A Hellion for the Highlander

She moved closer so that she stood before him and said in a voice that was shy and full of wonder, “May I—may I touch ye?”

He nodded without speaking, and she leaned over, her hand starting at his hair and trailing downward. His familiar face felt warm under her hands, and as she ran her fingertips down his neck to touch his now-exposed collarbone, she felt a shiver go through him. She shivered, too, in response.

“It feels good?” she asked.

“Aye,” he muttered, his eyes closed.

Next, his arms, muscled and toned but not bulky, the kind of arms she longed to lose herself in. His chest, hairy but neat, and when her fingers tangled in the curls there, she felt hard muscle underneath. His belly was taut, his abdominal muscles each showing individually for her to explore.

Down, down, she trailed her hands and eyes, focusing on the V of his hips, and then she was looking at his member. It was rock hard, and bigger than she’d expected, a kind of thickness to it that both intimidated her and fi

lled her with desire. She touched it lightly and heard him gasp.

“Cicilia,” he groaned. “Kiss me.”

She toyed with his hardness a little longer, but soon it was too much for her to bear, as well, and she clambered on top of him on the bed, lowering her lips to his. As they kissed, his hands found her breasts, and each touch was like a flaming bolt through her, sending jolts through her body from her chest directly to her groin.

She moaned, and one of his hands tightened on her breast while the other moved to her buttocks, caressing her naked backside like it was the world’s grandest treasure. Cicilia gasped, her lips coming away from his for just a moment.

“Ye are so beautiful,” he muttered. “So beautiful.”

“Even wi’ all me imperfections?” she asked.

“Especially wi’ them,” he told her, moving his hand from her backside to trail up her spine. “It makes nae sense, but yer strange hair and those bizarre eyes o’ yers…they made me so angry an’ now they just make me want ye more.”

There was something truly mind-bending about hearing him tell her he wanted her. It made her lower half throb with desire, and she felt her every muscle tightened with need.

She was scared, she’d admit that. She’d never done this before and had no idea if she was even doing it correctly.

But I want him. I want to feel all o’ him.

And so, looking into his eyes, she slowly lowered herself onto his waiting hardness. He gasped, his hands moving to her hips to guide her. When it entered, it was a sharp tightness, almost like pain, and she cried out.

“Do ye want to stop?” he muttered.

She shook her head. Although it had hurt, she wanted more, and she moved her hips so that she slid up and back down ever so slowly, taking as much of him inside her as she could.

“Cicilia,” he groaned, his nails tightening on her hips, and she shuddered out a harsh gasp as she began to move quicker, tilting her head down to catch her lips with his once more.

He held her in place with one hand, helping her to move on him, and with the other, he returned to her breasts, flicking and rolling and pulling and teasing.

A new kind of heat began to build, and Cicilia found herself rocking faster and harder, needing to feel more of him, needing them to be joined, and every thrust was like a new burst of almost unbearable pleasure.

“Alexander!” she gasped, her hands supporting herself on his chest as sweat pooled between her breasts and she knew nothing but that she had to move harder, faster, deeper, and keep going until—

God!

She cried out again, and he roared a second after her as they both reached their peak within moments. The pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt. It was like someone had lifted her from all the tiredness and worry in her soul and replaced it with pure goodness.

She fell forward, panting, her head on his chest, and a moment later, his arms were around her in an embrace. They didn’t separate yet, but stayed like that, holding each other.

Eventually, she rolled off, wincing slightly as he withdrew from her. They lay side by side for a moment, not talking, letting the air cool the sweat from their skins.

Then Alexander said, “Are ye all right?”

“More than all right,” she said honestly. “Ye?”

He smiled and turned to kiss her cheek.