To Catch a Highlander: A Highland Erotic Romance by Krystal LaCroix
Authors: Krystal LaCroix
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tenderness, our lips locked together deliciously, with only Gordan’s wounded outrage for accompaniment. When at last the kiss was over, we both looked down at him and burst into victorious laughter. “Shall we show him just exactly what he’ll be missing for the rest of his miserable life?” I suggested.
“And how!” Ewan agreed. I already had his shirt pushed most of the way up his well-developed chest, which contrasted so beautifully with Gordan’s flabby torso. He raised his arms and I pushed it up and over his head. He lost no time in unbuttoning my dress, and presently I was once again nude, a state I was coming to feel was almost normal in that room. Still wearing his pants, which sported a wonderful bulge now, Ewan carried me to the bed, giving Gordan a swift kick in the back on the way, and lay me on the sheets. Gordan offered up his loudest grunt yet, and squirmed around as if to trip Ewan up; but Ewan easily evaded his efforts.
Ewan spread my legs gent ly and took a long, victorious look at Gordan, who was glaring up at us; I could only just see his hateful stare over the side of the bed. Then Ewan looked back at me and knelt down at the end of the bed, and without another word he dove in between my thighs.
I had heard of such things before, but none of Father’s men had ever been willing – always some silly idea that women were unclean somehow – and so the lovely flicking of Ewan’s tongue about my vulva was as much a revelation as a delight. The very int ense touch soon had me grabbing at fistfuls of the blankets as I almost wanted to writhe away, but not quite. I let out the tension in joyful screams well before he brought me to orgasm, even louder than I was naturally inclined to make because of Gordan’s presence, and louder still once I was coming. Through it all, Gordan’s hateful presence was a wonderful enhancement to our pleasure, as we all three knew this was the closest he would ever get to touching me again.
After I climaxed, I took a deep breath and a pleasantly exhausted sigh, and then patted on the bed for Ewan to come join me. “Lie back,” I said, and he did, his cock pointing straight up. After catching my breath, I took it gently in both hands and, straddling him, I guided him inside me. “Now let’s show him what you can do for me!” I said.
“And he never could!” Ewan said between moans.
“Not even if we were ever to let him!” I agreed.
I rocked back and forth on him, slowly and luxuriantly, to Ewan’s audible delight and Gordan’s clear frustration judging from the rare glances I cast at him. Our voices joined together in a lovely primal harmony, and he reached up and teased my breasts as I ground into him. Several minutes went by, each one more obviously frustrating to Gordan than the last as he was now grunting and writhing about on the floor.
Once again I felt Ewan’s orgasm, and the thrill of that sensation sent me over the edge into my second one. I then collapsed upon him in a joyous embrace that we shared in silence for a few minutes. Gordan had finally given up on whining, so now the room truly was silent but for his occasional vain efforts to undo his ropes and chains.
I was still enjoying the afterglow when Ewan sat up. “Get up, there’s no time to lose,” he said. “We must be away before som eone discovers what has happened.”
“Where will we go?” I asked.
Ewan cast me a shushing look, and I held my tongue as we arose and hurried our clothes back on. Out in the hall, he asked James and Sarah to guide us to the stables, and soon we were off downstairs.
Once we were outside in the stables, Ewan found our horses and then directed James and Sarah to take one each for themselves as well. “We’ll be away before anyone misses them, I promise,” he said.
When we were out and off into the pitch black nig ht, Ewan finally explained his plan. “I know a shortcut back home,” he explained. “I can be there by tomorrow afternoon, and
“And how!” Ewan agreed. I already had his shirt pushed most of the way up his well-developed chest, which contrasted so beautifully with Gordan’s flabby torso. He raised his arms and I pushed it up and over his head. He lost no time in unbuttoning my dress, and presently I was once again nude, a state I was coming to feel was almost normal in that room. Still wearing his pants, which sported a wonderful bulge now, Ewan carried me to the bed, giving Gordan a swift kick in the back on the way, and lay me on the sheets. Gordan offered up his loudest grunt yet, and squirmed around as if to trip Ewan up; but Ewan easily evaded his efforts.
Ewan spread my legs gent ly and took a long, victorious look at Gordan, who was glaring up at us; I could only just see his hateful stare over the side of the bed. Then Ewan looked back at me and knelt down at the end of the bed, and without another word he dove in between my thighs.
I had heard of such things before, but none of Father’s men had ever been willing – always some silly idea that women were unclean somehow – and so the lovely flicking of Ewan’s tongue about my vulva was as much a revelation as a delight. The very int ense touch soon had me grabbing at fistfuls of the blankets as I almost wanted to writhe away, but not quite. I let out the tension in joyful screams well before he brought me to orgasm, even louder than I was naturally inclined to make because of Gordan’s presence, and louder still once I was coming. Through it all, Gordan’s hateful presence was a wonderful enhancement to our pleasure, as we all three knew this was the closest he would ever get to touching me again.
After I climaxed, I took a deep breath and a pleasantly exhausted sigh, and then patted on the bed for Ewan to come join me. “Lie back,” I said, and he did, his cock pointing straight up. After catching my breath, I took it gently in both hands and, straddling him, I guided him inside me. “Now let’s show him what you can do for me!” I said.
“And he never could!” Ewan said between moans.
“Not even if we were ever to let him!” I agreed.
I rocked back and forth on him, slowly and luxuriantly, to Ewan’s audible delight and Gordan’s clear frustration judging from the rare glances I cast at him. Our voices joined together in a lovely primal harmony, and he reached up and teased my breasts as I ground into him. Several minutes went by, each one more obviously frustrating to Gordan than the last as he was now grunting and writhing about on the floor.
Once again I felt Ewan’s orgasm, and the thrill of that sensation sent me over the edge into my second one. I then collapsed upon him in a joyous embrace that we shared in silence for a few minutes. Gordan had finally given up on whining, so now the room truly was silent but for his occasional vain efforts to undo his ropes and chains.
I was still enjoying the afterglow when Ewan sat up. “Get up, there’s no time to lose,” he said. “We must be away before som eone discovers what has happened.”
“Where will we go?” I asked.
Ewan cast me a shushing look, and I held my tongue as we arose and hurried our clothes back on. Out in the hall, he asked James and Sarah to guide us to the stables, and soon we were off downstairs.
Once we were outside in the stables, Ewan found our horses and then directed James and Sarah to take one each for themselves as well. “We’ll be away before anyone misses them, I promise,” he said.
When we were out and off into the pitch black nig ht, Ewan finally explained his plan. “I know a shortcut back home,” he explained. “I can be there by tomorrow afternoon, and
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