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She clucks her tongue. "You sneaky, horny man."
"May I take that as confirmation that you want me to fuck you on the other side of the river?"
"Yes, you may."
I set the canoe in the water and hold on to it while Rebecca climbs in. Then I get in as well. The spot I'd chosen for our rendezvous lies a wee ways down the river. Once we reach the location, I help the lass out of the canoe---by sweeping her up in my arms and stepping onto the shore. We now stand on the side opposite where the distillery and all our guests currently are. The bank is lower here, more of a step than a cliff, and the nearest tree leans over the water, providing sanctuary.
Rebecca glances around and smiles. "You really did map this all out ahead of time. You've got a blanket spread out for us and..." Her smile mutates into a smirk. "You brought the edible massage oil."
"Of course I did. Undress, Rebecca."
"You first, Thane."
I undo the buttons on my shirt one by one, taking my time because I love the way Rebecca follows my every movement. Then I roll my shoulders to push the shirt off and toss it away.
Rebecca removes her blouse over her head and sends it flying.
My turn again. I unhook my belt, flinging it away.
She frees the button on her trousers and drags the zipper down so slowly that my cock twitches. I'm getting harder by the second, but she isn't done with me yet. "I'll take my pants off if you do it first."
"Anything for you, love." I push my trousers down and roll my hips as I do that, strictly because I can tell the lass loves it. But I keep hold of my trousers to ensure I'm lowering them as gradually as possible. Rebecca's chest is rising and falling more heavily. That means I've accomplished my goal. So, I kick my trousers away. "Your turn, gràidh."
"You're already naked. That's not fair. I should get the same amount of striptease that you'll get from me."
"Dinnae worry. I'll make it up to you." I know she was teasing me. The lass loves to do that because she knows I enjoy it. "I need you naked, Rebecca. Hurry up."
She reaches behind her to unhook her bra and toss it away.
I cannae wait any longer. My cock feels about to burst, and I can barely breathe from the intensity of my need for her. I might pass out from lack of oxygen if I don't take her right now. The lass has just removed her knickers, so at least I won't need to wait any longer. I pick her up and lie her down on the soft blanket.
She links her hands above her head, shimmying her hips.
I lie down beside her, on my side, and trail my fingertips up and down her body, making her shiver. "Ah, Rebecca, ye make me so dàrail. My luirgean is under your spell, ready to give you all the pleasure you deserve. My slat is hard as granite. Your cream tastes better than any mac-na-bracha, and even my best whisky can't compete."
She bites down on her bottom lip while I go on skimming my hand along her skin. My slat rests on her hip, and a bead of moisture hovers there.
When she reaches out to touch it, I cuff her wrists with my other hand. "Not yet, mo chridhe." I shift position, kneeling above her while still restraining her wrists. "Ahmno fucking ye until you're so wet and sensitized that ye cannae stand it."
"Please do that to me. I want it, I want you, so much that I never want the pleasure to end."
Still on all fours, I bend my arms just enough that the crown of my slat brushes her skin. The sensation feels so bloody good that I suck in a sharp breath. I need all my willpower to keep brushing my cock over her skin, everywhere from her tits to her belly and lower still, to her hips and inner thighs. But when I graze her mound, she jerks and cries out.
Time to increase her need. Bloody hell, I'll be increasing mine too, and I dinnae know if I can take it.
I push her legs apart with my knee. Now, I need to release her wrists so I can crawl backward until my face hovers above her mound. When I gently separate her folds, she moans deeply. For a moment, I gaze at her swollen, slick flesh and suck in a deep breath of her scent. The musky, sweet aroma makes my cock throb. Since I know I won't last much longer, I hoist her knees onto my shoulders and shove my face into her folds, licking and lapping and devouring the lass like I'll die without the taste of her on my tongue.
She plunges her fingers into my hair. "Yes, Thane, oh God, yes. Suck my clit, please."
I ignore her plea and lick everywhere around her hard nub without touching it. That makes Rebecca thrash her head. The silky smoothness of her cream drives me mad, and I finally lose my last shred of control. I scrape my tongue up and down her cleft swiftly until she cries out, then I thrust a finger inside her sheath and latch on to her clit at last, devouring it like this is my last meal before I die.
Her shouts echo off the trees.
I fuck her with my finger, and when her body freezes, I plunge two more fingers inside her.
Her body folds in on itself as her mouth falls open but no sound emerges. She clenches her fingers in the blanket. And at last, while her sheath milks my fingers, she comes. Her wild cries echo around us, and I keep fucking her until she goes limp.
I'm breathing hard as I rise to my knees and gaze down at her. "Need to fuck ye, gràidh, right now."
