Page 67 of Sins of the Highlander

At her first sight of “Robin,” she’d been minded of her father’s stallion. Now she wondered if men were like stallions in other ways. One night, Elspeth had sneaked into the stable and hid in the haymow to spy as her father and the groom oversaw the stallion covering a mare in heat.

Elspeth had watched in awe as the horse’s huge thing stopped dangling. It grew and stiffened as he sniffed wild-eyed at the mare. Then the stallion climbed atop her, and the mare whinnied her pleasure while he pumped his great thing in and out of her and bit her neck till the blood ran, glistening ribbons down her withers.

She’d rather not be bitten till blood ran, but she could certainly arrange herself for Rob without him having to tell her what to do. She pulled away from his kiss and shifted onto her hands and knees, hoping her thigh wouldn’t tremor too much.

“What are ye doing, lass?”

She peered over her shoulder at him. “I’m getting ready for ye. I’ve seen horses, ye ken.”

***

He almost laughed at her naïveté, but the thought of lifting her skirt and being able to ram himself into her glistening slit from behind robbed him of the power of speech. Oh, to be able to grasp her hips and pound away at her, his balls slapping her thighs.

But that was not how a man takes a virgin. Not one he cared for.

He moved down beside her and lay on his side. “I’ll no’ say ye’re no’ a fetching sight from that angle, but people are no’ horses.”

She settled onto her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. “Then what am I to do? I feel your sadness, Rob, and I want to ease it.” She bit her bottom lip. “Are ye thinking of her?”

He didn’t ask whom she meant. “I’ll no’ lie to ye. When I kissed ye just then, Fiona formed in my mind for a heartbeat. She was my wife, and she comes to me unbidden sometimes, but I shoved her away for the now. There’s no’ enough room in my bed for two women.”

Her smile squeezed his heart.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and fingered her soft lobe.

“Then what would ye have me do, Rob?” she asked, rolling to face him. “I want to please ye.”

“Just let me take ye, lass, and we’ll both be pleased, I promise.” He ran a fingertip along the top of her bodice, then he plunged his hand in to cup her breast.

Her eyes closed in bliss. “Aye, take me, then. Steal my lips, my breasts, all that I am.” Her eyes opened again. “Steal me away, Rob MacLaren.”

***

Desire was a difficult dance master. The steps for removing unwanted articles of clothing were sometimes bunglesome. Laces snarled in knots. Buttons popped off. Impatience to plant a kiss on needy skin tripped them up more than once, but the reward of seeing each other in glorious nakedness was well worth the slow dance of disrobing.

“Do as I do,” Rob had told her. And he began stroking her all over. Elspeth reciprocated, reveling in the shiver of muscle, the hitch of his breath when she touched a spot that gave him pleasure.

They took turns kissing each other, planting their lips on every crease of skin, every indentation and bump. He lingered over her anklebones and toes. She swirled her tongue around his navel.

Finally Elspeth sank back into the feather tick and spread her legs. Rob moved up her body, kissing and teasing, caressing and torturing. He worshipped her breasts, nuzzling and suckling, while she sketched a benediction on his spine with her fingertips.

Then he took her mouth. And as his tongue slid into her, his cock entered her as well.

He didn’t thrust or jab. He just filled her. Slowly. Inexorably. Assuaging the aching emptiness.

Her maidenhead shredded in a flash of pain that was gone almost instantly.

The wonder of holding him inside her was too fine, too glorious for words. They fit together with such rightness, a tear tickled across Elspeth’s cheek.

And then he began to move.

Elspeth matched his pace, and the dance began in earnest. They found a rhythm, a flow of bodies and hearts and spirits, all intermingled and jumbled together. Did she moan or he? Whose shuddering breath was that? Whose heart was pounding like a drum? It was difficult to tell as they raced toward a distant pinnacle.

She felt her insides clench around him. Once. Twice. Then she retreated from the drop.

“Come, lass,” he said hoarsely as he plunged into her. “Come with me.”

She launched her soul skyward, and her body followed. He stilled while her inner walls spasmed around him, and then his seed pumped into her. She held him while his body shuddered with the last hot pulses.