with kilts...
Lionel
froze for a second when their lips touched. What in the name of Scotland was
she up to? Then the fire in his blood burned away the questions and he swept
his arms around her and dragged her firmly up against his erection.
Thomasina
charged him in an unfamiliar way, appealing to both man and lion. Something
about this woman got underneath the shell he'd erected around himself. He
placed his hands on her ass, massaging and rubbing it, the rhythm as old as
time. Each push into her with his rod increased his lust.
If she
were to stop now, he didn't know what he'd do. But she showed no signs of
stopping. Rather, she lifted her legs around his waist, pushing her cunt right
up to his cock. He gasped in pleasure. "I could get used to a woman in
breeches."
She
undulated against him and his knees threatened to buckle. He carried her to a
small clearing and laid her down, dropping to his knees as he untied her cloak
from her chin and spread it out to use as a blanket. Her delightful eyes peered
at him, the blue darkening slightly as she gazed at him.
That
feeling of being just beyond reality hit him again, like a dream he didn't want
to wake up from. The grasses looked greener, the trees looked more alive, as if
a druid were about to walk out of them. The very air teemed with life. Yet, it
all looked fuzzy out of the corner of his eyes.
Closing
them against the distractions, he leaned forward and kissed her again. With one
hand trailing up her legs, he started the exploration of her body. Little sounds
came out of her that shot harsh lust careening through his groin.
He
cupped her mound and rubbed her through the breeches, forcing himself to go
slower when all he wanted was to rip all their clothing off. He trailed kisses
down her neck and chest to her luscious breasts and bit one nipple poking up
through her shirt. She arched her back and grabbed a handful of his hair,
holding him to her.
It
snapped the last of his intentions to go slow. A small whimper escaped her when
he quit sucking and he smiled down at her. "No need to be sad, lass. I'll
hae ye calling out in a moment." His words were meant to tease, to ease
the harshness of the hunger, but his voice cracked with lust and eagerness.
He
quickly pulled her dress over her head, and yanked her pants down, then stared
at her, the moment frozen for him. Her nipples poked up proudly in the cool
Scotland air and her blonde curls at her apex were damp with her dew. The aroma
permeated the air and aroused his animal instincts. Lionel quickly stripped off
his shirt and kilt and settled between her legs. He intended to slow himself
down again, but she raked her fingernails down his arms. It didn't draw blood
and felt damn good.
"Ach,
ye know nae what ye do tae me."
He
moved to his knees, put her legs on his shoulders, and looked down at her. The
moistness between her legs was obvious, but he stuck his finger in her anyway.
His control slipped a little more. Even though he'd decided he couldn't go
slow, he'd still intended to give her pleasure first.
Keeping
that in mind, he inserted a second finger and started stroking her. Her
whimpers were coming out louder now and her face flushed rosily. In and out, he
went with one hand, and stroked himself with the other. Her eyes tracked his
movements on his cock and her mouth opened.
*** *** *** *** ***
Leona Bushman goes by many names but the most common one is
superhero. She earned this name from saving a kangaroo from a tree—and yes that
is as hard as it sounds. The dragons taught their queen how to write, and Queen
Leona hasn't looked back. Even when her muse tries to muck things up.
She can be found goofing off and loving dragons and other
creatures of the supernatural at these places:
Twitter: @L_Bushman
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeonaBushman
Queen Leona writes mainly for Breathless Press, and the bulk
of her books are found here:
This includes:
The Ulfric's Mate*
Ravaged, Vol 1 ~ Barely There*
Rick Sexed Up the Doc ~ Naughty Nursery Rhyme
The Captain's Christmas ~ Cyber
Crimson, Vol 1 ~ Daryn's Slayer **my story is an historical
vamp/wolf story
Serviced, Vol 1 ~ Over A Dead Body
The Midwife's Moon*
*Denotes The War of the Weres series
Down on the Farm, Vol 1 ~ The Lion, the Witch, and the
Faeries
Slow Burn ~Dead Man Walking special
Coming Soon from Breathless Press:
The Twelve Delights of Christmas
Ravaged, Vol 2
Coming soon from Just Ink Press:
Mayhem in Mexico ~ Urban Sci-fi, please note this is not a
romance.
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