Page 50 of Fire in his Highland Heart

“Shouldn’t we-” a kiss, “go upstairs?” she asked. He nodded against her neck, his scruff tickling her soft skin.

He acquiesced, and the two of them made their way up the ladder to her loft. Blake had to crane his neck for a bit, but that wouldn’t last long.

When Arguen was finished unbuttoning his breeches, Blake shoved them to the floor, happy to be free of his clothes, and pressed himself, naked and wanting, against Arguen as they kissed feverishly. “This also needs to come off,” he murmured, tugging on her shift. As quick as she could, the shift was discarded, and he groaned as he felt her skin, soft and warm, against him. Wordlessly, he pushed her down onto the small bed, where she lay on her back, her hair loose on the pillow around her, like a halo. He took his time, moving his cock towards her opening, and rubbing his tip against her most sensitive spot as he admired her angelic face and form.

“Ye want this?” He stilled himself, forcing her to move her hips back and forth to find friction.

“Aye please,” she answered desperately, reaching a hand down to try and insert him inside her. Quick as a flash, he grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. She let out a frustrated cry, her eyes pleading with him.

“Oh, please, Blake,” she whined. He only grinned as he looked down and watched her breasts bounce as her hips swiveled, desperate to brush against his cock. He rested his forearm beside her face for stability, still gripping her wrists, as his other hand trailed down her side until his palm settled on her mons venus, his fingertips lightly stroking the slick folds below it. Wet as a pond, he thought to himself, marveling at his own ability to render her a mewing puddle. She whined again, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You want me here?” he asked, his fingers movingly torturously slow. He was suffering, too—he just wanted to shove himself in—but he enjoyed teasing her so. The little mews and whines she let forth were new to him, and the sound pleased his ears.

“Aye, please!” she cried breathlessly, opening her eyes.

“Not yet,” he said with a smirk, withdrawing his hand and making a show of sucking his fingertips clean, one by one.

“For Christ’s sake, Blake!” she cried, her eyes wide.

“Let’s leave the Lord out of this, aye?” he smirked, adjusting his grip so that both his hands were free to pinion her wrists. This new change brought their bodies even closer, and he relished the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest.

“Then stop teasing,” she moaned.

“Then ye need tae ask me nicely,” he murmured against her neck. Her eyes darkened with lust as she caught his meaning. He was taunting her. He wanted to hear her beg!

“Oh, my laird,” she breathed, her hips bucking against him again.

“Aye?” he answered, his tongue making little patterns on her collarbone.

“Please let go o’ me wrists. I want tae touch ye,” she whined.

“Is that all, my love?”

She shook her head. At first she’d been a bit embarrassed to act like this, but she found she was growing used to it and even liked it.

“Please, I want ye inside me, Blake!”

“All ye had tae do was ask nicely,” he murmured against her breast, releasing her wrists. Immediately, she reached for his toned back as if to hold him closer to her. He finally slipped himself inside her, moaning again at her slickness.

She cried appreciatively as he thrust hard into her, and she was glad he did not take this slowly. She was needy and feverishly close to her climax. It wouldn’t take long before her nails were digging into his back and her very toes were curling in pleasure. The very sound of their lovemaking was almost enough to get her off, and she shut her eyes as Blake continued to thrust into her, practically snarling with pleasure, his tongue tight between his teeth. If the whole town heard them, he did not care; for he had the most beautiful woman in all of Scotland beneath him, naked and warm, and tight, moaning his name over and over again like a mantra.

Suddenly, she let out a strangled cry, her eyes shooting open; her walls clenching around him, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure washed over her body. He thrust slowly and repeatedly, helping her ride out her climax. He grunted when his cock twitched, and he spent himself inside her.

Her cries subsided and lapsed into breathless, pleased sighs, and he slipped out of her with a wicked grin, laying on his side next to her.

No words were exchanged as she kissed him, desperate and hungry. He returned her kisses with equal fervor, until she was completely satisfied, and lay still beside him.

Blake watched her heaving chest with a bemused smile on his face, and grasped a soft breast. They were both warm and slick with sweat. Despite the cool autumn night, their activities had rendered him sweaty and heaving.

“I didnae think ‘twas possible for ye tae be such a wee vixen,” he remarked, his hand traveling from her breast to wrap around her waist.

“I reckon I’m full o’ surprises,” she said with a flirtatious smile.

He raised an eyebrow at her words. “Any more ye’d like tae show me?”

She giggled lightly and kissed his jawline. “All in good time, Blake.”

They lay together in relative silence for some time, simply enjoying the closeness and presence of each other’s company. Blake was enjoying the sounds of the countryside. Her cottage was not so remote or so far from the castle, but it was small enough and close enough to the forest that he could hear the trees rustle with the night wind and hear animals calling to each other.