Page 71 of Sins of a Scot
Iseabail smiled and moved closer to him, leaning in to kiss him. But as her lips brushed his, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto the bed with such speed, Iseabail hardly knew what was happening.
“Me God, be careful o’ yer arm,” she cried breathlessly.
“I dinnae care a wit about me arm. Ada has done her job well. Now, I want ye beside me.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he lowered his lips onto hers, and kissed her tenderly. But as Iseabail kissed him back, it was clear he wanted far more than a kiss, and she felt his desire in the desperateness of his embrace.
While his tongue roved about her mouth, arousing her with his passion, he dropped his hand to her frock, tugging at the ties and pulling them loose. He slipped his hand inside of her shift, finding her breasts, and as his fingers circled around the soft flesh, her nipples immediately hardened at his touch.
Clearly, it pleased him, for he let out a deep groan. With the softest of touches, his fingers caressed the fleshy part of her bosom, making circles around and around. Iseabail gasped in shocked delight when he finally reached her peaked nipple. It sent a shooting desire across her body, straight to the apex of her thighs. She moaned as he continued, for once again, he was eliciting pleasure from her that she had not known she could experience.
Dropping his lips from her mouth, Owen perched himself on his elbow and suckled on her other breast.
“Och, me God,” Iseabail gasped, grabbing hold of the covers beneath her. She felt a slickness between her thighs and an ache that brought her hips alive, for she writhed without even having to think about it.
His tongue continued to tease her, while his hand moved over her stomach, and grabbed the material of her frock. Pulling it upwards, she felt the material graze over her knee, and automatically she let her legs fall apart, now desperately aching for his touch.
Her body reacted as it had done that first night they had spent together, and while she had survived on the memory of theirlovemaking while Owen had remained unconscious, now she wanted to feel all those wonderful sensations again.
His fingers moved lower and lower at such a slow pace it was agonizing. Iseabail now craved his touch, and panting with the pleasure she already felt, she experienced a desperation within her. Finally, his fingers slipped between her thighs.
Upon feeling her soft slickness, Owen growled. “Och, Iseabail. Ye are so wet fer me.”
She gasped and cried out when he found her aching nub. He began slowly, rubbing her gently, still flicking is tongue across her taut nipple. Iseabail now arched her back, pushing her head into the soft mattress beneath her.
His fingers moved faster as she panted and groaned. It felt more intense the faster he went, and Iseabail felt herself climbing. She panted heavily, her body writhing beneath his touch, her head pushing harder into the mattress, and her body singing with delight. As she climbed, the feeling intensified, and her body began to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, an immense feeling of pleasure exploded from her most inner parts, and she cried out.
“Och, me God!”
The sensation lasted for a little while longer, flowering out across her body and down her legs. As her body calmed, she finally felt as though she were floating. Up off the bed, out of this room, and high into the sky above them. At that moment, aserene relaxation washed over her, and a soft smile danced upon her lips.
Eventually, she looked up at Owen, who gazed down at her, his face flushed with delight and desire.
“Ye truly are an amazing woman, Iseabail,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“And ye are a wonderful man,” she sighed back.
Her eyes took in his whole face, and a strange feeling washed over her, a feeling that told her that she wanted to remember everything about it. Every line, every crevice, every scar.
“I want ye,” he murmured, the desire raging in his eyes.
“And I want ye,” Iseabail replied, shifting herself in the bed.
But she was aware of his injury, and as much as he had said he was fine, Iseabail worried that what they both wanted would undo all the healing Ada had spent so much time on.
“I dinnae want ye tae damage yer stitches,” she said, kneeling up beside him. “Tell me what tae dae?”
Owen tossed the blanket that covered him to the side, and then pushed his trousers down past his hips, revealing his huge, erect manhood.
Iseabail gasped at the sight of it. Their first night together, she had hardly seen it, and now, with it in full view, she could hardly believe he had fit inside her tiny body.
“Come over tae me,” Owen said, holding out his hand.
Taking hold of him, Iseabail moved back onto the bed.
“Now, put a leg either side o’ me hips.”
Hitching her frock around her waist, she straddled his hips, feeling his huge manhood brush against the inside of her thighs. Thighs that were already wet with the explosion Owen had elicited from her.
