“If ye keep doin’ this, I’ll have tae have ye,” he said.
“Have me, then,” said Elayne, meeting his gaze. “I’m yers.”
It was all she needed to say before Dunn descended upon her, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. Elayne wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging onto him as his hand snaked between their bodies, immediately finding that sweet spot, that first touch more exhilarating than anything Elayne had ever experienced.
They were both impatient that night. Elayne had had a taste of what it was like to be with him and her body craved more,her hips rolling on their own accord as he rubbed his fingers in circles over her sensitive flesh. She wanted more, she wanted anything Dunn would give her, but she didn’t know how to ask for it.
“Dae ye want me inside?” Dunn asked and Elayne could only moan in agreement. Though the thought scared her a little, it also excited her. It felt like it was the one thing missing, the one thing her body craved the most. Her answer didn’t seem to be enough for him, though. “Say it. Say ye want me inside.”
Elayne’s cheeks flamed with the request. She didn’t know how to speak like Dunn did. She wasn’t as experienced as he was—she wasn’t experienced like the girls he had had before her either, and though she terribly wanted to please him, she couldn’t help but stammer as she spoke.
“I… I want ye,” she said in a whisper. “Inside.”
“Good lass,” Dunn said, apparently pleased by her response, and he swiftly entered her with a finger. Elayne whined at the sudden stretch, the drag of his finger sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. “That’s it, let me in. Spread yer legs fer me, open up.”
With his free hand, Dunn hooked one of Elayne’s legs over his waist, holding her there as he pumped into her. Soon, a second finger joined his efforts, working her open, his palm slapping pleasurably against her mound with every thrust.
Elayne’s head fell back with a moan, the slide of Dunn’s fingers inside her getting easier with every passing second. When he curled them, a wanton moan was torn out of her and she shook in his arms as he continued to press against that spot again and again, until her orgasm was wrung out of her.
For a few moments, all Elayne could do was shake with the aftershocks and hold onto Dunn, stunned by the force of her climax. Dunn whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his hands caressing a soothing path over her shoulders. When she finally recovered, she did her best to cast all her embarrassment aside and looked at him through her lashes, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.
“How can I please ye?” she asked, her voice hushed in the quiet of the night.
“Ye already have,” said Dunn with a smile.
“Ye ken what I mean. I wish tae please ye properly.”
As she spoke, Elayne tentatively reached for Dunn, wrapping her fingers around his manhood. She loved the groan that followed, as if he couldn’t help himself, as if he could barely restrain his desire.
“I… I want ye tae take me,” she admitted as she stroked his length, watching his features fill with pleasure. Upon hearing her words, Dunn’s breath caught and he gave her a serious look.
“Are ye certain?” he asked, breathless, as though he had been running for miles.
Elayne nodded. She had been thinking about it and she was certain she wanted it. There was nothing else she wanted more in the whole world.
Slowly, Dunn pulled her out of the water and towards the blanket, where he laid Elayne and draped himself over her body. Goosebumps covered both their bodies in the chill of the night air, but neither of them cared as they kissed, Elayne pulling Dunn between her legs once more and wrapping her arms around him, pressing their bodies together. He pushed her shift up, the soaked fabric pooling around her waist, and then paused, looking into her eyes.
“Ye’re certain? There is nae going back.”
“Aye,” said Elayne.
With that final assurance, Dunn guided himself inside her, his first thrust slow and measured, giving Elayne time to get used to the feeling. It was so intense, so unlike anything she had ever felt before that she couldn’t help but freeze in place, a moan catching in her throat. The moment their hips were flush together, Elayne wrapped her legs around Dunn, rolling impatiently against him.
“Dinnae stop,” she demanded.
Dunn was happy to give her what she wanted, his thrusts slow and deep, his lips pressed to her temple. He made love to her at a maddeningly slow place, the weight of his body keeping her still and making her feel every drag of his length against her walls, every pleasurable twitch of his manhood.
Warmth pooled in Elayne’s core, liquid pleasure coursing through her body. Dunn reached between them, his fingers tracing her folds around where they were joined and pulling a moan out of her.
“Ye take me so well,” he said, sounding just as far gone as Elayne felt. “Dae ye feel how ye stretch around me? So tight, so perfect… like ye were made just fer me.”
Elayne wished she could find the right words to respond to Dunn, but as much as she wanted to, she was too embarrassed, too inexperienced to know what to say. Instead, she simply allowed her pleased sounds to pour out of her lips unbridled, rocking her hips to his rhythm to meet his thrusts. His manhood reached deep inside her, brushing against that spot he had touched when he had pleasured her with his fingers, and her entrance fluttered around him as the pressure mounted, demanding release.
“I will pleasure ye every night,” Dunn whispered in her ear. “I will kiss yer bonnie breasts an’ lick intae ye an’ make ye fall apart on me tongue, an’ then I’ll take ye just like this until ye scream me name.”
His words and deep, hard thrusts were all it took for Elayne to reach another climax, Dunn’s name on her lips like he had promised her. She clenched tightly around him, her entire body going rigid with pleasure and drawing Dunn’s orgasm out of him. He barely managed to pull out of her, his release painting her mound and thighs as he shook through it.
Afterwards, they collapsed in a mess of tangled limbs. For a while, they lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow.
