Page 230 of Tales of Highland Loyalty

Then, when he put her down, he kissed her, gently. In the next moment, he had her in the air again. All Ainslee could feel was her heart pumping. His skin on her skin, tempting her in. Slowly, and intensely, they kissed again, this time panting.

Next, she was on the floor, with him lying just above. Never had anything felt this sensual in her life.

All her senses unraveled. Ainslee just wanted to love and be touched. She stroked the back of his hair, running it through her hands. He smelled divine.

Malcolm swung her around, so she was on top, then brought her back down. Gazing, he looked puzzled, stroking her hair.

"What is it?" she asked, but he didn't answer.

Within moments, they were kissing, his mouth gliding into hers. She felt him, exploring with his lips, as he kissed her. A warm, blissful feeling worked its way down. Then, he touched her heart. Pressing his head against her chest, he listened, nuzzling under her gown. He caressed her with his lips. The light silk of her dress rippled in the breeze. This was all the excuse that Malcolm needed.

"Get it off," he said, simply, before stripping her of her robe. To begin with he unlaced her slowly, bit by bit revealing the pink flesh within. The back was latticed, with a mesh of laces, which slackened slowly. But then he got stuck. "Och, how do ye do these muckle stupid things?"

Deftly, Ainslee's fingers got to work, removing them. When she had done, she lay there, naked from the waist up.

"Braw," murmured Malcolm, leaning onto her. He ran his fingers approvingly across her breasts. "Mmm..."

Diving in, he feasted on her titties, a pair of insanely perky twin peaks. Rubbing his lips against her skin, he caressed her, leaving her moaning. Filled completely with joy, Ainslee was thrashing, from side to side. The pleasure was intense, like nothing she had ever known.

As she moaned, Malcolm grinned at her from above. His green eyes twinkled with promise, as slowly, he removed his leine.

Joyously, she explored him, her fingers stroking the richness of his skin. He felt like satin. The fact they were on the floor was forgotten, all she wanted was him.

Malcolm hovered over, kissing her skin. Ainslee lay back, in bliss, staring straight ahead. Slowly, he worked his way down, removing her robes. Coyly, she slipped out, leaving her silken dress on the floor. Erotically, his fingers worked her, teasing her skin.

All the while, Malcolm's eyes glinted with frisson. His smile teased her slyly. Something was building in that head. Malcolm caressed her with his tongue, lashing up and down on her oval belly button - something that caused him amusement.

Slowly, he traced it with his index finger, making Ainslee scream.

"Too much!" she gasped, unable to take any more. But Malcolm just grinned. He was having fun.

"Nae such thing," he said, tickling her some more. Ainslee moaned, as his hands slid to her thighs, squeezing them tight. She gasped. Inside of her was beginning to heat. Hot, sweet passion built in the very middle of her.

His hands encircled her bosoms, again, this time faster. He was teasing, hard. Even without touching her in the special place, he had ignited a fire. And just looking at him, in rippling bare flesh, was making her want him. He was almost naked, save for a loosened leine and pair of baggy braies, wrapped lightly around his buttocks. They did not leave a lot to the imagination!

Malcolm's smooth muscles teased her thoroughly, and down below he was quite hard. Curiously, she touched his loins, beneath his braies, but he slapped her hand.

"Nae," he insisted, continuing to work her into a frenzy. "Lie back, an' dream..."

Ainslee did just that, and soon was aching with heat. Inside, she felt a tumultuous pleasure that just had to give.

"Nae stop," she murmured, giving into her passion. Malcolm grinned. He had taken her nearly all the way, she ached for more.

Malcolm pressed his face down tenderly, on her belly, and kissed her hard. She sighed. She could feel herself coming, even though he was yet to touch her down there.

She was on fire, tingling and raw. ...Then just as she had reached her sweet spot; he stopped.

"Whit, what is it?" Ainslee panted. She was all out. Half-naked, save for a loose slip, she was teased to the point of madness.

Leaning down, Malcolm kissed her on the belly. Ainslee shivered.

"Naething," he said, with a smirk. Then he stopped. "I like my maidens clean... to the bath wi' ye!"

Ainslee blinked, uncomprehending. Malcolm laughed, then pointed to the steaming bath before them. Ainslee yelped, but she was already on her feet, Malcolm pressing her quickly towards the bath.

"Malcolm!"

Ainslee protested, but anyway she stripped completely, until soon she was shivering, naked in the moonlight.