Page 231 of Tales of Highland Loyalty

"In ye go," murmured Malcolm, but suddenly she yanked him. Pulling his braies down quickly, Ainslee delighed. Her fingers tugged at his tunic, bringing it off.

"Nae until ye do," she smiled.

Teasingly, Malcolm removed his undergarments, and for the first time stood there, naked from head-to-toe. Ainslee's heart pounded, but before she could push him in, he stopped her.

"Ye first," he said. Slowly, Ainslee lowered herself into the bath. The sweet meadow herbs soothed her, softening her tautened muscles and tired head.

Deliciously she soaked, leaning her head back and moaning. As she did, Malcolm watched. Bringing a linen cloth to her, he washed her, spooling her with herbs.

Ainslee murmured, as his kisses began to shower her, from her neck, to shoulders, to arms, to breast.

"Ainslee, ye strumpet," Malcolm teased, his lips around her nipple. Caressing her softly, he drove Ainslee to the depths of pleasure, simply with his mouth and his hand.

"Yer making me too hot!" he chided.

Aching with sweetness, Ainslee felt herself yield, but Malcolm was still teasing. Round and round he caressed, his thick fingers making short work of her breasts, arms and stomach.

Ainslee moaned, then, she brought her fingers to his newly naked torso. The bath wasn't big enough for both of them, but she bade him to sit beside her.

Then, she caressed him, her curious fingers exploring the feel of his skin. Catching his eye, she whistled. There, in the half-light, for the first time properly, she could see his bulge.

"Are ye ready?" Malcolm's eyes pricked her, then he smiled. Ainslee nodded, twisting her hand around his waist. He was solid, and supple, with lithe and pliable skin.

Murmuring, Malcolm kissed her belly button, so low he almost ducked himself. Reaching out of the bath, Ainslee pressed on him, bringing him down to the floor.

She was dripping wet. It was freezing cold, but she did not care. He was warm enough for two, Leaning on top of him, Ainslee kissed him, her tongue teasing him right to his waist. Then, she touched him, feeling his firm manhood with her fingertips.

Inside she was burning, and Malcolm turned to her, smiling. His eyes widened. Ainslee knew what he was asking. With a low nod, he caressed her, pushing her gently. Now she was on the floor, and he was above her. Slowly, he lowered in. At the first push, Ainslee gave a little gasp.

Malcolm watched her. "Ye right?" he asked. She just nodded. She was more than alright.

The short discomfort was mixed with pleasure. Gently, he filled her fully. Every thrust made her blink. Malcolm pressed his hands around the back of Ainslee's shoulders, nuzzling her neck.

The tenderness was overwhelming, as kissing her, he inched his way in. Ainslee moaned, as she now began to soften. Everything was so sweet.

Malcolm's eyes flickered with intent. He grew stronger in his ardor. Pushing his way in, he explored her fully, sending Ainslee into thrusts of delight.

The scent of him filled her body, as Ainslee murmured in joy. Malcolm watched her, clearly satisfied. His body was smooth, and tightening, packing a punch inside of her.

Sweating, she felt herself soften. Malcolm stroked her thigh, sending Ainslee into spirals of pleasure. And then, holding her tight, Malcolm stiffened, he gasped, and closed his eyes.

"Malcolm," Ainslee whispered, her body tense with joy. Malcolm thrust hard, sending her into intense raptures. Together, they held on tight.

A deep, sweet vacuum opened. Ainslee moaned, and yielded. Malcolm closed his eyes, and held her tight, as his warmth spilled inside of her. Then, kissing her softly, he took her hand.

Stroking her fingers, he looked at the posy ring. Seeing his eyes, Ainslee slid it off.

"I nae did ask ye where ye found it," she said, looking at Malcolm. "I lost it a while ago..." She was about to put it down, when Malcolm took it.

He smiled at her. "Twas in the smiddy," he said, taking it, and holding it to the candle. "Twas just lying there, unwanted...like me!"

Ainslee nudged him in the ribs, then looked serious. "I only just took it off, to tell the truth," she said, meeting his eyes. "An' the first time I did, I lost it...! A bit like ye!"

Malcolm stroked her hair. Glancing at it again, Ainslee attempted to read the inscription in the middle. But in the shadowy half-light it was to see well. With difficulty, Ainslee screwed up her eyes.

"I cannae read it," she said, disappointed.

"Mon coeur, avez sans départir," said Malcolm, without hesitation. Ainslee looked impressed.