by Vanessa Vale
"See, lass, I'm verra ready for you."
In reply, she licked her lips. I wanted that mouth on my cock, that tongue swirling over my flared head, but not now. Nay.
"God, I want you so badly." She pushed up onto her elbows. "Why is it that you're so damn virile? I swear you're dripping in pheromones."
I arched my brow at her words. "I do not know what these pheromones are that you speak of, but my cock is dripping cum, ready for a good ass fuck… or other things."
Placing one knee on the bed, I crawled up and over her, my hand by her head holding my weight off her.
"If any other man asked me that question, I would punch him in the nose."
My eyes narrowed at the idea. "What other man?" I growled.
She shook her head. "There's no one else," she said, her tone reassuring me. "I'm just not used to this subject of conversation."
"I bloody well hope not."
"God, you're a caveman." She stroked my cheek, my whiskers rasping against her small palm. "You mentioned other things?"
I grinned. "Curious, are you?"
She bit her lip and nodded. I loved having her beneath me like this. I was protecting her, sheltering her from the world. Nothing would get to her with me above her. The scent of her, something sweet and floral, along with the heavy musk of tupping, was thick in the air.
I went down onto my forearm, pressing my body against hers, but keeping my weight off her. I just needed to feel her, to be skin on skin from chest to toes. She was so bloody soft, her skin like the finest silk, the lush feel of her curves my undoing. Her breath tickled my ear.
"You can share what these other things are later," she said, her voice soft, as if she were sharing a secret. "Right now, I want… I want you to make me yours. All of me."
She might not have been a virgin, but she was innocent enough. A pretty blush colored her cheeks, and I was keen enough to know this was how she was telling me: Fuck me in the arse. Now.
This close, I could see her eyes take on a deeper green, like the bottom of a loch. Speckles of light sparkled in the depths. We took a moment to just look at each other. Perhaps she couldn't believe I was finally hers. Was she scared of me like she had been with Duncan? I didn't sense it. She wouldn't have told me to take her if she fretted. I forgot that she'd waited a long time for this night as well. Perhaps she'd waited longer. While I'd had to wait idly for the old man to die, alone, she'd been stuck with the fucking bastard.
"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.
He didn't hold back anything, but took me hard. I knew, deep down, that he wouldn't hurt me, but I liked him like this. I liked knowing that I'd made him mindless to his need to fuck, to use me as he wanted, to perhaps come so that he could ensure his seed filled me up. Each time he bottomed out there was a little bite of pain, but it only escalated my pleasure. I was going to come, and hard.
I couldn't move, couldn't even arch my back, pinned to the bed as I was. I could only take whatever he wanted to give me. I was his to use. The way he wielded his cock, he rubbed over delicious places deep inside me.
"God, Ian, yes," I breathed. "I love what you're doing to me."
His pace, the angle of his cock made my inner muscles clench against the sweet friction of his cock.
Ian finally slowed, lowering my legs back down. He hadn't c
He kept his eyes on mine as he shifted again, placing my ankles on his shoulders, keeping his hands there. Squeezed. He knew what he was doing to me, was telling me with actions how he could pleasure me in so many different ways. It was as if he'd fantasized about all of these different positions and wanted to try them all. Tonight. With my legs up so high, the angle of his cock was different. Deep, with a slight bite of pain. I gasped at the altered position, the electrifying stimulation. Was it possible to feel more? Ian groaned his pleasure as well. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the curve of my breast. His jaw clenched. With perfect access to my pussy, he drove his cock home, his balls slapping against the curve of my ass.
His cock couldn't move in and out as quickly as when I was sprawled on his dining table. Ian had to take his time, go temptingly, erotically slow. I felt every hard inch of him sliding in and out. I had no idea I was such a contortionist and was, for the first time, thankful for all those hot yoga classes. I loved it this way, burned with rippling pleasure.
Ian's body was coated in a sheen of sweat, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes boring into mine.
