Page 49 of Highland Sky

“So soft, yet hard at the same time. Like silk over steel,” she said, running her hand up and down his length. She heard him suck in a breath.

“Mayhap that’s enough of that right now.” He took her hand off of him. “If ye keep that up, I’ll be finished before ye begin. Mayhap for now, I’ll do the touchin’.”

They kissed some more, and his fingers found their way between her legs.

“Oooooh,” she moaned as he slid one finger into her, and then two. She felt her own liquid passion as he readied her, and her body vibrated, coming to life.

“Do ye like that, lass?” he whispered, grabbing on to her hips now.

“I do. But I want to feel ye in me. All of ye, Nash.”

“And so ye shall.” He lifted her hips and lowered her down over his shaft, sliding into her little by little. “Now, ye can help a little by moving yer hips,” he told her.

She breathed out a deep breath, feeling him enter her completely. It was perfect, like the warmth of wearing a snug-fitting glove.

“Are ye sure I’m no’ supposed to be on my back?” she asked.

“There are many ways to do it, and we’re goin’ to try them all,” he promised.

He helped her move her hips, then laid back, pulling her atop him. As they did the dance of love, Kellina heard a delightful, naughty squealing. She realized it was her making those noises as she came closer and closer to her peak.

“Somethin’ is happenin’,” she told him. “I’m almost there.”

His breathing became labored and she felt perspiration on his skin. She was getting very hot as well. With her eyes closed, she swore she could see bright light right through her lids. Then he rolled over, putting her on the bottom and thrust into her from atop, making love the usual way. She liked each way he did it. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would. Nash was gentle, yet still aggressive, and she liked that as well.

Kellina started thinking about babies, and realized they might very well be making one right now. After seeing how happy Spring and Shaw were with their baby, she wanted to feel that way, too.

“I want a baby, Nash,” she told him as he moved his hips, entering her and then sliding out over and over again. “Let’s make a baby. Please.”

That seemed to excite him as well, because he started grunting like a bear, and being a little more forceful now. She didn’t care. When she made love, she wanted to feel it, and she wasn’t afraid any longer.

“Take me!” she cried, feeling her body climbing higher and higher with each thrust from her husband as he strived to release his seed. “Ooooh, yes,” she cried, releasing all her pent-up emotions, finding her climax, wrapping her legs around his back at the same time.

He kneeled above her, holding her hips, pumping into her while she squealed and cried out from beneath him. This felt so much better than pleasuring herself.

“More, more, more,” she cried out, feeling greedy for this kind of pleasure, and feeling no shame. “Plant yer seed within me, Nash. Let’s create a new life, the two of us.

“Arrrrgh, aaaaaah,” he cried out, releasing his seed into her, falling to his back and pulling her atop him. Their hot bodies melded into one.

“I canna stop,” she told him, crawling atop him, just rubbing up against him, and having another orgasm without his help. By the rood, this was so much better than she ever thought it could be. She never knew it could happen more than once.

“Ye’re goin’ to kill me,” he mumbled from beneath her.

“Nay, I do no’ want to kill ye any longer. Honest, Nash.”

“I meant with all the couplin’,” he told her with a chuckle. “Ye are a vixen in bed, lass. It is somethin’ I never expected from ye at all.”

“Neither did I,” she told him, kissing him, thinking she smelled something burning. “What is that smell?” she asked, lifting her head and sniffing the air.

“I bathed in the loch, honest I did. I am sorry if I worked up a sweat, but ye are vigorous in bed.”

“Nay, no’ that.” She sniffed the air again and looked up, and screamed. “Nash! The roof is on fire!”