“Does this touch please ye?” he asked.
“Aye, beyond words I can say,” she whispered.
“I dinnae ken I can stand it any longer. I must have a taste of ye,” he said.
With those words, he swiped everything off the table with his long arm. Isabelle was startled by his intensity. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. Her arms went around his shoulders as he lifted her.
Then he set her down on the table.
“I must see all of ye as ye have seen me,” he groaned.
With a move so sudden, she did not know what was happening, he ripped her nightshift in two, down the middle.
“Declan!” she gasped, utterly stunned by his move.
He stepped back a moment. She watched as his eyes roamed freely over her breasts, her pink buds taut with passion, then further down to her soft mound of curls between her thighs.
He growled, “Ye are a bonnie, lass. Wars could be started over such beauty.”
Isabelle felt vulnerable and embarrassed by her nudity, yet filled with lust at the same time. She had never thought of herself as beautiful, nor did she think he ever could, but there was no time for her ponderings.
He pressed his lips against a breast and fondled the other with his large hand. Isabelle swelled with desire. She had never felt such flutterings of delight ignite her skin.
In the next moment he kissed down her belly. She felt him grab her feet and place them on the table, bending her knees.
“What are ye doin’, Laird?” she whispered.
“What I’ve wanted to do since I first saw ye. Tasting ye,” he groaned.
He plunged his face between her thighs. Isabelle released a loud moan. She had no idea this was what a man did with his wife. He pressed kisses against her and moved his tongue along her sacred place.
She felt a dizziness overcome her. One hand, she buried in his long hair while she placed the other on the table to rest on. She opened her thighs wider, allowing him to please her.
The same way he had moved his thumb over her tender spot, he now moved his tongue.
She felt pleasure deep within. Isabelle was unsure if this was a normal feeling for such an act as it bordered on bliss and a tickling sensation.
“Oh, Declan. What is this feeling? I dinna ken what it is,” she whispered.
“I do, lass,” he groaned. “It is meant to be this way. Enjoy it. Allow yerself to climb toward mounting that will burst into a release. Ye shall see.”
Isabelle bit her lower lip. She wondered if restraint might be a better path because allowing this to continue simply felt too good.
“I… there’ s…” but she could not bring herself to stop it. Instead, she moaned wildly under his touch.
“That’s it, lass. Let me pleasure ye as ye have me,” he whispered.
She felt his tongue flick on her tender button with more pressure. A gasp escaped her. The wetness gathering between her thighs shocked her.
The pulsing continued to grow. She felt like she could hardly stay in place.
Declan looked up at her. Isabelle saw his eyes focus on her jiggling breasts as she moved.
“Ye will drive me mad moving like that, Isabelle,” Declan said.
Isabelle didn’t know how else to move. Her body seemed to do what it wanted whether she wanted it to or not. She watched as he reached a large hand up to one breast and gently squeezed her rosebud. Isabelle moaned louder. The pleasure from being touched in so many places set her on fire.
“Declan… something is happening… ” she whispered between heavy panting.