Ian stopped moving all together, holding himself deep. He wiped his brow and offered me a quick grin. "Are ye ready, lass?"
As he spoke, he ran his hand down to our joined bodies, his fingers circling the base of his cock and sliding over my stretched pussy lips. My juices smeared over his fingers and he spread it all around, over my clit and then behind to my back entrance. I startled at the contact. Even after playing with myself as he watched—had I really done that?—it was still a surprise for him to touch me there. With his cock still fully embedded in me, the extra stimulation of his fingers just brushing over the sensitive nerve endings was nearly my undoing.
Carefully, he lowered my legs.
"Roll over, arse over tits."
I laughed at his words, but eagerly did as ordered. As I'd prepared myself for this moment with that ivory dildo the past few weeks—something I would have liked to remember—I was ready. While his touch was surprising, I somehow wasn't scared. It was as if I knew I would love it. I knew that it wouldn't hurt, that Ian wouldn't hurt me. Then, just his finger teasing my ass only added to the overwhelming feelings. Past Lexy may have prepared herself for this, but modern-times Lexy had no idea how amazing it would be. That had just been a hard dildo and a finger. What would it be like with his oversized cock?
Ian grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath my hips. It propped me up just as he wanted but allowed me to relax. I really was arse over tits; my ass was high in the air, my cheek, breasts and arms resting on Ian's plaid.
Next, he reached over to a table and retrieved a small glass jar, like the one he'd had in the other room, removed the lid and dipped his fingers into the historic lube. I didn't know what it was, but it had helped with the dildo and I was thankful for it with his cock. Ian worked my pussy, dipping his fingers in me, fucking me all the while he used his other hand to coat my back entrance, ensuring I was completely covered and slick with the lube. I writhed, my body pushing back to deepen the thrust of his fingers, wanting more, ready to come if only his cock was seated fully in my ass.
Ian barely circled my back entrance, only touching me to make me slick, teasing me with the knowledge of what was to come. I was frantic with need, not only from his finger fuck, but from what he wasn't doing, and that was touching, pushing, stretching, filling, fucking my ass.
"Please," I begged. I'd fantasized about this kind of claiming before, so since this was my one night, I didn't care if I begged. I wanted to make my fantasies a reality.
Ian pulled his fingers from my pussy, and I felt empty and lonely.
"Aye, ye're eager enough now." Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as he coated his cock liberally with the lube.
As he did so, I took a deep breath and relaxed, eyes closed, and tried to catch my breath. He was going to fuck me, and I was going to let him.
"Please," I begged again, beyond reason. There was only so much taunting and teasing I could take before I died from the pleasure—or come trying.
"My cock may be too much for you as yet, so I'll stretch you some more with the rod."
He reached over and grabbed it, from where, I had no idea. I didn't really care.
I smiled to myself. "You just want to play."
A light swat on my ass accompanied his words. "Ach, lass, you've been able to play these past three weeks. Now, tis my turn."
Ian's thumb returned to gently rub over my hole, circling, round and round. No pressure, just swirling. I couldn't help but shift my hips on the pillow, hoping my motions would push his thumb in. Instead of doing as I'd wanted, he gave me another swat.
"You'll take what I give you, Alexandra."
A stinging heat returned to my bottom and it only added to the jangly sensations brought on by Ian's thumb as it continued to circle, to rim my back door, stretch it wider and wider before pushing inward. Barely.
The feel of my ass stretching, spreading for his thumb was uncomfortable, not painful, yet I still tried to relax and pushed my hips back even more.
"Alexandra," he warned, right before he spanked me again. "If a spanking is what you want, I'll give you another, but later. Dinna distract me."
He didn't relent on his task. I craved the burn, the pressure his motions created. It brought about completely different sensations of pleasure, ones I'd never experienced before. It was one thing to use that dildo on myself, but Ian's thumb was different. He was doing it because he wanted to, touching me in the way he wanted. I had no idea how erotic this would be.
