wrists and know I couldn’t touch him, that I had to surrender to him. I squirmed in the chair, parted my legs so that when he knelt before me again he could see the folds of my sex glistening.
One of the best medieval ideals—no underwear. Forget thongs and sheer, lacy panties. Here, I wore nothing and it was hotter than hell. When I could feel myself getting wet, the heat of it slick and sexy against my thighs, it made me all the hotter.
Logan licked his lips, staring now at the view I’d given him. “Ye’re a tease, lass.”
“I’m only showing you how much I want you.” I flicked my gaze toward his belt. “Want to show me how much you want me ?”
He groaned.
I leaned forward, loving when he let me play the seductress. I reached my hand down and grabbed hold of his thick cock through the fabric of his plaid.
God, I wanted him.
“Just once before you leave,” I begged. “It won’t take long.” I patted the arm of the chair. “We can do it right here.”
Logan stood so abruptly I nearly upended the chair. He pulled me up and turned, sitting where I’d been. He flipped his kilt out of the way, revealing his length in all its vibrant glory. Long, hard, a vein traveling up the middle to meet at the tip of his engorged head. A drop of pre-cum glistened the tip. “Lift your gown.”
I lifted up the gown around my hips and stepped forward. He scooted to the edge of the chair and then grabbed hold of my hips, effortlessly lifting me until I straddled him. He held me aloft a minute, allowing me to grab hold of his thick shaft and position him at my opening, and then he yanked me down, thrusting his hips upward at the same time.
Both our heads fell back as we moaned, that initial joining, the thrust and sink, so hot and pleasurable that there is nothing one can do but surrender to it.
This would be no lengthy coupling, but quick and furious. He gripped tight to my ass, thrusting up, fast and hard as I rocked back and forth, my hands finding anchor against his shoulders. I sank closer, kissing his lips, nuzzling his neck, and he teased over the flesh of my nipples with his teeth, sucking on them and leaving wet spots on my gown from his tongue.
I cried out, my body tensing with each ensuing push and pull. I was so wound up. Emotions, fear, tension, all of it pushing us both closer to the brink.
Logan buried his face between my breasts, murmuring words filled with passion, emotion and something deeper—regret? I pushed it aside, unwilling to explore what that could mean. Instead, I whispered my own words of love, of sensuality. Telling him how much I liked his cock thrusting hard and deep inside me. How much I loved him, needed him.
When the fluttering of my orgasm began, I cried out, “I’m coming,” and he ground his hips upward harder, faster, until seconds later we were both crying out and quaking with mutual release.
“I dinna want to leave ye, but I have to go,” he said, his voice gravelly against my breasts.
I stroked my hand through his hair, tugged until he looked up at me. I bent low and met my lips to his. “I know. But ye’ll be back soon, we both know it. We must both do what has to be done.”
I climbed from atop him and lifted my foot right between his thighs, my toes an inch from his balls and his cock still partially erect and glistening from our sex. “Strap it on me,” I demanded with a coy smile.
Logan grinned and leaned forwa rd, pressing his lips to my knee. “What would I do without ye, Emma? Ye make me stronger. Just when I thought nothing could give me more power, here ye are.”
He grabbed the leather strap from the table and wrapped it around my thigh. “Tight but not too tight,” he instructed. He Wrapped it around twice, leaving the second tying even looser. “Watch as I do this, I want to see ye do it after me.”
Logan picked up the dirk and slipped it between my thigh and the second loo p, sheathed blade facing downward. Then he twisted the blade up and
One of the best medieval ideals—no underwear. Forget thongs and sheer, lacy panties. Here, I wore nothing and it was hotter than hell. When I could feel myself getting wet, the heat of it slick and sexy against my thighs, it made me all the hotter.
Logan licked his lips, staring now at the view I’d given him. “Ye’re a tease, lass.”
“I’m only showing you how much I want you.” I flicked my gaze toward his belt. “Want to show me how much you want me ?”
He groaned.
I leaned forward, loving when he let me play the seductress. I reached my hand down and grabbed hold of his thick cock through the fabric of his plaid.
God, I wanted him.
“Just once before you leave,” I begged. “It won’t take long.” I patted the arm of the chair. “We can do it right here.”
Logan stood so abruptly I nearly upended the chair. He pulled me up and turned, sitting where I’d been. He flipped his kilt out of the way, revealing his length in all its vibrant glory. Long, hard, a vein traveling up the middle to meet at the tip of his engorged head. A drop of pre-cum glistened the tip. “Lift your gown.”
I lifted up the gown around my hips and stepped forward. He scooted to the edge of the chair and then grabbed hold of my hips, effortlessly lifting me until I straddled him. He held me aloft a minute, allowing me to grab hold of his thick shaft and position him at my opening, and then he yanked me down, thrusting his hips upward at the same time.
Both our heads fell back as we moaned, that initial joining, the thrust and sink, so hot and pleasurable that there is nothing one can do but surrender to it.
This would be no lengthy coupling, but quick and furious. He gripped tight to my ass, thrusting up, fast and hard as I rocked back and forth, my hands finding anchor against his shoulders. I sank closer, kissing his lips, nuzzling his neck, and he teased over the flesh of my nipples with his teeth, sucking on them and leaving wet spots on my gown from his tongue.
I cried out, my body tensing with each ensuing push and pull. I was so wound up. Emotions, fear, tension, all of it pushing us both closer to the brink.
Logan buried his face between my breasts, murmuring words filled with passion, emotion and something deeper—regret? I pushed it aside, unwilling to explore what that could mean. Instead, I whispered my own words of love, of sensuality. Telling him how much I liked his cock thrusting hard and deep inside me. How much I loved him, needed him.
When the fluttering of my orgasm began, I cried out, “I’m coming,” and he ground his hips upward harder, faster, until seconds later we were both crying out and quaking with mutual release.
“I dinna want to leave ye, but I have to go,” he said, his voice gravelly against my breasts.
I stroked my hand through his hair, tugged until he looked up at me. I bent low and met my lips to his. “I know. But ye’ll be back soon, we both know it. We must both do what has to be done.”
I climbed from atop him and lifted my foot right between his thighs, my toes an inch from his balls and his cock still partially erect and glistening from our sex. “Strap it on me,” I demanded with a coy smile.
Logan grinned and leaned forwa rd, pressing his lips to my knee. “What would I do without ye, Emma? Ye make me stronger. Just when I thought nothing could give me more power, here ye are.”
He grabbed the leather strap from the table and wrapped it around my thigh. “Tight but not too tight,” he instructed. He Wrapped it around twice, leaving the second tying even looser. “Watch as I do this, I want to see ye do it after me.”
Logan picked up the dirk and slipped it between my thigh and the second loo p, sheathed blade facing downward. Then he twisted the blade up and
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