“Why?” What a stupid question. What does it matter? If my wife wants fucked in a kilt, I’ll go buy out the entire House of Fraser in Inverness!
“Alex,” she says to me in obvious frustration. “Let me paint a picture for you. I’m in this stunning cottage in the Highlands where we can hear the waves crashing somewhere below us. I want my gorgeous new Scottish husband to bend me over and moan Gaelic in my ear while he drives into me in his kilt. I don’t think that’s too much fantasy to ask for, do you?” Damn, I forgot how feisty she can be.
She steps up to me, running her hand up my thigh under my kilt until she wraps her hand around my erection. I suck in a breath as she squeezes it, pumping once.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re having a problem with the concept,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me with a wicked smile. “Or do I need to get your brothers back here to do the job?” Oh, what the fuck!
With a snarl, I pull her hand away from me. Wrapping her braid in my fist, I turn her, pushing her down on the table in the middle of the money. I shove my hips into her ass so hard I can hear the coins on the table rattle, some spilling onto the floor.
“Whit did ye just ask me? Naw other fucking man can make ye scream like I can,” I growl, leaning over her until my mouth is next to her ear. She answers me with a deep moan as her hands form tight fists. Holy shit, she’s really into this! Reaching between us, I run a knuckle over her panties to her clit. She’s soaked.
“Yes, Alex,” she moans again. I take a deep breath, backing up a bit until I’m not pressing her into the table anymore. “What’s wrong?” she asks when I stand still for too long.
“I dinnae want tae hurt ye,” I say, trying to calm down before I’m completely out of control. “Whit did the doctor say?”
“You were there, Alex. He’s cleared me to return to normal activity. I’ve had to watch you in that kilt all evening knowing what’s under it. I don’t want to have to be without you anymore, husband. Please tell me you still want me.”
“Of course I want ye! I’m just trying tae go slow so ye dinnae get hurt. Dae ye want me tae use a condom? Rob was supposed tae leave some in the nightstand.”
“Alex!”
“Okay, give me a second.” I turn loose of her hair, bending so I can work on the rest of my formalwear. My hands are shaking as I try to unbuckle the scabbard holding my dirk.
“Alex! What are you doing?” she asks, starting to lose patience.
“I’m trying tae get this fucking dirk off!” I growl back. “Neither one of us wants to be impaled!” I hear her giggling. “For Christ’s sake, ye know whit I mean!” I stop, stepping to the side so I can slap her ass with my hand. I spank her hard enough it makes my hand sting. I would be worried about the growing red mark except she moans, grinding into the table.
Finally getting the knife off my waist, I let it fall to the ground with a clank. After consideration, I think the kilt pin is going to have to come off too so the damn thing will have more give. I’m bent over, wrestling with the pin when Claire stands up, spinning around to face me.
“For the love of God, now what are you doing?” she asks.
“Give me a break, Claire! I had on eighty fucking items of clothing,” I yell back, trying to unhook the pin. I roar in frustration, standing up with my hands on my hips to calm down enough my hands will stop shaking. Claire starts with a giggle which slowly builds until she is bent over in full-out hysterics with tears dripping from her eyes.
“It’s naw funny, Claire!” I say, but it’s too late, now I’m laughing. Sinking to her knees, she easily unclasps my pin.
“Calm down, Alex. I got you, baby.” I shake my head. She lays the pin carefully on the floor out of the way so it won’t get damaged.
Staying on her knees, she runs her hands up my thighs, pushing my kilt up to my waist. She leans in, slowly wrapping those full lips around the head of my cock. I suck in a deep breath as my heart pounds hard in my chest. When she pulls me to the back of her throat, I pull away from her.
“Naw, naw,” I tell her as she pouts up at me. Pulling her to her feet, I say, “This is aboot my wife wanting tae be fucked by a man in a kilt. Ye dae that, I’ll come in yer mouth.” She knits her eyebrows together.
“Not just some man, Alex. I wantyouto fuck me in your kilt.” She crosses her arms over her chest, scowling at me. It’s time for me to regain control of this situation. I pull her against me, pinning her arms to my chest while plunging my tongue into her mouth.
Wrenching her arms free, she begins gathering the kilt up in her hands, grabbing my ass. I reach behind me, tugging her wrist free, pinning her arms behind her. It’s when I’m trying to move both of her wrists into one hand that she makes her move. Lunging forward, she sinks her teeth into my shoulder where I had her name tattooed.
“Fucking hell, Claire!” I yell, barely keeping myself from coming all over this kilt regardless of the cleaning situation. Wrapping her braid around my wrist again, I extract her from my shoulder with a roar.
Spinning her around so her ass is flush against my hips, I reach over, shoving everything off the table with one arm. Money and clothes fly all over the floor as I shove her back down face-first onto the table, kicking her legs apart. Keeping a tight grip on her hair, I grab the back of her panties, ripping them off her body. She’s dripping when I run my hand between her legs, plunging two fingers in.
“With your dick, Alex. Fuck me with your dick!” she yells at me.
“Like this, Claire?” I yell at her, pulling my hand away and sliding my arm between her hips and the table. I ram my cock into her until I’m seated to my balls. “Is this whit ye want?” I yell over her scream. Pulling almost out, I slam into her again, pushing the table forward.
“Son of a bitch!” I ease out of her. Pulling her off of the table, I grab it with both hands, shoving the heavy thing against the wall to prevent it from moving.
Pushing her back down on the table, I gather up the damn kilt again before slamming back into her. “Is this whit ye need? For me tae fuck ye through the wall on this fucking table.” I hear her moan as I slam hard into her.
“Harder, Alex,” she growls at me. Moving both hands to her hips, I thrust even harder. I can feel her start to pulse around me, pulling me in. My balls have pulled so far up, I know it’s going to be explosive when we come. “Oh God, Alex. Please, please!”
