But how did he feel for her? she wondered. It was hard to speculate when she wasn’t versed enough in his language to speak with him! But, Janet thought somewhat nostalgically, it was only when looking at her—just her—that his mask slipped from place, and bits and pieces of what in any other man would have been termed vulnerability could be seen.
Leaning against the bark of a tree, Janet had closed her eyes for barely a moment when the feel of soft lips placing kisses on her mouth startled her into opening her eyes. She kissed him back without qualm, then smiled up at the gentle giant towering over her. Well, gentle might not be the best term used to describe him, but he was gentle towards her at any rate.
Euan didn’t smile at her, but then he never did. She could see the affection for her in his eyes though, the way they seemed to sparkle whenever he looked at her—and only when he looked at her. “Ciamar a tha sibh?” he asked somewhat briskly.
Janet cleared her throat a bit, answering him in broken Old Gaelic. “I am well. How are you?”
“Good. We will travel tae my lands today.”
She looked at him quizzically.
“Land,” he repeated quite patiently. He stomped his foot on the earth below him and repeated the word. “Land.” When her eyes lit up with comprehension, he grunted, his usual response when pleased with her ability to learn quickly.
“We will go on the boat?” she asked him, pointing toward the large wooden vessel in case she was using the wrong word.
Apparently she hadn’t. Euan nodded, speaking slowly so she’d understand him. “Aye, we will. ’Twill take most of the day.”
Janet noticed that he didn’t seem terribly put off by such a notion. And then she understood why when he backed her up against the tree bark and pressed his erection into her belly. The glazed over look in his eyes coupled with his thick erection let her know in no uncertain terms just what he planned to do with her to wile the hours away on the boat.
“Mmm Janet,” he murmured against her ear, “I need tae love ye.”
Janet’s body responded immediately, her nipples hardening and her breath catching. She knew her own eyes were glazed over, could feel them narrowing. “Yes,” she whispered.
And then Janet did something she never would have been bold enough to do to a man in her own time. Reaching up under his plaid, she wrapped her palm and fingers around his thick cock and began to masturbate him.
Startled, though not unpleasantly so, Euan sucked in his breath. “Ah Janet.” He closed his eyes, clearly trying to steady himself, and pushed at her hand. “Stop,” he said gruffly. “Later, wife.”
But Janet wasn’t listening. She felt empowered by the response he always gave her, brazen and daring.
Euan was given only a moment to wonder at the mischievous look suddenly in his wee wife’s eyes, his own nearly bulging from their sockets when she dropped to her knees and her head disappeared beneath his plaid. Right here under a tree. Where anyone could walk upon them. She was massaging his balls underneath his plaid.
“Chan eil,” he hissed under his breath.No.
But again, Janet wasn’t listening. She’d never done this for him before and suddenly she wanted to do it more than anything on earth. She took him into her mouth, sucking from tip to base, deep-throating him in one suck. She was elated when he gasped in astonishment, then acquiesced to her on a low moan.
Obviously this wasn’t an activity women of his time knew much about. Good, she thought wantonly. The realization that for once he was more of a virgin in this arena than her made her all the more determined to bring him to orgasm.
“Janet,” he said harshly, a disembodied voice from where she couldn’t see him on the other side of the plaid.
And then she was pumping him in and out of her mouth in quick sucking strokes, letting his cock go almost the entire way out of her mouth before suctioning him back in with her lips and tongue. She knew the smacking sounds of her suckling were as much a turn-on to him as they were to her.
Janet realized the exact moment when Euan mentally capitulated. His breathing ragged and choppy, he thrust the plaid from around her so he could watch his cock disappear into the depths of her mouth and throat. He groaned at the wicked sight, his muscles cording and tensing. “Aye, Janet,” he said hoarsely. “Dinna stop kissing me.”
Grabbing her by the back of the head with both large hands, he helped to ease himself in and out of her mouth, riding her faster and faster, much as he did to her pussy while mating.
Janet gave him everything, holding back nothing. She sucked him hard, faster and harder, in and almost out, over and over, faster and faster. Kneading his tightly-drawn scrotum with both hands, she suckled on him relentlessly, knowing from his now incessant moaning that he was about to burst.
“Tha, Janet,” he gritted out between pants, his jaw clenching as he continued to ride her mouth, “doit mo bhod.”Suck on my cock.
And then he was coming, riding her hard as he spurt into her mouth, moaning louder than she’d ever heard him moan before, uncaring if anyone heard what they were about.
Janet drank of him, sucked every drop of him dry, until his cock once again lay flaccid and sated in the nest of dark curls at his groin.
Euan drew her up to her feet, hugging her tightly against him, as if thanking her.
* * * * *
Five hours and three blow jobs later, Janet decided that she had created a monster. Her jaw was sore, she was slightly seasick from the rough movement of the waters in a postage-stamp sized cabin that boasted one tiny bed of animal furs and a few small slits for breathing in oxygen, yet she couldn’t seem to stop herself from obliging his carnal longings.
