"God, I want you so badly." She pushed up onto her elbows. "Why is it that you're so damn virile? I swear you're dripping in pheromones."
I arched my brow at her words. "I do not know what these pheromones are that you speak of, but my cock is dripping cum, ready for a good ass fuck… or other things."
Placing one knee on the bed, I crawled up and over her, my hand by her head holding my weight off her.
"If any other man asked me that question, I would punch him in the nose."
My eyes narrowed at the idea. "What other man?" I growled.
She shook her head. "There's no one else," she said, her tone reassuring me. "I'm just not used to this subject of conversation."
"I bloody well hope not."
"God, you're a caveman." She stroked my cheek, my whiskers rasping against her small palm. "You mentioned other things?"
I grinned. "Curious, are you?"
She bit her lip and nodded. I loved having her beneath me like this. I was protecting her, sheltering her from the world. Nothing would get to her with me above her. The scent of her, something sweet and floral, along with the heavy musk of tupping, was thick in the air.
I went down onto my forearm, pressing my body against hers, but keeping my weight off her. I just needed to feel her, to be skin on skin from chest to toes. She was so bloody soft, her skin like the finest silk, the lush feel of her curves my undoing. Her breath tickled my ear.
"You can share what these other things are later," she said, her voice soft, as if she were sharing a secret. "Right now, I want… I want you to make me yours. All of me."
She might not have been a virgin, but she was innocent enough. A pretty blush colored her cheeks, and I was keen enough to know this was how she was telling me: Fuck me in the arse. Now.
This close, I could see her eyes take on a deeper green, like the bottom of a loch. Speckles of light sparkled in the depths. We took a moment to just look at each other. Perhaps she couldn't believe I was finally hers. Was she scared of me like she had been with Duncan? I didn't sense it. She wouldn't have told me to take her if she fretted. I forgot that she'd waited a long time for this night as well. Perhaps she'd waited longer. While I'd had to wait idly for the old man to die, alone, she'd been stuck with the fucking bastard.
"Aye, wife." I stroked my knuckles down her cheek. "Duncan may have taken your maidenhead, but you'll remember me being the first to take your beautiful arse. You're mine, lass. Now and forever."
"Yes, forever," she repeated.
CHAPTER NINE
Lexy
I'd never imagined a forever kind of love, but now… now I believed with my very being. The old woman's story had been preposterous, but I'd just been fucked by the Highlander hottie I'd mentioned over lunch with the girls. He'd just been a figment of my imagination, a fantasy. Until now. I was beneath him, his cock nudging into my cleft, the soft hairs on his chest tickling my nipples. I felt him, smelled him, saw him, touched him, heard him. He was real.
I was glad he was allowing me this moment to just look at him, for I had a feeling once he let loose with his… eagerness again, I wouldn't be able to focus on anything at all.
Laugh lines crinkled the corners of his eyes, mouth. His jaw was rugged, covered in end-of-day stubble that had felt so good. Surely there would be marks on the insides of my thighs, across my breasts. I had never seen someone so virile, so manly, so pure unadulterated male like my husband. My eternal mate.
My heart was full of happiness, joy in knowing that I would see again the man above me. In my own lifetime. It might be just a night with this Ian, but I had the rest of my life with my Ian. As I curled my hand around the back of his neck, I lifted my head to kiss him, gently, tenderly. He met my kisses and I dropped back onto the pillow. His attentions quickly became more intense, deep. All lips, tongue, heat. Lots of steam. My heart rate, blood pressure and all other important vital signs shot skyward. Parting my legs, I let him settle into the cradle of my hips, his cock sliding over my slick folds.
Ian lifted his head, his breath labored. He looked down the length of me, shifting lower to feast on my breasts. One nipple then the other, back and forth he went. I reflexively arched my back to push myself further into his mouth, into the sucking vortex of his tongue and lips. I'd had no idea my nipples were so sensitive, so arousing, until now. I'd never been so close to coming from a man touching my breasts alone.
"I canna get enough," Ian whispered, his breath hot upon one hardened tip.
He couldn't? He wasn't the one with the swollen breasts, aching nipples. He wasn't the one being taunted and teased. He wasn't the one whose pussy felt so stretched and sweetly used. Even my back entrance tingled from sliding that dildo in and out.
"I could just remain here, licking and sucking at your breasts, playing with them, for hours."
"Okay," I replied, perfectly content with that. I curled my fingers into his hair, held him in place.
"Okay? I dinna know what that means." His words were muffled by my breasts, for his hands cupped them and he kissed along the soft swells.
I could barely remember my own name as he was touching me, but I realized 'okay' was a modern term. "Please," I replied.
He seemed to like begging much better, for he just growled and ran his teeth over one tender tip. I didn't know how long it was, but he finally lifted his head, looked me in the eye. "Holy hell, woman, I'm never going to get enough of you."