Page 37 of Highlander’s False Identity

Next, he went for her stockings, yanking them down to her ankles, before stopping to run his index finger up and down over her pale skin.

For a few minutes, Beathan watched as Edme revealed her naked legs to his curious gaze. She did not need to be touched, just the feel of his gaze on her skin sent waves of ecstasy through her.

Edme felt herself heating up. Slowly, but surely, her passion was on the rise. And from the look in his eyes, Beathan felt the same way.

Now that both of them were completely naked, Beathan lay down beside her, his superior prowess on full display. He rested his head on her stomach and swirled his tongue around her belly button. Then he trailed soft, gentle kisses across her pelvic bones, moving his lips even lower.

Beathan wrapped his hands around her bottom, caressing and squeezing as his tongue licked the small nub that rested within the curls at the juncture of her thighs, before reaching his tongue deep within her, caressing her inner walls. Edme felt a surge of heat burn inside her. She reached her arms out, pulling him towards her to give him a brief kiss and embrace him.

Beathan looked deep into her eyes, his green eyes beckoning her tenderly.

“Edme, are ye ready for this? Because if ye’re not…?” he asked gently. Edme knew what she wanted straight away. Reaching for him, she kissed him softly and whispered.

“I’m ready, Beathan,” she said. And Beathan smiled as he took her hand and held it for a moment. Then, he brought himself up close against her opening and entered Edme slowly.

“Alright?” asked Beathan tentatively, as Edme gave a nervous laugh and signaled for him to carry on.

As Beathan pushed inside her, Edme yelped.

“Och, did that hurt?” Beathan asked her, stopping his movements. “Because if…”

“A wee bit,” said Edme, but it will be alright. For a few moments, Beathan remained still, allowing her time to adjust. Then he began carefully easing himself deeper inside her.

“Is that better?” he whispered, kissing her on the cheek. Beathan began to move gently, rocking himself in and out with small movements that let him gain deeper access.

“Mm,” Edme murmured, once she had got used to the feeling of him filling her. “That’s braw.”

Beathan held her tight, running his finger up and down her spine as he continued to move inside her. He maintained a gentle rhythm at first; his small thrusts bringing pleasure in places Edme didn’t know existed.

Soon, he had worked his way up to a quicker pace, his thrusts becoming rougher.

“Och,” gasped Edme as the first hot wave of pleasure shot around inside her.

“There’s more where that came from, bonnie lass!” Beathan promised her, becoming more intense in his ardor. His caresses became firmer, his talented fingers working from the base of her spine down to the rounded curve of her bottom.

“Nae bad for a lass who dresses as a lad!” he mumbled, as he whipped her closer into ecstasy with his ever-strengthening thrusts.

“Beathan!” Edme gave a little shriek as he pumped his way inside her, every little movement causing her spasms of delight. This was too much; her body had never known this much pleasure. Her every sense tingled with delight.

And still, Beathan did not stop, instead of fading away, the pleasure he was giving her seemed to increase. Beathan thrust deeper inside her, and Edme was powerless to do anything more than clench around him and moan out her ecstasy.

“Ye feel amazing, bonnie lass,” he murmured approvingly, somehow managing to nuzzle her ear while keeping a steady rhythm of pulling in and out of her.

“Och, wheesht,” she said, unable to form more words. “Go faster!” she commanded.

“Are ye sure ye can handle it?” he asked as he pressed harder inside her.

Edme muttered something unintelligible, that was a cuss word, and Beathan laughed, holding tightly onto her wrists and pressing them down onto the cold ground.

Having got his grip on her, Beathan pumped himself inside of Edme, panting and heaving for all he was worth.

For her part, all Edme could do was to stare into his face and clench her inner muscles around his shaft as he was pleasing her more than anything she had ever experienced.

Edme could feel him inside her, driving her closer and closer to ecstasy. But still, he teased her. Taking himself outside of her and then driving back in, keeping her teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

His face taut with concentration, Beathan rammed himself into Edme; each push sending her nearer to the edge of the abyss.

It seemed to take forever, but as the candle burned low and the small flame flickered to a standstill, he eventually reached his peak.