Page 74 of Her Highland Prophecy
He ran a finger down from the base of her throat to her belly button causing her to suck in her stomach with a laugh. She was ticklish. How had he not discovered that before?
He looked up to her face and found her watching him with a slight look of apprehension.
“Ye are the most bonnie creature I have ever laid me eyes on, me Princess,” he told her, his voice husky with want.
Even though the moon was bright, he couldn’t quite see the blush he knew was covering her face in that moment. He leaned over, his body covering hers once again as he kissed her thoroughly.
His hands were not idle. Having her naked below him was more than he would ever get and he would not let it go to waste. He caressed her everywhere he could reach, as if he could lay claim to every inch his fingers touched. As if she would always be his, regardless of where or when she would go.
He felt himself throbbing in want as he mapped out her body but resisted the urge to rub himself against her again. Instead, he slipped a hand between their bodies, his thumb searching for the spot he knew would make her keen.
Her entire body arched up off the ground, a small wail escaping her lips before he smothered it with his own. One of her hands gripped his hair even as she flung the other out to the side to clutch at the ground.
He worked her over gently, his brain storing every move, every sound she made for later, until her entire body seized, her cry echoing through the night as she reached ecstasy.
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Diana lay boneless on Gordain’s plaid, her mind languid with the pleasure he had just given her. She was not unfamiliar with the feeling, having explored that part of herself both alone in the middle of the night and with a partner at one of the cuddle parties, but both of those experiences paled in comparison to what she was feeling in that very moment.
She was limp, her entire body relaxed despite the fact that she was naked in the middle of the forest somewhere on the Scottish Highlands. She should have felt embarrassed about that, but she simply couldn’t muster up the energy.
More than anything she felt Gordain’s love. There was a reverence in every movement he made that was incredible. His every touch and kiss was almost worshipful. If her body had room left for anything besides bliss, she would have felt guilty for holding back her feelings from him.
She reached up her hand to cradle his face, a silent ‘thank you’. She hoped that he could feel how much she loved him, even if she refused to speak the words.
“Are ye all right, Princess?” he asked after a few minutes.
She shivered both in response to his husky voice and the night chill that was slowly creeping up on her as she lay there. She turned over to look at him. With his plaid laying on the ground beneath them, the only thing separating her body from his was the shirt he had on. A shirt that had a very obvious bulge just below his midsection.
She tentatively reached out and ran a finger down the hardness that she could see there, causing him to jerk in response. She glanced up and looked straight into his green eyes that were fixed on what her hand was doing.
Less apprehensive now, she pulled on the edge of his shirt. He helped her remove it and soon he was as naked as she was, and the chill of the night was rapidly disappearing in light of what she was about to do.
She reached out her hand again to touch him, the feeling of velvet over steel and his clear excitement as she tried to close her fingers around him giving her the confidence she needed to continue.
She stroked him carefully, studying his reactions to what she was doing to him and soon he was the one moaning out her name into the quiet of the night as his release exploded out of him.
He seemed more relaxed than even she had been earlier but it was not for long. A couple of minutes later he was up on his elbow again, kissing down her body. He kissed her everywhere. From the tips of her fingers, the soft spot behind her ear, her breasts, her legs. He looked up at her mischievously before ducking his head between her legs and kissing her there as well.
She squeaked in alarm when she felt him kissing her most intimate place but soon Diana felt like she was on fire. She was writhing on the plaid as Gordain continued his ministrations on her body and just when she felt like she couldn’t take the sensations anymore, he stopped.
She whined in frustration, her hands pushing his back down, but he resisted, moving up to cover her body with his own, his narrow hips falling into place between her thighs. She could feel his renewed arousal rubbing against her and she squirmed at the feeling.
He looked down into her eyes, his face asking a question. She bit her lip and then nodded in answer hesitantly before turning her head into his shoulder. He chuckled lightly before turning back her face and kissing her lips so thoroughly that she was certain that the ghost of that kiss would live on them forever.
And then he was right there. Big and throbbing, stretching her as he languidly buried himself inside her.
She hissed out a pained breath, but even as she did so, the pain was subsiding leaving behind an incredible feeling of fullness. He held still inside her as she still marveled at how close to him she felt joined like that. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and that was before he even started moving.
“More,” she whispered, and he huffed a small laugh in response but obeyed. She wasn’t certain what she needed to be doing, but she soon surrendered her body to her instincts, finding a natural rhythm between their bodies as they moved to completion.
She had never expected it to feel like this. The feeling of connection was unlike anything she had ever imagined and she couldn’t get enough. He brought her higher than she had ever been before. It was an assault on her senses, but one that she welcomed it with open arms.
They got louder and louder, their voices the only thing that was breaking the silence of the night. Diana gasped when Gordain changed the way he was moving suddenly, the different strokes touching a spot inside her that made her scream out in ecstasy. Gordain cursed against her shoulder a moment later as she felt him spill into her.
Suddenly she could hear things beyond their small bubble. The forest around them was alive with a thousand little noises, as a drowsiness overcame her. Gordain rolled off her, pulling her head onto his shoulder.
“Sleep now,” she mumbled, her eyes already half-closed and her words slurring. With a chuckle he covered them both with her plaid and they fell asleep warm and sated in each other’s arms.
