“I would like that,” she said softly, settling herself upon the cloak. The ground beneath was cool, but the fabric and his nearness warmed her through. He hovered over her. His strong arms held his weight against her chest. He kissed her lips softly.
She opened her mouth, inviting him to explore it. Her hands moved along his back. She felt the strength of his rigid muscles beneath his tunic. His heated kisses trailed down from her mouth to her neck, over the mounds of her creamy bosom. Eva inhaled a sharp breath.
“Ye are a bonnie, lass,” he groaned as his hand massaged her breast.
“That feels very good,” she whispered as she felt her pink buds harden under his hands.
Her heart kept thudding as she anticipated his every move as his hand traveled down between her thighs.
He began with a light touch, his palms warm through the wool of her dress.
Eva gasped softly despite herself as his hands pressed and eased, finding the secret places between her legs.
“Easy now,” he said with a crooked smile she could hear in his voice. “I’ve strong hands, but I ken when to be gentle.”
With seductive caresses, he slid her skirt up. Eva lifted her hips as he slid off her underthings and down her legs. She was completely naked under her skirt, and the chill of the night air brought bumps to her skin.
“Mm, lass, ye have the power to undo me,” he groaned.
“I think it is I who is about to be undone,” she replied breathlessly.
He smirked as he placed his hand on her sweet center. His thumb worked in a slow circle along her rosebud, careful and sure, as though he were learning her by touch.
Eva melted into the cloak, the tension she carried loosening with every measured press. A sigh slipped free before she could stop it, and she laughed breathlessly at herself.
“Saints preserve me,” she said, “ye’ve a gift, Connor.”
He smirked, clearly pleased, and leaned closer as his fingers explored her, never straying, always respectful.
“I’ll nae deny I enjoy this as much as ye,” he said.
Eva felt heat bloom in her cheeks, though she did not protest. She simply relaxed further, trusting him.
Connor’s hands moved with a rhythm that lulled her, kneading and smoothing until she felt the pulsing low in her belly growing.
“If ye keep this up,” she murmured, “I’ll nae be able to stop meself from release.”
“That is the point, lass,” he teased.
Before she could respond, he pushed his face between her thighs. He kissed her and licked her. “I love the taste of ye.”
Eva arched her back up off the blanket on the grass. She widened her legs, giving him better access, feeling both wanton and embarrassed by her own actions.
“Oh, Connor, oh,” she moaned.
“When ye call out me name like that, I lose all sense,” he groaned.
She felt his tongue skillfully press against her, back and forth. The fluttering feelings in her grew. A surge rocked through, and she could no longer hold on.
A blissful explosion of tremors shot through her. A loud groan escaped her and echoed across the water. She shivered with delightful pulses.
At last he slowed, his mouth resting warm and steady on her.
“I may have to jump in that cold water to cool meself,” Connor said.
Eva turned carefully, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him. Gratitude and mischief danced together in her eyes.
“Ye could do that. Or I could do to ye what ye’ve done to me. It’s me turn,” she said, her voice suddenly bold. “I’d like to please ye as well.”
