One inviting look from her, and suddenly, he claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss—his lips slanted over hers again and again. She eagerly returned his kisses, measure for measure. He made her feel so good inside. Alive. Her desire heightened, and she rubbed her breasts wantonly against his wet chest. Her belly grew warm, frissons of pleasure stroking her from within.
Beneath the water, the swell of his arousal pressed to her belly. His hands fell to her waist and stroked her skin, and then one hand moved up to cup her breast lightly. His thumb ran gently over her nipple, and she shivered with pleasure at his touch, the feeling raw and sensual as he stroked. She sucked in her breath and then let out a low moan against his mouth. Ian growled low in his throat, deepening their kiss. He pulled her against him tighter, his hands reaching down to grip her buttocks. What heaven was this, bliss in a place that looked like paradise? She moved against him restlessly, his kiss, his touch, all of it making her feel very, very good.
Feeling emboldened, she ran her hands down his arms, massaging the muscles that bulged beneath his skin. Her husband was a strong man, a warrior, his body honed and hewed to protect. And she felt safer with him than she had her whole life. She ran her hands along his chest, her thumbs rubbing gently on his nipples, mimicking what he had done to her. At her boldness, he gripped her buttocks harder and lifted her against him, his hard shaft sliding over the crux of her womanhood. She smiled into his mouth at the raw power of passion and how simple, primal movements could make him react.
Continuing her exploration, she ran her hands down the sides of him, slowly edged toward the front and then paused.
Rhiannon’s eyes were teasing, her grin seductive.
“Och, woman, ye torment me.” Ian crushed his mouth to hers again, fully and deeply. Kissing, licking, nibbling until they were both panting so hard, there was no going back.
Her fingers crushed his rock-hard arousal, and then she gripped him, stroking.
“I canna take this torment,” he groaned.
Before she knew what he was doing, Ian lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder, giving her bottom a playful smack. Laughter escaped her, and she playfully pummeled his back. He swam toward the shore and walked out of the spring, carrying her toward their blanket.
Ian laid her out and stood over her for several heartbeats, gaze roving hungrily, possessively over her body.
Rhiannon swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Ian was fully aroused, large, and swollen. The sheer size of him would be daunting if she didn’t already know how good he could make her feel. Rhiannon slowly let her gaze rise to his face, and she sucked in her breath at the intensity with which he looked at her. His gaze spoke of the things they’d done, the promises of more.
“Make love to me, Ian.”
He drew in a quick breath, dropped to his knees, and slid the length of his body over hers. He pulled her closer with his hands running through her hair, deepening their kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue and thrust it inside, imitating the ancient lovemaking ritual.
She pressed against him, sighing into his mouth, until he pulled his mouth from hers and made soft kisses down her throat, flicking her skin with his tongue.
“Mmm…” she moaned.
Warmth spread through her limbs, and she was aware only of the hot, velvet tongue that lapped at her flesh and made her envision wicked things.
When his mouth settled on her nipple, flicking back and forth before suckling it, she thought she would leap from her skin. She arched her back and, at the same time, thrust her hips against him. His hard erection pressed the apex of her thighs with a delicious spark. She wanted him to sink inside her.
“Rhiannon, ye dinna know what ye do to me,” he said hoarsely. He pulled away to gaze into her eyes.
“If it’s anything like what you do to me…I know all too well.” Her voice was just as hoarse, her breath coming in pants.
His smile was wicked, and Rhiannon laughed, lightning flashing through her body. They would end the torment here and now.
Ian leaned down and kissed her gently and softly, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He caressed her arms up and down with the backs of his fingers and then came to rest at her waist, one thumb circling her navel, as his mouth tenderly placed soft, wet kisses on her neck and shoulders.
He took his time, making love to her with the soft pads of his fingers and the light, feathery touch of his mouth on her skin.
The gentle torture of his touch drove Rhiannon to the brink of ecstasy. She clutched at him, desperate for more. The weight of his body, the hardness of his arousal, sent white-hot waves of pleasure through her.
Ian slowly moved against her. Sparks of lightning flashed each time he glided forward, his hard member rubbing against the sensitive spot, damp with wanting.
Rhiannon clung to him as he imitated the act of making love. Frissons of need grew from tiny sparks to a blazing inferno. She wanted him. Wanted him deep inside her.
He moved lower. His tongue made lazy circles down her throat to the tops of her breasts. His body kept its rhythmic motion, sliding over and over, as his mouth moved to nuzzle the valley between her breasts, his tongue deliberately toying with her in seductive moves. Licking, sucking, nipping at everything but the pink tip that begged for his ardent attention.
She cried out when he finally pulled her nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking it in and out, his tongue teasing her. The pleasure and pressure within her built as his mouth made love to her breasts, and his body pushed against her core. She wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting so the tip of his cock pressed to her core, begging for more.
Ian groaned at her movement and then shifted himself. The warmth of his heated body left, only to be replaced by him kissing her belly, his tongue circling her navel, and then lower still. As he kissed the inside of her thighs, he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin there. Oh, heaven help her, the decadent feelings his mouth elicited made her body thrum with pleasure.
She nearly fainted from the memory of his mouth on her most delicate place. Before she could think more about it, his mouth covered her sex. Rhiannon cried out, her fingers pressing into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
His tongue flicked up and down, in and out, sending flames to spread through her. Her legs shook from sheer pleasure, and when she thought it couldn’t get any better, her body exploded.
