turned about, and strode into her room just as she stood, one long arm reaching for a drying cloth on a chair beside the tub.
His imagination hadn’t done her justice. She had magnificent breasts that would fit in his palm nicely, thin waist and legs that went on for miles. Water dripped from her, the little droplets running between spaces he could only dream of tasting, licking, kissing…
“Perhaps you’d like to take a photo, Aedan. It’ll last longer.”
He didn’t understand what she’d said, but by her tone of voice he knew she was being sarcastic. Instead of looking away, he crossed his arms and continued to admire the view. “If a photo means I could capture how you look for all time, I’d only be too willing to do so.”
A rosy blush ran up her chest and onto her neck and he smiled. He shut the door, and walking over to her, helped her out of the tub.
She contemplated his outstretched hand before taking it and stepping out. Whether the gods were on his side, he’d never know, but Abigail slipped, and the lass, forgetting all decorum, grabbed his shoulders as he clasped her waist.
Her very naked waist…
His body roared with need. The smell of lavender and something else that was only Abigail, assailed his senses. Of their own accord, his hands slid over her smooth, unblemished flesh, tracing up her spine, until he pulled her closer than he ought.
Her labored breaths pushed her breasts against his chest, and he cursed the fact he still wore his tunic and kilt. The need to have her against him, skin on skin, was unlike anything he’d ever known. His hand slid over her bottom and he clenched one buttock, eliciting a gasp from her.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she said, leaning closer and kissing him softly.
His cock hardened, and he lifted her, undulating against her core. He moaned, taking her lips in a searing kiss, wanting her with a need that scared him with its intensity.
His body burned for her, his mind in chaos over what he felt for the lass in his arms. She wrapped her legs about his waist, her body hard against his. “Aye, we should.” Aedan walked over to the bed, kneeling on the animal furs as he laid her down and came over her. Her dark locks spread out about her face like a halo, an angel sent from heaven to tempt him into sin.
And if sin was where Abigail was taking him, he’d gladly follow. Her fingers slid up his chest, up his neck, to clasp his nape. He kissed her long and deep, and she matched him with every stroke.
He was enthralled.
Aedan pulled away and ripped off his tunic, his kilt soon followed, before he stood at the end of the bed and looked at her, enjoying the beautiful woman who was willing to give herself to him. She lay open to him. No modesty, only raw need. Her glistening mons begged for his touch and so he knelt at the end of the bed, slid her down until he was able to taste and tease the very essence of her.
She was sweet, clean, and delicate. He flicked his tongue across her excited nubbin and grabbed her thighs to keep her still. Again and again he lathed her flesh, delving as deep as he could with his tongue, before teasing her with long, soft glides of his lips.
He nibbled her thigh, kissing his small love bites before making his way up her body, her flat stomach, breasts, her beaded nipples, taking his time to pay homage to such greatness.
“Aedan,” her soft plea made him as hard as a rock, but when her hand clasped his flesh and stroked, he lost all sense of control.
“Aye, like that, lass.” Pleasure rocked him. Her touch was soft but sure, driving him almost to the point of completion, but with enough control not to.
And he wasn’t going to come on her hand, when what he really wanted was to be inside her. Take them both to where their second kiss had brought them.
It was like their meeting was written in the sands of time, was meant to be.
He slid his tongue up her neck, kissing beneath her ear. She shivered beneath him, breathing heavily. He settled himself between her legs, undulating against her wet core, teasing them both with his touch.
He grabbed her hands, holding them above her head, their fingers entwined. Her breasts pushed out and he leaned down