Page 56 of A Bride for the Kilted Beast

“Help me with me dress,” she murmured, giggling with surprise when he suddenly flipped her over, undoing her laces.

“Ye dinnae need to ask twice. I was just thinking the same thing meself,” he told her, his fingers nimbly working to free her. He soon worked the dress loose, and Lillie wriggled out of it with his help. It was tossed aside heedlessly, shortly to be followed by her petticoat.

Now in her chemise and stockings, she smiled up at him, enjoying seeing him admiring her, feeling excited by her own power.

“Ach, ye’re a sight fer sore eyes, lassie,” he breathed, running his hands and eyes over her flanks in frank appreciation. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

“Ye promise ye’ll nae hurt me?” she asked a little hesitatingly. “I’m a wee bit nervous.”

“Have I ever hurt ye yet?” He lifted himself up and preceded to roll down her stockings one by one, one hand holding her leg high, tracing a molten-hot trail of kisses and nibbling bites up and down her legs at the same time.

“Nay.”

“And did ye like everythin’ we’ve done so far?” His teasing tongue was making her moan and wriggle beneath him. Already, she felt the wetness of her desire pooling between her legs, and she parted them for him as his kisses reached her inner thighs and brushed teasingly across her sex before moving upward to her belly.

“Nay,” she gasped.

“Then ye just have tae trust me a little while longer. Mmm,” he mumbled, his hands now on her naked breasts, cupping and squeezing them in a leisurely fashion, with obvious enjoyment. He sucked and nipped at the peaks playfully as they hardened at his touch. Lillie arched her back, reveling in the way he was playing her body, making it sing with desire.

She moaned with excitement feeling the length of his aroused manhood pressing against her.

“Please, Diarmaid,” she murmured softly, her hands pulling at his clothing, the urge to have him inside her right then becoming almost overwhelming.

With a devilish glint in his eyes, he stood up from the bed. His gaze never left hers as he heeled off his boots, rapidly unbuckled his sword belt and tossed it to the floor with a clank. He then proceeded to tear off the rest his clothes, casting them all aside haphazardly. When he finally kicked away his kilt and trews and stood before her in all his powerful, masculine glory, the sight of his thick, swollen manhood standing proud was a startling revelation to her.

“Och, Diarmaid,” she moaned, worrying about its size yet at the same time craving its length.

Diarmaid rejoined her on the bed, enthusiastically resuming his sensual exploration of her body with his hands and mouth, while his erect manhood nosed gently against her thighs. Swept away, Lillie abandoned herself to the luxurious pleasure of his ministrations, eagerly returning his kisses and caresses, her fingers knotted in his hair.

She slid her palms across his smooth skin, delighting in the feel of him. Her fingers traced a path down his belly, tentatively taking his rigid shaft in her hand and drawing a low groan from deep in Diarmaid’s throat. The sound made her burn with wanting.

“Diarmaid, please, I cannae wait any longer,” she pleaded softly, lacing her thighs around his waist and peppering him with kisses.

“Nae yet,” he whispered hoarsely. “Trust me.” He slid down between her legs, spreading her wide with his hands. She felt his lips encapsulating her bud, lazily toying with it with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Lillie let out a small scream of intense pleasure, raising her hips and pressing her sex against him, eager for more. His tongue divided her fleshy folds and dived into her, tantalizing her senses with its swirling, darting dance.

“Diarmaid, please!” she moaned and begged, almost mad from wanting to feel all of him. She was sure that any moment, her yearning sex would burst into flame under his caresses.

“Nae yet,” he murmured against her. When his fingers entered her gently, she gasped and arched her back, opening herself wider to him. The fingers probed her gently at her entrance, widening her further. She pushed against his careful probing, reveling in the feel of his electric touch on her excited flesh.

“More,” she breathed, arching in ecstasy once more as his fingers moved inside her deeply, gently moving back and forth. Lillie could feel how wet and slick she was down there, how molten hot Diarmaid was making her feel. Another finger joined the others, and Lillie opened herself joyously to their exploration.

As if sensing her mounting excitement, Diarmaid speeded up the rhythm of his fingers, while at the same time, he strummed her bud with his thumb. Soon, the waves of pleasure gripped her and began mounting up her body. When she reached the crest and Diarmaid looked at her with such heat in his eyes, kissing her hard she climaxed and almost lost her mind.

In the aftermath, while she lay against him panting, Diarmaid continued to tenderly stroke her naked parts, sending shivers through her body.

“Now, Diarmaid, please?” she begged, longing for more, kissing him, sliding downwards beneath him, until she could feel his stiff member butting against her wet flesh.

“Are ye sure ye want this, Lillie?” he whispered, poised above her on his forearms, his eyes searching her face.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in me life,” she breathed, unable to stop kissing and caressing him.

Slowly, he positioned the tip of his manhood at the center of her and pushed into her. As his full length slipped inside her, gradually impaling her, he grunted low in his throat, a sound of deep satisfaction. The feel of him inside her, filling her to the brim, and the sound of his pleasure only made her want him more.

There is nae pain! Only pleasure when we lie like this together.

Diarmaid’s mouth closed on the tips of her breasts, which felt as hard as diamonds. Lillie pushed her breasts towards him, arching her back, offering them up to him. He feasted upon them greedily, his rhythmic thrusts growing harder, driving into her, taking her to heaven with every stroke of his hips against hers.

When the final, intoxicating wave came and swept her away, she screamed his name as she clung to him, “Diarmaid!”