Page 49 of Highlander Unraveled
“’Twasn’t your choice.”
“I know, and you were right when you said Fate made a mistake.”
“Dinna leave me, ever.”
“Never of my own volition.”
I skimmed my hand lower, loving the ridges of his muscles, the hardness of his belly, until I reached his throbbing cock. I wrapped my fingers around him, just as I’d done a thousand times before, but still, the silky hardness of him sent shivers racing all over me.
Logan’s head fell back as I stroked my hand upward, over the thick head and then back down.
“This will not last long if ye keep that up, love. Ye’ve got the magic touch.”
I giggled. “So I shouldn’t do this?” Before he could stop me, I spread my legs wider and leaned down low, slicking my tongue around his cockhead, lapping up the drop of fluid at the center.
“Ballocks, lass, nay…”
But he didn’t stop me. In fact, his hips jerked forward, a silent invitation to continue. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked just the tip, teasing him, my hand still at the base.
Logan moaned, deep and guttural, his hand threading through my hair. I teased and teased, and then finally drew him in deep. His entire body shuddered and I was reminded of why I liked to play power games with him. Because I liked that feeling of knowing he was at my mercy, that I was giving him so much pleasure he, the mighty warrior, was trembling on his knees.
“No more,” he growled, tugging at my hair until I let go.
He lifted me at my waist and I wrapped my legs around him, my arms around his shoulders. He knelt back on his heels. His cock stood tall and slick and pulsing between our bodies.
“I need to be inside ye,” he said. “Right now.”
I gripped his erection, and titled my hips forward, lifting enough to press his cockhead at my entrance.
“What’s stopping you?”
“Good heavens, lassie, nothing.”
He pumped his hips forward, invading my body and I enthusiastically surrendered. Despite the slickness of my desire, there was a slight pinch, as though I were a virgin all over again after having birthed our son. I gasped, but the pain was quickly gone, replaced with an urgent need.
Oh, but it was sweet. That feeling of being filled, stretched.
“Holy fu…” I cut off Logan’s curse by claiming his mouth with mine, tangling our tongues, and moaning at the exquisite sensation of our bodies finally being connected in the flesh.
His hands guided my hips in a slow, rocking motion. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in. Intense pleasure filled me, every muscle in my body on alert. Every nerve firing.
Hips rocking, pelvis thrusting, we were completely oblivious to anything other than giving each other pleasure. Finding release.
“I missed ye,” he murmured against my mouth.
“I missed you more,” I moaned.
Pleasure built, gripping me from the inside, I was so close…
“Don’t stop,” I demanded.
“Saints,” Logan moaned.
I rocked back and forth, harder, faster, and he kept pace, thrusting deep. The tremors of my orgasm started, faint and then came pounding, jolting. I clung to him as my body broke apart, pleasure radiating. I cried out, squeezing him tight as I rode the waves, rode his cock.
Logan growled, fingers digging into my hips as he thrust home a few more times, pulsing his own release inside me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and held onto him, even as my breathing returned to normal, my heartbeat slowed. I couldn’t let go. And he held me tight, too. Unmoving. We could have stayed like that all night.