His thumb was gone for the briefest of moments before I felt it return, pressing against my worked opening. It wasn't his thumb though, but the dildo.
I looked over my shoulder and watched as he slowly started to work the dildo over my hole, up and down, teasing me. My breath came out in short little pants. He paused, met my gaze.
"You want it, don't you?" He would have stopped if I'd told him so, but I wouldn't. Couldn't.
"Please," I begged. He knew what he was doing, taunting me. He was very good at it. Slowly he pressed the toy against my hole, then pulled back. He pushed once again, this time a little further.
"Breathe, lass."
I exhaled as I felt my ass stretch, widen around the slippery tip of the toy. It felt… open. Tight. Full. But not full enough. I needed more. Deeper. Filling me completely. God, what had the other Lexy done to herself with that dildo?
Once again I pushed my hips back, but Ian didn't spank me this time. He must have been as into it as I was, for he met my backward thrust with the toy, sliding it in deep.
"Oh!" I cried. It was such an intense feeling, but the lube really helped the toy slide in easily. The fullness, the nerve endings in my ass were so different than in my pussy, but just as incredible. Goose bumps spread across my heated flesh. My fingers curled into the soft plaid.
I could feel Ian's fingers against my pussy as it held the toy in place. I moved my hips pulling the toy almost completely from my ass, then back in again, riding it. Fucking it. Even though the need built even more, driving me toward the brink, my fingers tingling, my breath ragged, it wasn't enough. I wanted Ian. I wanted his cock. Not his thumb. Not a toy. Ian.
"Please, fuck me," I practically cried, my need so great. "There."
Ian gently pulled the toy free, tossed it on the bed. I felt something even bigger, wider touch my slippery entrance. Ian's cock. "Yes!" I cried.
"Ye're mine, Alexandra. I'll share ye wi' no other." He pressed his cock against my virgin ass. Once again I felt the stretching, the pushing as he tried to gain entrance. He was gentle, yet demanding, for he knew my body had been well prepared and he was very, very slick. I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed, pushing back. All at once, the ring of muscle that kept him from gaining entrance gave way and his flared head breached me.
I couldn't help the deep groan that escaped at the indescribable feeling. Unlike the dildo, his cock was warm and it pulsed with life. He moved in and out ever so carefully, further and further into me. It took some time, but Ian sank deep, all the way until I felt his balls slap against my clit.
I cried out and arched my neck, my back curving. I'd never felt so full, experienced something so deep inside. The feelings were so intense, so unusually pleasurable, I was on the brink of coming. With a firm grip on my hip, Ian started to move within me. He pulled back. Went deep.
Over and over he moved until the friction was too great. I writhed with uncontrolled passion, lost on the very edge of a hard come. He must have sensed a change in my need because he reached around and touched my clit, which was swollen and slippery wet. Between his fingers circling my swollen nub and the motions of his cock, my orgasm exploded about me like Fourth of July fireworks. I couldn't help but scream, pushing back against Ian's hard hips and thighs. I didn't care if the entire clan was outside the door waiting to hear my orgasm. Surely that wasn't the case, for Ian would have seen to our privacy. Ensured it.
I wanted to feel like this forever, the rolling waves of pleasure, the colors dancing behind my eyelids, the toe tingling feelings of amazement. Fulfillment and completion overwhelmed me. I felt Ian's fingers squeeze my hips, holding me in place. He gave a final, deep thrust and groaned his own pleasure. Ian slumped down over my back, his arms bracketing my body. I could feel his ragged breath on my neck; it mimicked my own.
Slowly, carefully Ian pulled himself free, then pulled the pillow from beneath me, and tossed it onto the floor. I felt cum dribbling from my ass. I was spent, well fucked. Used. Taken and claimed. In the best way. When I had my strength back, I'd love to do it again. And again.
Ian collapsed onto the bed and pulled me into his side, spooning close. His skin was slick with sweat and so very warm, the hair on his chest tickling my back. I could feel his tired cock against my used backside.
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