Page 56 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

“Come on,” she moaned as Niven brought himself over to her and lowered down on top of her.

Once again, their positions had been reversed. Deva did not remember swapping places, but they must have. Now he stroked her hair, as gently, he nudged his way in deep.

For a moment, Deva stiffened as he entered her. Seeing her tense, Niven stopped a moment and looked around.

“Are ye alright?” he asked, his soft brown eyes blinking down at her.

“Aye,” she said, brushing his face tenderly. “I’m more than alright,” she said with a kiss. She smiled, indicating that he continue.

Slowly, warmly, Niven pulled himself in deep until he was completely inside her. Once in, he swam about, pressing her softly with his erect yard.

“Och,” she murmured, as a sensation aroused her. Inside she fizzled with an energy she had never known. Pleasure raced up and down around her, buzzing into her curves.

For a moment, there had been pain, but that was all gone now, and Niven pushed gently to increase his exploration of her. Feeling his way inside of her, Niven nuzzled softly with his lips as he thrust some more.

Deva moaned, hugging his hips, with relish. She couldn’t get enough of his fleshy pink buns, and digging her fingers in, she gave him a tight squeeze.

This seemed to spur Niven on, pushing and thrusting himself inside of her with renewed energy. For every dig he gave inside of her, Deva felt a ripple of pleasure bubbling up through her midriff and up to her waist.

“Ye like it?” Niven teased, smiling contently. He already knew that she did, and Deva answered him with a sudden smack of the backside, which cracked a flame inside of him.

It was like a jolt going through him. With every slap, another burst ran through him, bringing him up sharp and making him poke her with renewed vigor.

Now it was Deva’s time to sigh. An exquisite sweetness filled her, like honey. A powerful sedative in her brain told her to simply sit back and let him do whatever with her.

Deva felt her mind emptying of all thoughts as a strange calm entered her. By now, he was ramming against her quite hard.

“Don’t stop,” she said, in between breaths, as Niven held onto her tight and rocked her to and fro to his rhythm.

“I’ve nae intention o’ stopping,” he promised her, shoving her harder and making her gasp. Then he held her firmly and, with a grin, wrapped her around his thighs. Then, he speeded up his thrusting.

Deva moaned, but nothing she could do could stop the tidal wave of pleasure coming her way. Her body was alive with a sweetness she could not fathom. Nothing had ever felt this way before, and her flesh was suddenly yielding to the pummeling he was giving her.

“Enough,” she gasped, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, but Niven just laughed. Stroking her hair, he kissed her slowly on the neck.

“Ye like it,” he said. It was more of a statement than a question and one that Deva did not dignify with an answer right then. The look of contentment on her face was more than enough proof of her pleasure.

Instead, she just lay back, twirling her red hair on her fingertips, as she stared into his eyes. For a moment, she was fascinated as the sway of hips rotated in time to the beat of her heart. Then it got faster, shuddering to a climax like a runaway horse. And deep inside her, he felt like a runaway colt, speeding through the glen side, his heart pounding like a drum next to hers.

“Ye like it?” he said, again, but this time with a twinkle in his eyes. Deva nodded.

“Ye could say that,” she dug her fingers in deep to his neck, pressing down on the flesh so hard it left little half-moon marks in it.

But if it scratched, he didn’t show it. Instead, Niven’s eyes were rolling languorously about his head. He clutched her tightly, bringing his body as close as physically possible to hers as they shared the climax.

“Och,” groaned Niven. He throbbed uncontrollably inside her, sending Deva into the zenith of passion.

Sensations erupted inside her as he shed his seed within her. A warm tide engulfed her, simultaneously sharp and sweet, like the first-ripe cherries of the season.

Deva shut her eyes and squeezed him tightly as she wondered if her body could take any more. Yet despite it all, his climax seemed determined to go on. Waves of bliss floated through her, each sensation more intense than the last.

She clenched the muscles in her thighs, keeping him firmly between her. They felt taut and hard, stretched from the constant exertions. But even the pull in her muscles felt right. His rush still coming, Deva was in no mood to stop and clung on lustfully for all she could get.

Which was plenty. Niven was like a bottomless well, which was just as well because she was on fire. She was so hot, she didn’t wonder she hadn’t begun to smolder.

Deva opened her eyes to see Niven staring at her with an expression of total concentration. His brown eyes burned in the center of his face, crackling with desire.

A deep orgasm started inside of her. And as it grew, Deva’s face intensified. She had not been expecting this. Just when she thought she had reached the heights of passion already, he managed to take her to some more.