Page 67 of A Sinful Night with a Scot
Breathlessly, Elsie gazed down at him. She eyed his lips, not a whisper away from hers. Lowering her head, she was about to kiss him when she swiftly found herself being flung off his body. With an arm at her back, he moved with such speed that Elsie hardly knew what was happening, but a second later, it was she who lay on her back on the grass, and Keane who now hovered above her, a knee either side of her thighs. With a mischievous grin, he pinned her hands above her head.
“Och nay, little one,” he breathed, his lips dancing over her cheeks. “Ye dinnae get tae be in charge.”
Excitement danced in every part of her as she gazed up at the desire in his eyes. Sparks flew between them, his hot breath on her cheeks only heightening her anticipation of what he might do next.
“Just a few days ago, ye asked something o’ me,” he said, his voice as smooth as silk. Moving her arms, he now held her wrists with one hand, while his other came to her face. The back of his fingers tenderly brushed her cheek. “And a good husband always makes certain his wife is happy,” he continued.
Elsie’s breath hitched as his fingers danced across the skin of her throat, moving achingly slowly over her collar bone, and down onto the soft flesh of her breast. Her breathing shallowed, and then she gasped, feeling his touch dance over her nipple.
“Ah,” she moaned.
“Och, aye. Ye like that. I remember ye liked that a lot,” he growled, continuing to tease her tiny bud, stroking it over and over until it peaked under his touch.
“I love the way yer body reacts tae me, Elsie. But there is so much more I want tae see.”
She felt him tugging at the ties of her corset, and then it loosened from her body. A second later, her plump breasts were naked, and without any warning, Keane plunged his mouth down on one of them, suckling at her nipple, and making her writhe beneath him.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she panted.
“So sweet, and soft, and tender, me little one,” he said against her skin. “But I have hardly begun.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Ye are mine,” Keane growled, pulling at her skirts.
While he had not planned on devouring her after their training session, Keane had become increasingly aroused, watching the soft flesh of Elsie’s breasts bounce at each step she took toward him. He had been as patient as he possible, but he could wait no longer.
Besides, had he not been injured, he would have fulfilled her wish by now. His wound, while still not fully healed, felt far better, and much less painful than it had several days ago.
Now, lying beside her, he continued teasing her nipple with his tongue, while slowly tugging her skirts up past her knees. Perhaps, under any other circumstances, Elsie would have begun protesting by now, but she was far too busy panting, a light moan trickling out of her throat as she already writhed with anticipation of what lay ahead.
“Open up fer me, little one,” he said, gently pushing her legs apart.
She did so willingly, allowing his fingers to slide up her inner thigh. His touch was light and slow, teasing her until she groaned.
“Keane. Please.”
She had already experienced this part. She knew what was to come, and was eager to feel that same delight and ecstasy again. But he wanted to take his time, to make her feel every single sensation, to heighten the experience so pleasure would be even more intense.
Reaching further and further, he felt the warmth of her welcoming him in, like a fire on a cold night. Her legs parted even further, as though that action might hurry him along. It didn’t. He was in control now and he wanted her to know it.
Reaching the apex of her thighs, his stomach clenched at her slickness, warm and welcoming. Beside him, Elsie gasped, her arms pushing against his hand as he slowly stroked the most intimate parts of her, feeling her aching nub beneath his fingertips.
“Hmm,” she moaned, over and over again, as he caressed her there, while still massaging her nipple with his tongue.
Her hips rose to meet his hand, but he pushed her down again, keeping the pressure just right, eliciting a soft whine from her throat as she climbed under his touch.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she cried again, her breathing erratic as she panted.
“Ye drive me so wild, little one,” Keane growled, feeling the ache in his groin. He was desperate to have her, but not yet. First, he wanted to bring her to a place she had never been, soaring heights, destinations unexplored.
She was close now, her body taking her over like she was possessed, her throat tightening, her pitch getting higher and higher the more he moved. And then, sensing she was on the very edge, he added more pressure and moved a little quicker.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she cried, not caring how loud she was.
But her unashamed expressions only aroused him more, and his manhood pressed tightly against his clothing. Elsie held her breath for what felt like forever, and then a sound he had never heard from her before burst from her lips and her body shuddered under his touch. Easing his touch, he made certain she felt every single sensation, but when he was sure she had reached those unexplored places, he pulled away from her and released himself.
Pulling her skirts higher, Keane positioned himself above her. She gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed, and still panting from her orgasm.
