“They fit just right, like they were made fer me, just like I kent they would,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “Mmmm, so soft and warm.” She watched him through slitted eyes, her own passion heightened by his grinning enjoyment as he filled his hands with her flesh, rolling and squeezing her breasts, his thumbs flicking teasingly across her already rock-hard nipples. Fresh waves of desire shot through her like quicksilver, and she felt herself growing moist and hot between her legs.
“Och, Ewan, aye, that’s so good, I never kent it could feel this way between a woman and a man,” Isla whispered, resting her hands on his brawny shoulders and arching her back, yearning for more of his magical touch. “Ah! Ah!” Small moans slipped from lips, and shivers of delight shot through her body when he bent his head and, squeezing her breasts close together, took one nipple and then the other in his mouth.
Unable to help herself, filled with curiosity and desire, Isla gently took his length gently in one hand. “Och, it grows in me hand!” she gasped in wonder.
“Aye, and it’ll grow even more if ye keep doin’ that,” Ewan said hoarsely, putting his hand over hers and guiding caresses.
“So, ye like it if I dae this?” she asked, watching his face. His eyes turned to liquid slits, and he groaned in reply as she became more practiced in her movements and increased the rhythm of her hand. The fever inside her rose higher to see him so completely in her power. “And what happens if I dae this?” She bent and softly peppered his shaft with kisses, tracing her tongue along its length.
To her great satisfaction, Ewan groaned deep in his throat and buried his hands in her hair. Excited by seeing him throw his head back and close his eyes at her touch, she dared to experiment, tasting him, teasing him ever more daringly with her lips and tongue.
“Annie, och, Annie,” he groaned, gently pulling himself from her grasp with obvious reluctance.
Immediately worried, she looked up at him, her palms on his chest. “What is it, Ewan? Are ye hurtin’? Did I dae somethin’ wrong? D’ye nae like it?”
“Nay, nay, I just havetae stop ye there fer the moment, nae because I wantae, but because I like it too much,” he confessed, his dark eyes twinkling with humor as he pressed a tender kissto her lips. “And if ye keep on like that, lookin’ like ye dae, I’ll get too excited too quickly, and it’ll end too quickly.”
“Och, I see!” Isla was instantly relieved, marveling at her ability to excite him.
“I’ve waited a long time for this moment, and I’m nae gonnae waste it by rushin’ ahead. I wantae explore ye, tae touch ye,” he told her. Isla gasped to feel him prizing her legs apart and slipping his large fingers between her legs, gently stroking the secret folds that were burning for his touch. “I wantae tae give ye pleasure.”
She soon forgot everything as Ewan caressed her breasts with his hands, whilst trailing tiny kisses down her face, her throat, breasts, and down across her belly with tantalizing slowness, until he reached the hinge of her thighs.
Caught in a daze of pleasure, Isla was not sure what was happening when he shifted his position, lifting her legs and resting them on his shoulders before kneeling between them, using his muscular legs to open them wider.
“Och, Ewan,” Isla moaned, realizing what was about to happen as he grinned wickedly at her whilst running his hands slowly up and down the whole length of her legs. He kissed and nibbled at the soft insides and backs of her thighs, sending thrills racing through her. She let out a little shriek when he suddenly gripped her by the hips and pulled her towards him.
“Naethin’ would give me greater pleasure,” he whispered back huskily. The fever in his eyes drove Isla to open herself wider to him, like a wanton.
The look on his face as he gazed down on her so utterly exposed made Isla shiver almost uncontrollably as she lay back. A series of small moans fell from her lips as, breathing raggedly now, Ewan used his thumbs to divide her hidden folds, and then explored them slowly with his tongue and fingers, delving into every part of her as if he would eat her up.
“Ewan, what are ye doin’ tae me,” she moaned, opening her legs wider and raising her hips to him.
“Och, this is only the start,” he promised huskily, lowering his dark head between her legs once more. “There’s much more than this.”
“Och, me God!” she cried, her back arching when his lips closed around the stiffened nub at the head of her sex. Pleasure shook her as he sucked on it luxuriously, grazing it with his teeth, his tongue swirling and toying with her until she was in such a frenzy, her hand reflexively caught in his hair, and pressed him into her. His hot tongue trailed tantalizingly close to her entrance.
“Ewan,” she cried out as he thrust his tongue deep inside her again and again, his thumb toying rhythmically with her stiffened rosebud all the while, until she was writhing helplessly beneath him, weak with desire.
“I want tae touch ye too,” she begged him, reaching for his swollen manhood, which was bobbing close to her face. Needing no further encouragement, Ewan positioned himself so that he could continue devouring Isla’s exposed sex, while she grasped his shaft in her hands and began stroking it in time to his caresses, kissing and licking his length again in the way she had quickly learned he liked.
He hardened further in her hand, adding to her sense of blissful abandon when she felt his fingers entering her, one, gently probing at first, then two, then three, pushing into her more urgently, widening their exploration, opening her up in ways she had never dreamed of. It spurred her to speed up her own quest to take him to the same heights as he was taking her.
Together, they gave themselves up to their mutual exploration, greedily drinking each other in, until Isla was swept away by intoxicating waves of an ecstasy she had never known existed. The waves traveled inexorably up her body as Ewan buried his fingers and tongue inside her.
“Harder, Ewan, harder, please,” she moaned, her excitement reaching an uncharted peak of ecstasy as she frantically rode his hand.
“Mmm, ye taste so sweet,” he gasped, his voice muffled by her hot flesh as he plunged his fingers rhythmically into her. Just as the waves threatened to crash over her, she felt his body stiffen too, his member like steel in her hand. His rapid movements echoed hers as the rising energy became impossible to resist andsent them both tumbling over the edge in a shattering, shared climax.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Isla was floating on a golden cloud, her mind full of wonder, her body still quivering with the blissful aftermath of all the incredible things Ewan had shown her.
If this is what it can be like between a man and a woman, I want more! Never have I felt so alive! And ’tis all because of him.
Feeling a great outpouring of affection for him, she turned on her side and, careful to avoid his wound, threw an arm over his belly, nestling under his arm, reveling in the novel sensation of their sweat-slick skins sliding against each other, her inner thighs sticky with their juices.
“Och, Ewan, I never could have dreamed of feelin’ so…. wonderful!” she murmured, tilting her face to look into his dreamy, dark eyes.
