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Rebecca kisses with so much passion that it takes my breath away, and I can't stop myself from roving my hands over every inch of her that I can reach. I fondle her erse and rock my hips into her body. She moans again. Never in my life have I shagged a lass I just met, but I cannae stop myself. I grasp her erse with both hands and stagger forward until we meet an obstacle. I crack one eye open just enough to see that I have her pinned to a tree.
I should stop this. I know that. But I can't do it.
Shoving one hand between her cíoch, I roughly massage it and scrape my thumb over the nipple, back and forth, until she lets out a cry that's muffled by our joined mouths. The scent of her arousal wafts around us. I groan so deeply that I can hardly believe I made that sound.
I tear my mouth away from hers. "We shouldn't---not here---but I---"
"Please fuck me, Thane. Right now."
"Dinnae have a condom."
"I had a hysterectomy four years ago, and I haven't dated much since then. I'm clean."
"So am I. Haven't dated much either. But..."
Rebecca rocks her hips into my cock. "Just do me already, for Pete's sake. Make me come, Thane."
For about three seconds, I fight the impulse. Then she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and sucks on it.
A guttural groan rumbles out of me. And I shove a hand under her skirt to push it up to her hips. I expect to meet the barrier of her knickers, but Rebecca is not wearing any. "Mhac na galla. Do you always do business with no knickers on?"
"I never wear panties, if that's what you mean."
"Aye, that's what I meant." Just knowing she had been touring the distillery while having no underwear on makes me so randy that I can barely breathe. I shove a hand between her thighs, feeling the heat and slickness of her cream on my fingers. "Bloody hell. There's no turning back now, lass. Ahm about to fuck ye."
"Yes, do it, hurry the hell up."
I fumble to undo the buckle on my belt and unzip my trousers. The second I've done that, Rebecca wraps her thighs round my hips. My dokey lies nestled between her folds. I gaze into her eyes while I pull my hips back and plunge my length into her sheath, groaning with a depth of relief that I've never experienced before. But I still need more of her.
Rebecca throws her head back and clutches my shoulders. Her eyes are closed again, and her breaths come swiftly and shallowly, as if she's almost panting in her desperation to have me fuck her. The lass's tits rise and fall with her every breath, and I can see the stiff peaks through the fabric of her blouse.
"Please don't stop," she whispers. "Please, Thane."
I love her voice, especially when she's in the throes of ecstasy and begging me to make her come. I slap my palms on the tree, at either side of her head, and begin to pump my hips in a fast and powerful rhythm. The sound of her cream sliding along my cock is almost drowned out by the scratching of her clothing rubbing on the tree trunk and the wee cries she unleashes. I grunt and groan and grasp her thighs to hold her as close to my body as possible.
The look on her face, a mixture of desperate need and pure pleasure, has me teetering on the edge of climax.
Not until she jumps off that cliff first.
I hoist her thighs higher. Then I pull out of her body to scrape my slat up and down her cleft with my crown nudging her clit with every lunge.
Her entire body goes rigid. She remains frozen with her mouth open and her eyes half closed and seems incapable of breathing.
I tease her with the head of my slat, swiping it up and down her cleft.
And she explodes. Her cries echo off the trees and nearly obliterate the gentle sounds of the river rushing past. While her climax winds down, I thrust my cock inside her body once more and pound into her three times until the glorious release rushes through me on a wave of rapid spasms. Then I rest my head on her shoulder, breathing too hard to speak. Rebecca seems to feel the same way.
Finally, I pull out of her luscious body and zip up my trousers.
She blinks rapidly for a moment before she tugs her skirt down and tries to brush off the bits of tree bark that became glued to her hair and clothing.
"Turn round," I tell her. "You'll never get that rubbish off your back without a wee bit of help."
"Oh. Right. I guess I could use some help." Her cheeks are still a rosy shade, and her pupils remain large, darkening her bonnie brown irises. She turns away from me. "Okay, go ahead and brush it off."
I flick the bits of tree bark off her suit, but then I need to fight the impulse to push her up against the tree again to fuck her from behind this time. It's not my fault. I can see her own juices dribbling down her inner thighs---and I can smell it too.
Mhac na galla. Why did I shag her? I've gone doolally, for sure.
