Page 47 of Fire in his Highland Heart

“Blake…please…” she said, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him with a sultry expression, or what she hoped was sultry, given she’d never had an occasion to use such a look before.

His hand reached between them and cupped her sex. “Ye want me here?”

She nodded vigorously. At this moment, she didn’t care if she seemed too eager. Blake had driven her into a frenzy, and she needed him now more than ever. He smiled, spreading her legs a bit wider, holding the base of his cock as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. She let out sweet, breathless little gasps as he gave her a few moments to adjust to his size. When his length filled her as much as her body would allow, Blake began to move. Slowly, at first, just back and forth. Although Blake was large, he was well aware of his size, and made sure not to crush her with his weight. He supported himself by his arms, which he cradled around her face as he kissed her lips and cheeks. Arguen wrapped her legs around his torso, allowing him to move faster and harder. Very soon, his hand was massaging a breast, and his rhythm became quicker and more consistent. She rolled her hips to meet his every thrust, and their bodies writhed in perfect harmony. Little beads of sweat began to form at his temples, and his heavy breathing turned to wonderful, satisfied grunts. She felt that familiar coil in the pit of her stomach tense up again, notifying her that she was very close. The little mews she gave only encouraged him to keep going. In a matter of moments, his rhythm slowed, and his thrusts became sloppy. She felt his cock twitch inside her.

“Arguen…oh God, Arguen I’m gonna…” he never finished his sentence. Instead, they both came at the same time, with a rush of mews, of grunts, and even some curses. Arguen held on to his biceps as she swirled her hips beneath him to ride out her orgasm. He spilled himself inside of her with a fantastic groan, then kissed her deeply. Arguen herself was still out of breath, but kissed him back with as much passion as she could muster before he rolled off and situated himself beside her.

And there they lay, taking a lovely break from their lovemaking activities. They lay side by side, as close as humanly possible. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and his hand rested on her rear, occasionally giving it a squeeze, which almost always garnered a yelp from Arguen, causing Blake to chuckle at her response.

“Was that...did ye like it?” she asked after a while. She’d enjoyed herself very much, but immediately after they were finished, all sorts of doubts began to creep into her mind. He was the laird of the castle, after all. Could he not have any woman he wanted, whenever he wanted? What if she was just another conquest to him?

“Ye are a marvelous wee thing,” Blake assured her. He drew her in for a more passionate kiss, his hand traveling down to cup her sex. Still wet and hot, he found. Her hand rubbed his length up and down again, marveling at his largeness and hardness. Without speaking, she straddled him and kissed him deeply, her hips rubbing against him again. He watched as she sat straight up on top of him. From this angle, he could see a great deal more of her naked figure, which he very much appreciated. Her jackets and petticoats hid a lovely figure. Now, sitting astride him, he could see her entire torso on perfect display. Her breasts of course were wonderful, but he loved the entire shape of her body. Her waist came in neatly and narrowly below her breasts, leading to her perfect hips. She truly did have a slender hourglass shape. She was all glory and beauty in his eyes, and if she could sit atop him like this forever, he was sure he would not mind.

“God, ye’re so lovely,” he whispered, his hands skimming her sides. She beamed at his compliment. One of her perfectly dainty hands grasped his cock again.

“May I?” she asked, as if she were asking for a dance, and not to ride his cock.

He nodded again, and she gingerly placed him inside of her. Her mouth formed a surprised little “o” at the sensation. In this new position, she had all the control, and she could feel for the first time just how big he was. He wasn’t going to fit all the way inside her, so she would have to be careful. She made a silly face as she adjusted her position, and he looked at her quizzically.

“Is everything a’right?”

She nodded, and a little color bloomed in her cheeks. “It’s just…ye’re really big is all.” His eyes widened at the bluntness of her statement, but the two of them burst into laughter. “I dinnae think ‘tis a bad thing!” she defended her statement through a fit of giggles.

“I ken, just the way ye said it was funny.”

She blushed a deep crimson color, embarrassed of herself.

“Och, sweet lass, dinnae be upset.” His hands skimmed her sides and rested on her breasts. “I found it amusing.”

“If ye say so.”

He laughed again, but his laughter quickly turned into moans of pleasure as he watched her ride him. She moved her hips back and forth in swift motions, her hands splayed on his chest to steady herself. Her breasts bounced magnificently, and the worried expression on her face quickly turned to one of mischief and pleasure.

The back and forth motion of her hips gradually turned into a slow, torturous swirl. She leaned closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest. He grasped at them needily, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as she rode. Suddenly, one of his hands left her breast, and thumbed her clit instead. She let out a lovely, breathy cry at this sensation, much to Blake’s delight. He bucked his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. That little action alone increased her pleasure greatly. When she was close, she shut her eyes and swirled her hips faster and faster. He was enjoying the lovely expressions on her face—eyes closed, her teeth biting her bottom lip in pleasure; and the sweet little noises she made as she approached her climax…

And suddenly, that familiar but ever so electrifying wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She mewed and whimpered as he rubbed her clit, intensifying her climax. She shuddered, and her legs were shaking again when she finished. After a few moments, she withdrew him and rolled off so that she lay by his side.

“Ye really are fantastic, Arguen,” he said, nuzzling her neck and pulling her close. She only giggled and wrapped her arm around his waist.

“Yer quite wonderful, too,” she said.

After whispering sweet little things into each other’s ears, and great deal more kissing and cosseting, they fell asleep under the throw blankets, wrapped in each other’s arms. Each had pleasant dreams, and each would not have traded their position for anything in the world.

Chapter Seventeen

The sun peeked in through the curtains, not yet allowed all the way in. Little bits of gold flecked across the otherwise dark room. Arguen had the most peaceful sleep of her life the night before, and now she opened her eyes slowly, as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. Blake was still fast asleep beside her, his arm encircling her waist as she lay with her back to him. This had been lovely—really, it had—but she was worried. What if James or a servant or Mirellain came in and saw her in this state of utter nakedness? And what if someone was at her cottage, asking for her help, and she wasn’t there? As wonderful as this had been, she knew she had to get going.

She gingerly lifted his arm off her and set about finding her clothes. Her shift was on the other side of the bed, where he’d tossed it last night. The rest of her petticoats, bodice, stockings, garters, and shoes were in a heap on the floor. At least they were easy to locate. After she put on her shift, she pulled her stockings on and tied her garters hastily, then wriggled into her shoes and buckled them. The stays would take a bit more time, which she didn’t think she had, but she was used to lacing them herself.

Suddenly, she heard a groan from the bed and saw Blake rise slowly. He yawned and stretched and squinted, looking at her side of the bed and realizing she wasn’t there. Then his gaze fell on her dressing herself by the hearth.

“What’re ye doin’?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m...I’m dressin’ meself. I’m sure I have patients to tend,” she answered.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes. “Ye’re leavin’ now?”

“Aye. I thought maybe that’d be best. I dinnae want people tae see me here.”