I opened my mouth to respond but any words that would have come out dissolved into a soft moan as Darach cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing and pushing and then simply lowering his head and running the tip of his tongue around one of my nipples. I felt it harden instantly. The feeling of cool air against wet, bare flesh was so acute I almost stumbled. I needed him inside me. The tickle between my legs was an ache now, and one I wasn't going to be able to ignore.
"Darach, I-" He sucked my other nipple into his mouth and I couldn't finish the sentence.
"What is it, Jennifer? Is something wrong?"
The Laird was speaking to me with my nipple in his mouth - I could hear the teasing smile in his voice as he pretended not to have any idea what he was doing to me.
Still unable to speak, I buried my hand in Darach's hair and arched my back, offering my breasts up to him and pulling him against me. He was fiddling with the button on my pants, pushing his hand down until it was almost where I wanted it and then going back to the button again.
"Darach, please."
He knew what I wanted. He kissed his way back up my neck to my mouth and paused, slipping his fingertips an inch or so into my jeans and then pulling them out again.
"I know what you want, Jennifer," he whispered in my ear, flicking his tongue over my earlobe and exhaling heavily as I tilted my hips forward against his body, "You want my fingers inside you, don't you? I don't know if I can do that out here in the open, what if someone sees us?"
He was still teasing, clearly enjoying my breathless neediness. He kept talking as he unbuttoned my jeans and started to unzip them:
"You're a naughty girl, Jennifer, aren't you? I can feel how much you want it. Are you all wet for me, little one?"
I felt him slip his hand into my panties and keep going, two fingers sliding down over my clit and between my lips until I was gasping and struggling, desperate to get my pants all the way off.
"Oh Jennifer, Jenny, oh God, baby."
Darach's control was starting to waver badly. He pushed two fingers into me, all the way in until my eyes closed and all I could do was whimper. "Is this for me, Jennifer? Is this mine?"
There was no time to answer the question - he knew the answer anyway. I just let my knees do what they'd been threatening to do - give in. I sank down onto the grass, yanking my pants and my panties off as Darach stood in front of me unbuckling his belt. I sat there watching him in the darkness, barely able to see and burning up as he undressed. When he finally knelt down between my legs all I needed to feel was his body against mine.
"I need this, Jenny. I need you."
Darach's voice was thick as he put a hand on one of my thighs and opened me up even wider. Every part of me - my body, my soul, everything - was tense with anticipation, completely primed for him. He lowered his head down and gave me a slow, deep kiss, nudging the head of his cock between my lips and holding it there for a few seconds before letting go and burying himself inside me. That first moment of penetration was sweet and perfect and I couldn't help the little high-pitched yelp of pleasure at the feeling of being opened up and filled completely.
"Mmm..." Darach's breath was heavy and quick as he started to thrust into me, pushing himself all the way in every single time until I was gasping and moaning and pushing my hips up against him in desperation.
At the time, no man had made me come before - at least not without heavy intervention from me - but with Darach it was automatic and I didn't need to do anything except be there underneath him, taking him. I could feel it building up in my sex, I knew it was going to happen.
"Darach, oh..."
He knew it was going to happen, too.
"You're going to come, aren't you Jennifer? That's it, baby. I want to feel it when you come, Jenny. I want to feel every little twitch of your sweet little pussy..."
"Yeah. Darach. Darach!"
It would have happened anyway, and it would have been fast, but Darach's words in my ear as he fucked me, the way his breath was starting to quicken, his pleasure was what did it. He slammed into me hard when he saw I was on the edge and held himself there until he felt the first little clench of my body around him.
"Darach...!" It was all I could get out before mindless bliss crashed over me, arching my body up off the damp grass and sending pulse after pulse of sweetness through my sex until I was shaking and beads of sweat stood out on my forehead.
"I fucking love the way you say my name." Darach growled into my ear and buried his face against my neck. I could feel the tension stiffening his body and his shoulders knotting underneath my hands. I knew he was close.
"Darach," I whispered in his ear, "Darach. I want you to come inside me. Please."