Janet’s green eyes flew open and locked with Euan’s black ones. He continued to stroke her, tug just the right amount on her nipples, just enough to where it didn’t hurt but sent tremors of desire coursing through her blood instead. She opened her mouth to say no, but found herself sighing and her eyes glazing over instead.
He was handsome. Incredibly, impossibly, muscular and virile. The sort of man that would never look twice at her in her own time, but for some reason or another was fascinated by her in this one.
This was—madness. She couldn’t even speak with him, couldn’t converse with him, knew nothing about him beyond the fact that his name was Euan and he was well-versed in tending to wounded knees…among other things.
And then one of his hands dropped a heavy breast and a callused finger found the sensitive piece of flesh between her thighs and stroked it. “Oh God,” she breathed out. Janet’s head dipped back, her neck bared to him, all rational thought out the proverbial window. “Oh God.”
Where a minute ago she would have tried to say no, she found in this moment that her feet were moving apart to give his hand better access to her clit. She closed her eyes against her worries and fears, accepting the pleasure, and moaned softly.
It was all the impetus Euan needed to further his ministrations. “Mmm,tha,” he rumbled as his eyes watched her face, as his hand cupped her wet flesh and felt her liquid dewing up for him.
And then he was lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of it and splayed her legs wide.
Janet offered him no resistance, opening them impossibly wider for him instead so that her labia was on prominent display. The entire scene felt surreal, like it had to be happening to any woman but her. A more brazen woman. A more wicked woman. Not the reserved and mousy Janet Duval.
He traced the slick folds of her flesh with one callused finger, the look on his face reminding her of someone who’d found the most glorious treasure on earth and wanted to explore every facet of it. His reaction to her body was heady enough to induce her nipples to pop out further as desire shot through her at lightning speed.
“Oh lord.” He was rubbing her flesh again, stroking her clit, exploring every wet nook and cranny. Her head dangled backwards like a puppet. She leaned back on her elbows and splayed her legs as wide as they would go. He began to rub her more briskly, faster and faster. “Euan.”
“Mmm, te brèagha,” he rasped out.
Beautiful one. He’d called herbeautiful one. She’d understood that, knew that expression from her friends in Nairn. Her breathing grew more labored with each touch.
Faster. Faster.
Oh lord the stroking was faster, brisker…faster still. “Oh God.”
She was soaking his hand, saturating his fingers. And still impossibly faster. “I’m coming Euan.”
“Tha, te brèagha,” he urged her on.Yes, beautiful one.
He didn’t need to understand her language to comprehend what words she was groaning out. Her body was telling him.
“Euan,” she moaned. “Faster. Yes…God—faster.” On a final groan, her head snapped back, her nipples shot out, and her labia turned a juicy red as her orgasm blew. Blood coursed into her vagina and nipples, heating her body, burning even her face.
And then he was coming down on top of her…already naked? She didn’t know when or how he’d discarded his plaid but didn’t care either. She made him do a little groaning of his own when she pulled him roughly down on top of her and wantonly wrapped her legs around his waist. She wanted him to fill her—needed him to fill her.
Euan clenched his jaw as he poised his thick cock at her entrance. If she didn’t slow down a wee bit he was liable to do her damage. “Gabh do thìde,” he gritted out.Take your time.
But she was wild for him, his beautiful wee wife. Hot and wild. He’d never experienced such a primal reaction from a wench, had never seen a woman filled with such passion as his Janet. He was more glad than ever that he’d snatched the wrong wench for a wife.
Instead of slowing down, she gyrated her hips, thrusting them upward towards his jutting cock. It was his undoing. There was only so much a man could take, the Donald or no.
Grabbing her by the hips, he thrust deeply inside of her tight, wet flesh, groaning like a man possessed as he did so. Christ but he’d never felt anything so tight and welcoming.
“Oh Euan.”
She was breathing out his name in her passion already, he thought with more than a little arrogance. Grabbing his wife’s large, elongated nipples, he settled his body atop hers and began thrusting into her in long, deep strokes. He rolled the nipples around with his fingers, tugging at them in the way he’d discovered she liked.
“Faster.”
She groaned out that foreign word over and over again. As much as he wished it otherwise, Euan knew not her meaning. He continued burrowing into her in long, agonizingly languid strokes.
“Faster,” she all but shouted, this time arching her hips to pummel at his cock in quick strokes.
Ahh. Nowthathe understood.
Euan released his hold on Janet’s breasts and came down fully on top of her. Twining a handful of her long, sweetly scented hair around his fist, he locked gazes with her just before he rammed himself home.
