Sleepless Night：A Highlander Time Travel(16)

But, no. The peak was out of my grasp because… damn him… Ian pulled away.

"No!" I called out, ready to cry. "Suck it. Lick my clit!"

Ian stood and leered, wiped my cream from his mouth with the back of his hand. It wasn't quite a smile. He looked thrilled to have me in such a state, the bastard. "Nay. I want ye to milk my cock when ye reach yer pleasure."

My lower legs hung down off the edge of the table, Ian's body positioned between them. I pushed up and grabbed hold of the front of his shirt, tugging at the fabric, pulling it free from the belt, the kilt. Inch by inch Ian's flat stomach was revealed before he lifted the garment up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. Dark, springy hair covered his abs, heat emanated from his skin, burning my palms. He didn't have a six pack. It had to be at least an eight pack, maybe twelve.

Wow. Shit. Or whatever was said in Scotland. Damn, he was one fine man, my husband. I leaned in and kissed his chest, licking over his pebbled nipple, one then the other. I felt, as much as heard, his groan against my mouth. See how he liked it! He tasted clean, his hair tickled my tongue. His scent wasn't anything I recognized except pure, raw male. No strong soap scent, no cologne. All Ian.

He held himself still, perhaps letting me continue to have my way. Letting was the key word for I knew he would take control back from me when he wanted it. My hands grabbed him about the neck and pulled his head down to mine for a kiss. An all consuming, tongue tangling, mind blowing, mouth fucking kiss. Without breaking the lip lock, I reached down and worked at the clasp on his belt. If I could undo that, hopefully he'd be naked. Fast. Weren't men supposed to be naked beneath their kilts? God, I couldn't wait to find out.

Ian shoved my hands away and took care of the archaic buckle himself. His motions, as well as the breath expanding his already broad chest, were ragged. The long plaid fell to the floor.

I broke the kiss to look at him. Holy shit, he didn't wear anything under the kilt. I couldn't help the way my eyes widened at the sight. I'd seen a few cocks in my time, but not like this. His was like the rest of him, big and broad. It was also deliciously thick as it curved upward and almost reached his navel. A pulsing vein followed up the long length to the wide head. Clear fluid seeped from the tip. Yum.

He took his cock in his big hand and pumped it once, twice. "Like what ye see?" he asked, mimicking my earlier words.

That was going to fit inside me? I was very, very glad he'd given me that dildo to prepare myself because I had to question if that would fit in my ass otherwise.

Before I could answer or even nod my head, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach.

"Ian!"

I came up on my elbows with the palms of my hands on the cool wood. My nipples barely touched the tabletop, hanging down from above the corset. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he looked at me, at my ass. When he nudged my legs wider with one of his, I knew he could see everything. The air was cool on my wet pussy.

He was going to fuck me from behind. Oh God! My favorite. How did he know? I clenched my pussy at the thought, felt scalding wetness seep from me.

He ran his palm over one round globe, then dipped in to find my dripping slit. "This first time will be rough. I canna wait any longer." He nudged my opening with the head of his cock. Finding his target, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back roughly. Onto him.

We both groaned at the stark feel of being joined for the first time. He was impossibly big.

Slowly, slowly he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty with every retreating inch. His broad head caught on my parted folds before he filled me once again. My sensitive tissues parted and stretched for him, more and more, deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. Lifting my hips slightly, he adjusted the angle and was able to slide in a little more so his hips were in direct contact with my ass. His balls brushed against my clit.

We cried out at the same time. I couldn't remember ever feeling so full. So stretched. So amazingly alive, until he started to move. Then I changed my mind. Now it was the best.

In.

No, now.

Out.

No, now.

The man was going to kill me with pleasure.

My fingers tried to grip at the cool wood, to hang on to something—anything—as he fucked me. The orgasm I'd wanted ever since I saw the ruby ring in the jewelry store window was finally… finally… almost upon me. Closer, closer. Closer still. Ian brushed his thumb over the sensitive nerve endings of my back entrance, which were already awakened by the dildo.

My head came up and I screamed; Ian's hand coming round to cup his palm over my mouth to silence me.

"I told ye, lass. Yer pleasure is only for me." His voice was like a tumble of rocks and with a thick brogue.