Highlander of Mine (22 page)

“Duncan, I want to kiss you, please.”

He lowered his legs immediately, where she could lunge at his lips, loving the way he reciprocated her enthusiastic kiss. He slid his hands up her stocking-clad thighs. Breaking their kiss, she glanced at his big fingers finally finding their way past her hose to her bare skin. As he moved, her shift bunched up around her hips.

He bent his legs again, giving more elevation, then cupped her breasts.

“Oh,” she moaned.

He reached in, squishing her breasts momentarily, but then both of them popped out of her corset, just her nipples exposed, contracting hard the instant the air touched them. Duncan moaned himself, then suckled one of her nipples, while the other he rolled in a delicate pinch. Gently he nibbled, making Fleur rock against him. Only, now she was no longer sweetly placed against his length, but his stomach. Wiggling, she tried to find his hardness, which made him chuckle, but then he groaned as she found his cock against the apex of her legs.

He was so erect now that his penis was flush against his stomach. This fascinated Fleur, making her want to tear off his kilt and see for herself.

She was nearly going to when Duncan whispered, “Oh, Jesus.”

His eyes stared down at her. By wiggling so much, she’d lifted her shift, revealing her sex against his plaid.

“Oh.”

He glanced back up at her. “I need ye. Need ye now.”

He gripped her hips and lifted her, while lowering himself.

“Duncan,” she throatily whispered.

He kissed his way down, through her corset and shift, but there was no preamble for what he wanted to do. He boosted her so her knees rested on either side of his head, then without a teasing gesture, so much as a tormenting kiss, he licked her right down the middle of her sex.

Her hips bucked forward and up. Fearing she might hurt him with her out of control body, she tried to raise herself from his tongue, but he anchored her down by lacing his arms around her hips. Instantly his hot, wet tongue thrust into her channel. Her body snapped and rocketed when he filled her—a bit surprised she had been so ready for him. He darted his tongue in and out of her, making her feel dizzy, and left her scrambling to hold herself upright by the wall of the barn.

“Oh, Duncan,” she could hardly say.

Then his wickedly wonderful tongue slid up and around her clitoris, where he lavished that nub with quick flicks. She moaned and tried so hard not to buck into his face. One of his hands climbed her body, finding her breast and cupping it. Glancing down—her raspberry nipples free from the confines of her clothing, his fingers caressed one of those berries, Duncan’s head between her thighs—it was enough for a spasm to rip through her. Maybe it wasn’t quite an orgasm, but whatever it was felt wonderful and built the pressure in her body. She pulled her shift farther away from her lap, seeing Duncan’s intense eyes as he gazed up. He looked as though he was smiling while he circled her clit repeatedly, making her close her eyes to savor the feel of where he touched, licked, and now sucked. Arching her back, she hardly noticed when he forced her hips to lower all the more over his face. His tongue darted in her, and this time she didn’t stop herself from bucking into him. He moaned as if that was what he wanted all along.

“Do it again.” His voice rumbled up her body.

Then he pushed his tongue into her once more, and she ground against it. Over and over he thrust as she caught him, trying to hold onto the sensation. Then the hand that cupped her breast moved down, and a well-learned finger began to rub her clit. He stroked her a couple times before the pressure broke. Her body cracked with light as a ripple soared through her. She mewled as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded into every pore of her body, then released itself out in pulses of silver.

She realized she would collapse. Right on his beautiful face. Extracting herself from his tongue, she felt another pulsation tear through her body and fell sideways on the plaid, away from him.

She still shook with her orgasm when she felt his hands holding her, moving her.

“Ye all right?”

She fluttered her lids open enough to see him wipe at his face, along his short beard. Something about that, the thought that it was her on his visage, made another wave of pleasure settle through her womb and shake all her other muscles.

She nodded while closing her eyes. “So good.”

“Why’d ye stop me then?”

“I was going to fall on your head, baby.” She giggled. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Baby?” His voice was soft and quiet.

Flicking her eyes open, she asked, “Is it all right if I call you that?”

A small smile grew on his face. “Aye.” He maneuvered her to lay under him as he hovered over her, his plaid tenting toward her. “Do—do ye need a break? To sleep for a bit?”

She couldn’t help but softly laugh again. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Reaching down she tried to catch his hard cock in her hand, but he held her still. His red brows furrowed. “But I’m not about to force myself on ye. Mayhap ye need to rest?”

“Oh, baby,” she reached up and kissed his forehead then nose, “sweetie, I’m verrah much a willing participant.” She borrowed his accent and phrase, making him smile. “I want you, Duncan. I want you inside me, please.”

His nostrils flared. “I want ye naked.”

“I want
you
naked.”

He huffed a quick laugh.

“How—how do you take off your plaid?”

“The belt.”

Eagerly she reached for the leather binding, trying to unbuckle it in a flash.

“Wait. My boots and hose,” he said as he reached down and hurriedly slipped them off.

She couldn’t help but admire him as he took off something like a garter she hadn’t even seen on his long socks. And where had that knife come from? His wide shoulders bunched and squared as he went to work, and then she spotted his perfect stomach, the way his muscles rippled as he unrolled his hose.

She was going to make love to that. All of that. He would be inside her again. Her body spasmed again, utterly surprising her. Then he turned and looked at her with a tiny smile.

She tsked him, shaking her head. “Next time, I want a show.”

“A show?”

“Like this.” Slowly she pulled up her shift, revealing her thighs again, then unrolled one of her stockings. Making sure her shift hid most of her, she lifted her leg, then finally flicked off the hose.

He moaned. A muscle bulged in his jaw line. “Lord, that was bonny.”

“Thank you.”

“But I’m not goin’ to do that.”

