Page 47 of Treachery in the Highlands
The sensation of her body enveloping me and her juices dribbling down my flesh has my chest heaving.I've never known another woman who got so wet so quickly.I grit my teeth against the blissful tightness."Oh fuck, Rachel..."
Her head tilts back as I fill her inch by inch."It's even better than I remember."
Those words resonate through me, amping up my hunger for Rachel's body.I need to experience every quiver and cry she unleashes and the slick heat of her channel surrounding me.
Before I can respond to her statement, she begins to move, a slow roll of her hips that nearly undoes me right then and there.The water sprays around us, catching the sunlight in rainbow arcs as she rides me with increasing urgency.It sends rivulets down her hair and skin.She is a mermaid queen, bending so that her breasts graze my chest as her lips steal my breath away.
The rush of the waterfall echoes like our own pulses pounding.Her movements grow frantic above me, and she moans into my mouth as she clenches tight around my cock.
"Rachel," I rasp, losing myself completely to the fervid magic of her body.I take hold of her waist, needing more of her, all of her.My thrusts match her wild rhythm, each one driving her gasps louder, quicker, until it feels we're both moments from breaking apart in ecstasy.
"Joey!"Her sudden scream pierces the air, and water crashes around us as a wave of pleasure overtakes her.
She digs her nails into my shoulders like she needs something solid to cling to.Pulse after pulse grips me until I can't hold back anymore.I'm helpless against the onslaught of her inner muscles milking me.The world collapses to a single point of light.Stars blaze behind my eyes as I come harder than I ever thought possible.
When we float back down from the heights together, Rachel collapses against me.We're both panting hard, catching our breaths where we still lie tangled on the blanket.
"We might have scared off the Ashrays," I finally manage to say.
Rachel snickers wickedly."Or they got jealous and told all the other water spirits how the American made a Highland witch scream."
She knows the power she has over me and relishes it.
"Damn right I did that," I say, kissing the top of her head where it rests on my chest.My cock is still throbbing, still half-hard inside her from that incredible orgasm.Even better, I'm pretty sure she's ready for another round.
Rachel adjusts her hips a little, reminding me just how perfectly our bodies fit together."You're ready to go again already?Ye spoil me, Joey."
I briefly wonder if she hit me with some of her magics.But no, Rachel didn't need supernatural assistance to turn me on.I'm helpless to stop her from riding me again despite the fact it's only been a minute or two since our first round.
"Guess I've got some work ahead of me," I murmur, letting her set the pace as my cock swells even more."Keeping you satisfied might become a full-time job."
"What are ye waiting for, then?"She angles her hips so each thrust dives deep, and my cock nudges her inner walls.
The velvety texture of her channel feels so fucking incredible that I can't stop myself from pounding into her harder, faster, wilder until I swear my eyes might roll back in my head.I grip her thighs, overwhelmed by the power and urgency in every movement of her body.The mist shrouds us.The rocks are distant shadows beyond the river, and our gasps become wild cries.Every time I buck my hips up into her, Rachel's moans magnify into throaty shouts, and I can think of nothing but how close she is to falling into spams of ecstasy again---and how much I want that to happen.
As Rachel rides me like a bucking bronco, her body gleams with water droplets, and something shifts in the air.The mist from the falls seems to coalesce, swirling in patterns too deliberate to be natural.For a split second, I swear I see faces in the water---beautiful, otherworldly faces with eyes that shimmer like the surface of the pool.
"Joey," Rachel gasps, her rhythm faltering."Do you feel that?"
I do.It's like electricity dancing across my skin, making every nerve ending hypersensitive.The pleasure intensifies tenfold, spiraling through my body in waves that match the ripples in the water.
"The Ashrays," she cries out, her tone strained.Her eyes are wide with wonder and lust."They're here."
Whether it's magic or just the most intense sex of my life, I don't care.Rachel's movements become more fluid, almost otherworldly, as if she's being guided by something beyond herself.The water churns around us, splashing higher up the rocks than should be possible given how still the pool had been.
"Rachel," I gasp, feeling something profound and spellbinding that grips us both.My entire body tingles with an energy I can't explain, every touch magnified until it's almost unbearable.
Rachel's eyes lock onto mine, and I see something ancient and knowing flash behind her gaze.Her fall open, but instead of words, a sound like rushing water escapes.The mist thickens around us, forming a cocoon that blocks out the world beyond our intertwined bodies.
I flip us over so I'm on top, taking control as the magics overtake us.We both come, so swiftly and powerfully that our cries become hoarse and weak, barely whispers.She sprawls over me while sweat beads on her skin---and mine too.I feel the magics dissipating little by little and hold her close as the tremors of our lovemaking gradually fade.
What we just did...I have no idea what it means.All I'm sure of is that something has radically changed between us.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overtakes me---and I pass out.
Chapter Eighteen
Rachel
