Page 53 of Saved By the Cruel Highlander
She felt a cool breeze as the button on her riding breeches was unbuttoned, and the breeze wound its way through in an attempt to cool where she felt the most warmth. It was not only warmth but things she had never felt before. She was wet, ready to accept him.
“Aye,” she moaned.
He ran his fingers lightly over the patch of hair above her throbbing sex. “Is this what ye want?”
It felt like a small crack of lightning hit her just below where his fingertips touched. Her core clenched, and her hips jerked up. Her garden pulsed, tingling at the touch to come. She breathed heavily through her nose, looking up into the blue sky above, seeing and feeling nothing else in the world except the sky and the Laird’s touch.
She wanted to beg him to move his fingers downward and touch her special place. The torture went on for far too long, and she was about to open her mouth when he spoke.
“What say ye, lass? Is this what ye want?”
Holly tried to work out what she wanted, but the feeling coursing through her made forming any thoughts impossible, except for one.
“Aye, please,” she begged, her nether region throbbing and beating like a drum. “Please, I need yer touch.”
“Hmm,” Elias said, kissing her neck, squeezing her bare breast, and running his fingers through that small patch of hair. “Perhaps we should wait for another time.”
“Nay!” Holly blurted. “Please, Elias! Please give me what I need!”
The Laird laughed darkly. The sound floated over the loch and back to them. “How can I resist a request like that?”
He paused for another moment before his fingers moved down, skimming over her pink bud, across her wet slit, and then back up a little to plunge inside her. He let out a grunt as he moved his lips back up to hers.
Their kiss was powerful this time, his tongue driving into her mouth as his fingers slid back out, warm and lubricated. Her insides tingled where his fingers had just been, and that tingling sensation rushed up her stomach, into her chest, and then down her tongue. She fought with her supple tongue, slamming it into his like a sword. She pushed his tongue back, trying to gain entry into his mouth, but even his tongue was too strong for her.
And then the sky was lost, gone. He touched his wet fingers to her tender bud, and she lost all control. She knew her tongue was still moving against his, but it didn’t feel like her tongue anymore, or her mouth. Or even her body. She couldn’t feel with any of her senses anymore. A new sense emerged inside her, one of pure pleasure. Her tongue and lips tingled, her breasts and nipples ached, and her bud pulsed.
Everything felt pink—pink and throbbing. She didn’t know whether her eyes were closed or not, only that she could see pink all around her. She reached out her arms and wrapped them around Elias in case he moved away, and the pleasure stopped. She could not let him stop now. Her hands found his back as she kissed him, and she dug her nails into his skin, clawing at him in the throes of passion.
The thrust of her hips surprised her. They jerked upward with force and speed. The feeling of ecstasy flowed through her bodyin waves, lapping at her, the tide slowly coming in. Then, it came in not so slowly, and she felt like she was drowning, but the feeling was pleasurable.
Her arms were open wide, and she clawed at what must have been the bare earth. Her tongue was numb, but she still felt his in her mouth. She closed her lips around it, sucking on it, then bit his bottom lip and sucked on it, too.
“Mmm.”
The moan escaped her lips and continued for as long as possible before she needed to breathe again. She took a deep breath and moaned again as her body began to shake. She couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, only a pulsing warmth, but they had to be there still to make her feel the way they did.
Then, her body convulsed, and she felt herself floating, looking down on herself. But it was only her on the grass, completely naked, her arms and legs spread out, and a pulsing white light coming from the opening of her sex. She could see the smile on her face. She looked down at herself and smiled.
Something pulled on her, and she crashed back into her body. Pleasure shot through her, making her squirm beneath his touch, and she cried out. The primal sound carried over the loch and hills. And when she could take it no more, she squeezed her thighs together to stop his touch and gasped in amazement at what he had done to her.
At that moment, she couldn’t think of the name of any man in the country other than Elias’s.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Did ye enjoy that?” Elias asked.
“I…” Holly mumbled something unintelligible, unable to form words.
Elias smiled and looked down at her as she turned to jelly under his touch. He withdrew his hand from her core and grabbed her waist, his other hand still on her wonderful breast. He did not play with her nipple any longer, holding the hefty mound in his hand and kneading it.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her brow glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Her eyes were closed as if she were sleeping. After the noises she had made and the way her body had moved under his touch, he knew she could not be asleep.
He brought his hand up from her waist to her cheek, and when he pressed it there, her lips curled into a smile. He felt her chestrise and fall under his hand, but it shook a little, as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
He also felt his stiff member straining against his trews. He wanted nothing more than to rip all the clothes off hiz body and push his shaft into her sheath, thrusting in and out of her until he climbed and attained the relief he craved. He would do that, but not on that morning, not until they were man and wife.
“I ken ye enjoyed that,” Elias stated. “Yer face is lit up like the mornin’ sunrise.”
