Sleepless Night：A Highlander Time Travel(13)

His large hands brushed up and over my calves, my dress bunching up on Ian's wrists. As he reached my knees, he worked his way back down, then up again. One eyebrow lifted in question. "Your legs, there isn't any hair." He looked puzzled, surprised by something he considered very strange.

My skin tingled where he touched, the rough rasp of callouses awakening every single nerve ending.

"I shaved them," I told him, my breath still coming out in pants. Even with his hands benignly on my knees, the touch was erotic. Anticipation overwhelmed me as I wondered, hoped, where his hands might go next.

"Shaved?" His head lowered to kiss the smooth skin on one calf, caress it. Understand it. "I smell your desire. Yer quim must be drippin' wet."

My eyes practically rolled back in my head. God, I loved Scottish dirty talk. Of course I was dripping wet and he knew it.

Ian lifted his head to look me in the eye, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. "Do ye have other places ye like to shave?" he wondered, one tip of his mouth quirked up.

I smiled demurely. Slyly. I wasn't going to tell him I'd been waxed only the other day. In my lifetime. He'd never understand. I looked forward to him learning about it all by himself. "Why don't you find out?"

The fireplace and candles about the room cast an orange-hued glow over Ian, dark, brooding and mysterious. Sexy. Ian threw his head back and laughed, his hands still hot on my legs. "Ach, aye. It would be a pleasure."

The 'r' in pleasure rolled off his tongue like a purring cat. I could get used to the accent. He could read a grocery list and make it hot.

Ian was a man of action, not words. Past-life-Lexy had decades to find out if he was a rocket scientist—or Scottish laird—but the twenty-first century Lexy had just one night. Who needed lots of talk when all I wanted was action?

Action I got because his hands advanced quickly over my knees and up my thighs, bunching the yards of fabric of my dress about my waist. Grabbing my ankles, he placed my feet upon the table, spreading my legs wide, exposing my pussy to his gaze. I could feel the cool air on my thighs, the wetness between, my underwear, or drawers, whatever it was called in the olden days were on the floor.

"I didn't know it was possible," Ian murmured quietly, mesmerized by the sight of my pussy, smooth and waxed. I kept a small, lush triangle above my clit, which hopefully was a directional guide for Ian, leading him exactly where I wanted him to go. One blunt finger gently stroked over my smooth mound, around my slit as if mesmerized.

I arched my back, crying out at the searing heat of his intimate touch. "Like what you see?" I asked breathlessly, daringly bold.

"Ach, your quim's so pink and wet and when I stroke it, you purr like a kitten." Using his fingers, he stroked gently up and down my slit, then after parting my slick folds, slid two fingers deep inside. "You'll come all over my fingers, then around my cock."





CHAPTER SIX


Ian



It wasna a scream that came from Alexandra's parted lips, but it was close. A good thing too because I had not jested when I said the sounds she made when I touched her body belonged to me and me alone. I could easily quiet her by putting my cock in her mouth, but I wanted it in her pussy first.

After a wedding, the bride was to be tupped, her maidenhead torn and the bloody sheets waved to the awaiting clan. Everyone knew Alexandra had been wed to Duncan and nay a virgin, but the custom was to be met, solely because I was laird. I wouldna wave a bloody sheet around, but I'd tup her. I had no objection to that. I would not let anyone share in it though. The only accommodation I would make was to wrap my bride in my plaid when done. I didna mind my naked arse exposed to the entire clan, or even all of Scotland. Alexandra, however, was bloody mine.

"Shh, lass," I warned. My balls ached with need and every little whimper, every cry of surprise, pleasure, desire made me desperate to come.

Dipping two fingers inside her scalding heat, she clenched around me. She was tight, so bloody tight my cock throbbed. Fluid seeped from the tip and down my pulsing length. I'd been longing for this moment, to see her body, to feel how hot she was for me, to see her arousal coating my fingers and her thighs.

I pulled completely free, slid over her smooth, bare skin. Twas a surprise, her bare flesh, her beautiful pink quim. I could see every little bit of her. Nothing hid her perfection. I'd never seen a woman's mound almost free of hair. This woman, my wife, was a surprise, and twas only our wedding night. I'd waited so long for this. For her.

Duncan had his way with her and forced her hand into a miserable marriage. Twas easy for me to see Duncan had done nothing with Alexandra's quim besides take her virginity. No bairns, no pleasure, no passion. It would be my job to do that. I happily teased her, circling, twirling my fingers before dipping into her just a fraction, then back out to caress over her swollen clit, returning to thrust deeply once more.