She giggled and he softly laughed too. Then he planted his huge arms on either side of her shoulders and slowly lowered himself to kiss her.

He pulled away quickly. “Sorry. I forgot. Want me to wash yer taste out?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He groaned again and plowed into her body with his next kiss. Grinding against her sex, she also felt the loosened belt buckle pinch into her stomach. Reaching down between their bodies, she somehow finished what she had started. But the plaid didn’t fall away as she had hoped. Struggling with it, he finally stopped kissing her and sat up on his heels. Slowly he pulled the plaid down, his erection springing up the instant the wool was free from him.

Now, she moaned. His wide shoulders, his narrowed hips, every muscle of his bunched, seeming full of a tension she could release. His penis was a bit on the big side, and she was glad she hadn’t seen it before they’d made love the first time. She wouldn’t have thought he could fit.

“You’re huge.”

He glanced down, his cock wavered a bit. “Sorry.”

She giggled and beckoned by curling her finger at him. “Please don’t be sorry. I’m a lucky girl.”

A crooked, cocky smile grew on his lips then. He placed his hands on either side of her again, but this time she reached down and caught his hardness with her hands. He stiffened then and closed his eyes as she descended his length.

As she made her way back up and spent a little extra time on the head of his cock, he whispered, “Oh Lord.”

One of her hands cupped his bullocks then squeezed as she felt the base of his cock again.

“Need ye now.”

She opened her legs wide, then slightly pulled on his member, guiding him to her.

He stopped her, and removed her hands. “Need ye naked.” Without a word, he rolled off her other stocking. She smiled as he righted himself over her again. But he’d suddenly gotten serious. “Do...do ye want to roll over, so I may unlace yer stays?”

“Sure.”

But he hovered over her, looking down at her with a pained expression.

She reached out and caressed both sides of his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I want ye so badly.”

“I want you too.”

His brows furrowed, then he squinted his eyes shut. “I want ye that way. I want ye from behind.”

She feathered her fingertips over his tense face. “Sounds good to me. Can I stand though?”

His eyes popped open. “But...but ye don’ think me—”

“It sounds fun, Duncan. All of it sounds fun.”

“But the kirk says I’m a sick man for wantin’ ye that way. I shouldn’t—”

She interrupted him by softly kissing his moving lips. “Doesn’t the church think all of it is perverse, making love in general? All I know is I don’t think you’re sick.” She petted his face more, feeling the tension in his body slowly leave. “You’ve tried all your life to do the right thing, to follow orders. But with me, I just want you to follow . . .” She swallowed. Damn it, she was supposed to be strong right now and be bold enough to say, “to follow your heart.” It seemed like an easy thing to voice but could lead to such complex issues. So her stubborn fear resisted, and all she could do was point to his heart. “With me, I want you to have fun.”

He smiled widely, then with only one arm he lifted her. God, that was sexy the way he could raise her as though she didn’t weigh much at all. He kissed down her throat as he slowly spun her around. She felt his erection press against her back, his fingers loosening her corset. Gently, he lifted her hair and placed it over her shoulder as he kissed the nape of her neck. Tingling sensations shot down her back. It felt so good.

One hand reached around and he cupped her breast, kneading her at first, but once he found her nipple, making her moan, he rolled over it, lightly pulling her tight nub. Her corset finally gave way and he used both hands to tug it down her hips. Then he lifted her shift gently up and over her head.

“I want to see ye,” he whispered in her ear, then sucked in her lobe.

Placing his hands on her waist, Duncan slowly turned her around. Feeling a bit nervous of his reaction, Fleur caught his large arms for balance as he kept holding onto her stomach.

Finally she glanced up, curious about his silence. His gaze flittered all over her body, scanning her from head to toe.

“Now who’s the lucky lad?” he asked with a smile.

She gave in and grinned back. His hands feathered over her skin, stopping briefly over her hips. Then he knelt before her.

“Ye’re so bonny, Fleur.”

She swallowed, sensing the compliment filter through her skin, making her feel as if she radiated beauty and femininity. His hands caressed down to her thighs, then he smiled up at her. A bit impishly. Leaning forward, he caught one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped the instant his mouth drew her in. Arching into him, she gripped onto his strong shoulders, feeling for herself the powerful muscles move as he gripped her backside. His mouth found her other breast, then one of his hands reached up and found her clitoris.

His tongue circled her nipple simultaneously his talented thumb did below. She found her body beginning to build the precious tension again.

“Duncan.”

He pulled away from her nipple. “Aye?”

“I need you now.”

His thumb rubbed against her a few more times, making her legs almost buckle with need. But he finally stood.

“Just a moment.”

And then he was gone.

He’d just made her so close to orgasm again, and he left? Shaking, Fleur wondered where he’d run off to, when he came back with a long wooden box. He placed it beside the stall’s wall, then straightened, smiling.

“’Tis for ye to stand on.”

“Stand on?”

His face fell. “Oh, we don’ have to...if ye changed yer mind.”

Then she finally got his meaning. He was giving her the box so she wouldn’t have to stand on her toes, or, heck, she hadn’t guessed the logistics of how to make love with his front to her back. Leave it to the big guy to figure it out.

She softly giggled, then stood on it. Facing him, she curled her finger at him again. “Don’t you think of everything?”

He smiled, but then faltered. “We...don’t have to. If ye changed ye mind...we don’t have to—”

“Duncan?”

“Aye?”

“Get over here, please.”

He obeyed quickly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was almost as tall as him now, and when he got closer his cock was no longer against her stomach but glided through her thighs. So close. They both moaned. He rested his hands on her hips and rocked into her again, then again. They began kissing somewhere in the midst of it all, letting their tongues meet once more. He bent slightly, and lowered his hand until it gripped her knee, then he tried to lift her leg.