“He just does. Nobody can escape him, unless they spend the night in a Scotsman’s bed...”
Slapping my arm, Macbeth sniggers, “You have to be the worst storyteller of all time, Logan. That was about as scary as a nursery rhyme.”
“Lass, do not be foolish. It is the truth that my knightly heart tells ya.”
“Think your knightly heart is telling me a truth that’s very bendable,” she says, rolling her eyes, “and I think there’s more things you’ve lied to me about.”
I tense, a pressure laying heavy over my chest.
“What’s that?” I ask and she looks up at me.
“I know you weren’t sleeping before I came in here,” she says innocently but her cheeks are bright red, “I heard the noises you were making.”
My shaft shoots stiff and grabbing her, I roll on top of her, pressing our bodies tightly together. “Wicked, little lass...”
“Were you thinking about me?” she asks eagerly, licking her lips as I nuzzle her.
“Always you, Macbeth. It’s always only you, living rent free in my desperate mind.”
Stroking her nails down my back she asks, “Always...?”
Breaking her confusion, I press my lips against hers, finally sampling her sweet taste. She’s juicy and tart like a summer berry, making me greedy for more. Moving my hands to the belt around her robe, I flick it open with a twitch of my hand and she untangles before me.
Her mouth quivers as my eyes roam over her tanned little body, her curves wee and feminine and my lips pull over my teeth from needing to bite into them.
“Dammit lassie,” I groan, my breathing intensifying from her naked beauty, “ya couldn’t be bonnier, do ya ken that?”
Moaning she pulls her face up, sucking on my throat until my cock feels like it’s about to rupture. Her soft hand moves to cup me, squeezing and fondling and I grit my teeth, thrusting into her hand and for every shove she lets out a gasp.
Bending down, I suckle the round centers of her small tits, causing her lush body to eagerly press against mine and I rub her sweet scented sex, forcing her little nub to swell from the friction. She moans against my shoulder, silently pleading for more, her impatience driving me mad.
“Need to ease that ache of yours...” I grunt as she rocks against my hand, her heat stinging my palm.
“Yes...” she whispers with glassy eyes, her own delicate fingers tweaking her nipples, “I need you so much...”
“Careful what you wish her...” I groan, knowing she will be the end of me but she shakes her head, causing her sunkissed tits to sway and she circles her hips against my hand, spurring me on and I plunge into her slickness, penetrating that sensitive part of her.
My heart explodes in my chest, fire rippling in my veins from having craved this for so long and now I have her. Splayed in my bed with her hair flared over my pillow she takes my probing, her lids fluttering, her soft pants turning rhythmic.
“Oooh...,” she whines with close to shocked eyes but she’s going to have to learn to accept the size of me, “I can’t b...breathe...”
“Need me to slow down?” I rasp, ready to do anything that will make her love this but in response she digs her nails into my buttocks, offering up her mouth and the rest of her body.
7
Beth
Can you fall in love with a man you’ve only known for a couple of hours? Maybe in some cases. Like when it concerns an overgrown Celt who makes me feel like I both possess him and like I’m his property.
My belly tightens with need, with longing, my hips excitedly meeting Logan’s as his body raids mine without any inhibitions. His eyes are closed with pleasure, his mouth letting out arousing groans as my thighs tighten and thunder, making the beating in my core increase.
We make our own music, my moans blending with his grunts and my eyes turn hooded, my lips wet with both mine and Logan’s saliva. The pressure between my legs intensifies, twisting, burning, holding me hostage and I cry out, whimpering for him to let me over the edge.
“Please...” I moan, my hands hurting from holding the bedpost so hard, “Logan, let me fall...”
“Nay, not yet....,” he begins then curses, “fuck, ya ken how to make my cock burn...can’t hold back...” Burying his face in my throat, he dampens his roars, his beard and teeth grazing my skin and we climb the peak together, before dropping, plummeting, my heart triple beating in my chest and he lets me cry out in his kiss.
Minutes later he spreads my thighs again, this time settling between them with his talented mouth and with a flushed face, I wiggle against him, brashly craving more, more, more...