“Yes…” Isobel whispered. “I am not married.” The highlander laughed lightly.
“You dunna have to be a virgin to be married, lassie.” He whispered. Isobel felt her cheeks growing red. She had always been told that no man would want an unpure woman. “Still…it'll be my pleasure to take ye flower of innocence.” He smiled as he tugged at the waistband of her skirt.
As his fingertips lightly brushed her thighs, Isobel gasped as quietly as she could. The lightest accidental touch sent butterflies careening around her stomach and instinctively she raised her hips to him. He pulled her skirt down, over her calves, over her ankles, until she was free from it. Then he brought his hand up to the thin fabric of her undergarments. His fingers slid between her thighs, his thumb pressing against her clitoris as his fingers pushed against her opening.
“Ah!” Isobel gasped a little too loudly and catching herself, she pressed her lips together firmly and hummed quietly. Her hips lifting off the bed as he teased her most intimate of places. Her eyes locked on his as he rubbed her gently. His face turned from the hardened sun-leathered skin of a highlander, to the soft expression of a man.
“Am I hurtin’ ye?” He whispered. Isobel shook her head.
With confirmation that he was free to continue, the highlander swiftly relieved Isobel of her undergarments. For minutes he marveled at the thick bush of fiery red hair, unable to see through the darkness, but feeling it's softness with his fingertips. As he ran his fingers through it, Isobel could hear his breath coming faster, hungrier.
“Can you bring me the pleasure I hear women speak of behind closed doors?” She whispered. A question she would never dare ask in even the slightest hint of light. In response to her question, the highlander parted her thighs gently with his hands. Isobel took a stuttering breath in and he leaned down, his soft beard tickling the sensitive skin on her thighs. She could scarcely imagine what he was going to do, but when she felt the first brush of his tongue against her soft wetness, she was almost positive she had died and gone to heaven.
Chapter 5
Isobel gripped the bed, her fingers curled tightly as she marveled at the softness of the highlanders beard as it brushed her inner thighs. His warm tongue delicately brushed her wetness and Isobel had to do everything in her power to stop from crying out. Her lips pressed together tightly, so tightly that she could taste the faint trace of blood.
“Mmm…” The highlanders gruff voice murmured quietly from between her legs as he dipped his tongue inside her opening. As he licked her, his nose bumped against the sweet pink nub of her pleasure and Isobel couldn't help but reach down and tangle her fingers in his hair. She wanted to pull him closer, to beg him for more, but unknowing of his temper, she dared only to brush her fingers through his long silken hair.
The touch of his mouth against her made her breathing come fast and Isobel was sure that she would pass out completely. She couldn't even remember to breath as she focused on the rhythmic lapping of his tongue. And then he stopped. Moving up just a little, he wrapped his lips around that sweet swollen pink nub. He suckled softly, brushing his tongue lightly over it as his hands moved up to grip her bare hips. Isobel threw her hands above her head, lifting her hips to meet his mouth.
“Ahh!” She gasped as quietly as she could. An amazing feeling of tingling covered every inch of her body. She gripped at the head of the bed. The highlander looked up at her through the darkness, his lips suckling her softly, coaxing her to her very first orgasm. It was another conquest under his belt, but for Isobel it was the most glorious gift anyone had ever given her.
Gripping tightly with her fingers until her knuckles turned white, Isobel’s whole body stiffened. For a moment she was sure that she had died and gone to heaven. The powerful ripples of her first orgasm shuddered through her body. Her breath came faster than she ever realized it could and she found herself pulling away from the highlander’s mouth as the incredible sensation wracked her body.
“Mmm…” He hummed, crawling up over her naked body and pressing his mouth to hers. She could taste a tangy sweetness on his lips. It was something she had never tasted before but there was a deliciousness to it that she couldn't resist. She ran her tongue softly over his lips, savoring every drop. When she was finished, the highlander pulled back, his nose touching hers again. “Are you ready, lassie?” He asked. Isobel’s forehead creased.
“For what?” She whispered. She could hear as a smile touched his lips.
“For a good fuck.” He whispered. Just the mention of the word ‘fuck’ made Isobel’s body tighten all over again.