Page 53 of Her Highlander's Darkest Temptation
Lydia responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, molding her body to his, her belly and the juncture of her thighs pressed against his straining arousal. Donall hissed in surprise, then took her into his arms and half turned to lay both of them on the bed in a whirl of cloth and heat.
He tossed his shirt aside, then leaned over Lydia to kiss her again. First on the lips, then he tipped his head and kissed thepoint of her jaw, nipped lightly at her earlobe, and was rewarded with a gasp and a shiver. “Och, ye’re a responsive one.”
Responsive was good. Her voice and her body would tell him if he went astray. Donall kissed her throat, lips and teeth teasing lightly at the pulse point as his other hand stroked over her opposite shoulder, then slid to the center of her chest to undo the lacing at the bodice of the chemise.
He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then at the hollow of her throat, then moved to straddle her so his hands could caress her shoulders and slide the thin fabric of her undergarment down, off her arms and down her chest until her breasts were bared to his hungry gaze.
Full, pert breasts the color of fresh milk save for the rosy nipples. The cool air hardened them into taut peaks, and Donall shifted and took the right one into his mouth, sucking, licking, teasing the sensitive nub with teeth and lips and tongue, while his hand cupped the other. Lydia trembled, gasping, and Donall continued his ministrations until she began to shift restlessly, calling his name in a breathless voice. “Donall…”
He shifted then, switching his attention to the left breast, teasing until Lydia was arching up into his mouth, making soft, pleading noises. “Patience lass.”
He slid the chemise down further, pressed a kiss to the base of her breastbone, then dropped light, teasing kisses down her core while his hands caressed and mapped her sides, seeking out every sensitive spot that could be used to give her pleasure.Donall trailed his fingers over her ribs, the graceful line of her waist, the smooth, soft skin of her belly.
Lydia quivered, panting, and Donall felt his body harden further, need singing through his veins and begging for release. He controlled himself. He wanted to take his time with Lydia.
Donall slid his hands lower, caressing the soft globes of her buttocks, then down to her thighs, then her calves, before tugging the garment over her feet and casting it aside, leaving Lydia bared to his gaze.
She looked glorious, her hair in untamed disarray around her flushed and panting face, like a wild autumn halo of some fay creature. The pale softness of her skin, the rosy flush of need… all of it made Donall’s mouth dry and his gut clench.
“Part yer legs fer me, Lydia. Let me touch ye.”
For a moment, he thought she might refuse, might break the spell of desire that held both of them in its grasp. Then her legs opened for him, revealing her most intimate place to his gaze.
Donall slid his hands up her legs, caressing, finding more spots that could bring her pleasure when touched, and bent his head to breathe in the heady scent of her arousal. Donall flicked his tongue out to taste her. Lydia gasped at the feel of his mouth on her, thighs opening wider in an involuntary reaction. “Donall…”
“Aye…” He blew a soft breath over her, watched her squirm and shiver under the cool air. “Och, ye’re so lovely… seein’ ye…”
There were no words. Donall longed to lick every inch of her, until she was panting, moaning, until she came from his tongue alone. But his own need was too close, too urgent, and he knew he would never last. Instead, he slid himself up to lay beside her, the fabric of his kilt between her thigh and his straining erection as he caressed her cheek, then slid a hand slowly down her throat, skimming over her breasts and belly before he settled a callused palm to cup the mound of her sex. Lydia shifted, her eyes alight with desire, her body responding to his touch.
Donall slid his fingers through the soft fine hairs, feeling the dampness of arousal there. “Och… so wet already…” Slowly, he slid his fingers lower, to caress the lips of her sex, then cupped her fully, his hand pressing against her. Lydia trembled, and her thighs twitched, as if to close. “’Tis all right. I want tae see everythin’ ye dae…”
Donall stroked her, from the top of her seam to where her buttocks touched the sheets, then back again. Then again, his middle finger gliding over the seam of her sex, teasing her entrance. “Dae ye want me tae stop?”
“No… please..”
Her legs were fully parted now, the lips of her sex parting slightly as well. Donall slid his finger between them, caressing the inner folds as he stroked her again. Lydia shivered, a full body tremoras her hips arched slightly into his hand. “Does that feel good, lass?”
“Aye…” He caressed it again, then again, teasing her pleasure center until she was quivering and writhing around his hand, her arousal slicking his fingers with her juices. “Donall, please…”
“As ye wish…” He caressed the folds of her sex, then used his hand to part them, opening Lydia up to his touch, then carefully began to press his finger into her tight, hot, channel. Lydia made a choked sound, and he stopped. “Are ye all right lass?”
“Yes…” Donall held himself still, letting her body adjust to the feel of his finger inside her, then pressed slowly inward. Lydia panted, the peaks of her breasts swaying softly as she squirmed and trembled with the feel of him.
Slowly, he slid a second finger into her. Lydia cried out, and he stopped. “Too much?”
“No. Just…” She panted for a moment, her hot, velvety channel adjusting and stretching to take the extra girth. “Please… do not stop…”
“As ye wish.” Donall bent to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers, then tracing a line down her throat and tracing lazy patterns on her skin as he slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, opening her.
His thumb stroked her pleasure center again, once, twice, three times, and Lydia’s back arched as she cried out. Donall let her ride his hand through her release, until she sank back against the pillows, almost boneless and blissfully spent. Only then did he withdraw his hand and lick the fluid from his fingers, meeting Lydia’s eyes as he did so.
Her whole body was singing from Donall’s touch, every nerve tingling, as if she’d danced with lightning and come away unscathed, touched by pleasure instead of pain. The sensations his touch invoked in her…
She’d never imagined such feelings.
His eyes met hers, then he lifted his hand and slowly, sensuously, proceeded to lick the fluids of her release from his hand and fingers. Lydia felt herself blushing all the way down to her chest, and Donall smiled, a hungry, heated smile of promise that, to her surprise, made sparks dance anew in her blood.
Surely I cannot…
