Sleepless Night：A Highlander Time Travel(19)

"Aye, wife." I stroked my knuckles down her cheek. "Duncan may have taken your maidenhead, but you'll remember me being the first to take your beautiful arse. You're mine, lass. Now and forever."

"Yes, forever," she repeated.





CHAPTER NINE


Lexy



I'd never imagined a forever kind of love, but now… now I believed with my very being. The old woman's story had been preposterous, but I'd just been fucked by the Highlander hottie I'd mentioned over lunch with the girls. He'd just been a figment of my imagination, a fantasy. Until now. I was beneath him, his cock nudging into my cleft, the soft hairs on his chest tickling my nipples. I felt him, smelled him, saw him, touched him, heard him. He was real.

I was glad he was allowing me this moment to just look at him, for I had a feeling once he let loose with his… eagerness again, I wouldn't be able to focus on anything at all.

Laugh lines crinkled the corners of his eyes, mouth. His jaw was rugged, covered in end-of-day stubble that had felt so good. Surely there would be marks on the insides of my thighs, across my breasts. I had never seen someone so virile, so manly, so pure unadulterated male like my husband. My eternal mate.

My heart was full of happiness, joy in knowing that I would see again the man above me. In my own lifetime. It might be just a night with this Ian, but I had the rest of my life with my Ian. As I curled my hand around the back of his neck, I lifted my head to kiss him, gently, tenderly. He met my kisses and I dropped back onto the pillow. His attentions quickly became more intense, deep. All lips, tongue, heat. Lots of steam. My heart rate, blood pressure and all other important vital signs shot skyward. Parting my legs, I let him settle into the cradle of my hips, his cock sliding over my slick folds.

Ian lifted his head, his breath labored. He looked down the length of me, shifting lower to feast on my breasts. One nipple then the other, back and forth he went. I reflexively arched my back to push myself further into his mouth, into the sucking vortex of his tongue and lips. I'd had no idea my nipples were so sensitive, so arousing, until now. I'd never been so close to coming from a man touching my breasts alone.

"I canna get enough," Ian whispered, his breath hot upon one hardened tip.

He couldn't? He wasn't the one with the swollen breasts, aching nipples. He wasn't the one being taunted and teased. He wasn't the one whose pussy felt so stretched and sweetly used. Even my back entrance tingled from sliding that dildo in and out.

"I could just remain here, licking and sucking at your breasts, playing with them, for hours."

"Okay," I replied, perfectly content with that. I curled my fingers into his hair, held him in place.

"Okay? I dinna know what that means." His words were muffled by my breasts, for his hands cupped them and he kissed along the soft swells.

I could barely remember my own name as he was touching me, but I realized 'okay' was a modern term. "Please," I replied.

He seemed to like begging much better, for he just growled and ran his teeth over one tender tip. I didn't know how long it was, but he finally lifted his head, looked me in the eye. "Holy hell, woman, I'm never going to get enough of you."

I was able to catch my breath long enough to know it was his turn to be taunted, to be brought to the edge again and again and left wanting. Needing. I ran my hands over his upper arms, shifting down his body to his cock, rock hard and ready.

Ian's breath hissed out at the contact, his mouth near my breast stilled, his eyes slipped closed. He was so big, my fingers didn't close around his shaft. With one hand, I stroked up and down his length, getting used to his size while I cupped his balls in the palm of my other. Romance novels alluded to a man's cock as a sword or a saber and I'd always laughed at those vivid descriptions. They'd been more than accurate when it came to Ian, however, for his skin was hot and smooth over hard steel. I ran one finger around the sensitive ridge of the head and it was Ian's turn to push into my touch. As I learned what made him groan, what made his muscles tense, I watched as a drop of pre-cum seeped from the tip and slid down onto my fingers.

"Jesus, wife. I dinna want to come like a randy youth all over your hand." Ian sat back on his haunches out of my reach and pushed my legs wide apart, then shifted so his hard cock was notched at the entrance to my pussy. He lifted his glance to mine. "I want my seed deep inside you so I can give you that bairn you've wanted."

By a simple shift of his hips, he slid in. All the way. His earlier seed eased his passage. Hooking his arms behind my knees, he pushed them up and back so I was wide open and exposed. I'd wanted a baby? Of course I had. I'd been with a man who hadn't given me one. Perhaps that had been for the best, but with Ian, even I wanted to know his seed would take root inside of me.