Geordie stared at her for the longest time, as if he too wanted to hold these memories for later, and then he reached out and brushed his knuckles gently over one nipple. Dwyn gasped and stiffened, her back arching slightly, unconsciously offering her breasts to him, but she didn’t close her eyes. She watched as his other hand rose and he palmed her breasts in each hand, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh briefly before his head bowed so that he could take one into his mouth. Dwyn’s eyes did close then, and she moaned as he lathed and suckled at the hard bud, his mouth seeming to pull on an invisible thread that ran straight down to the spot between her thighs. When he switched to her other breast, she found there was another invisible string there that took the same path, and Dwyn squirmed on the plaid as her hands reached up to glide into his hair.
“I want more,” Geordie groaned around her nipple, and she felt his hand release the breast he was suckling, but didn’t realize where it was headed until she felt it against her calf under her skirt.
Dwyn gasped, and arched her back harder, pushing her breast farther into his mouth as his hand glided up along her leg to her knee. Geordie accepted the invitation, taking as much as he could of her breast into his mouth and suckling almost painfully before suddenly releasing it to raise his head and peer at her as his hand slid around to the inside of her knee and continued up her thigh, urging her leg to the side and spreading her for his pleasure.
“Are ye wet fer me, lass?” he asked, his voice rough and almost pained.
“I do no’ ken,” Dwyn whispered uncertainly. There was a strange liquid sensation in her lower belly as if small elves were inside there pouring molten gold down to a spot between her thighs, but she was experiencing so many different sensations just then, Dwyn wasn’t sure what was going on. And then his hand pressed against the spot between her legs, and she gasped and jerked slightly under his hand at the sharp achy need his touch sent through her. She jerked again and cried out this time when one of his fingers slid between her slick folds to brush over the center of her building excitement.
“Aye, ye’re wet,” Geordie breathed, seeming pleased. Watching her face, he let his fingers dance over her moist flesh. His fingers were moving and sliding, rubbing and gliding, circling the tightening nub that was aching for his touch, but never giving it the direct contact her body seemed to be crying out for. Dwyn withstood it as long as she could, but then dug her nails into his shoulders, and gasped, “Geordie, please.”
“Please what, lass?” he growled, leaning forward to nip at her raised chin with his teeth. “What do ye want? Do ye like this?”
“Aye,” she groaned, lowering her head and turning her face against his in search of his mouth. Much to her relief, he kissed her then, his other hand releasing her breast to clasp the back of her head and move it as he willed. As his tongue thrust into her mouth, Geordie’s fingers finally pressed against the bud they’d been avoiding.
Dwyn cried out into his mouth at the contact. She also clutched him closer, pressing her breasts against his plaid and rubbing them frantically against him as her body began to shake violently. Much to her dismay, Geordie withdrew his hand, his kiss suddenly becoming gentler, almost soothing, and then he broke it altogether and pressed a kiss just below her ear as he murmured, “I want to taste ye, lass.”
“Taste me?” she whispered uncertainly, not sure what he was talking about.
“Aye, I want to see if yer as luscious as a peach like I imagined,” Geordie breathed, his hand squeezing her hip under her skirts.
“Oh,” she breathed, not sure what he was talking about, but hoping she was as luscious as a peach for him.
Dwyn didn’t realize she’d spoken that hope aloud until he pulled back with a lazy chuckle and smiled at her as he said, “I love yer honesty, lass. And I’m sure ye are.”
He kissed her again, urging her to lie back on the plaid as he did, and then he broke the kiss to shift lower and trail more kisses down her throat and collar. He paused to pay homage briefly to her breasts. Despite the excitement this caused in her, Dwyn felt her skirts sliding up her legs as he suckled briefly at her breasts, and then the material was gathered up around her waist and he left her breasts to shift between her thighs. Staring up at the tree overhead and panting, she let her legs fall open when he urged them wider, still unsure what he was up to until she felt him press his mouth to her core.
Dwyn’s eyes widened with shock, her upper body rising half up off the plaid at the first lash of his tongue across her sensitive skin, and then she dropped back with a gasping grunt as he settled in to what he was doing. This was beyond anything Dwyn had ever experienced or even imagined, and she was quickly a trembling mass of sensation, her body jerking and hips thrusting under his mouth. She wanted to press her feet flat to the ground, and push up into his mouth as she’d done with her breasts when he’d been suckling there, and she wanted to scramble away and make him stop this mad torment. But she could do neither. Geordie had her pinned to the ground, her legs held open by his hands as his mouth drove her to the edge of her endurance and then pushed her over, casting her into a chaos that had her shuddering and convulsing, her eyes closed and mind completely unaware of anything but the sweet release that washed over her.
When the madness finally passed, Dwyn found herself cushioned in Geordie’s arms, his hands moving soothingly over her back as he held her close against his chest and pressed kisses to the top of her head. She lay still against him for a moment as her breathing and the pounding of her heart slowed, and then cleared her throat, and whispered, “That was . . .”
She shook her head, unable to put into words what she’d just experienced.
“Ye liked it, did ye?” he asked, and she could hear gentle amusement in his voice.
“Aye,” Dwyn breathed, and then tipped her head back to peer up at him. “Can we do it again?”
That brought an abrupt laugh from Geordie, and he hugged her tighter to him, and shook his head. “Nay, lass. No’ now. I have to go talk to me brother.”
“Oh,” she sighed with disappointment, but when he didn’t release her, she relaxed against him, and brushed her fingers over his chest. After a moment she became aware of a hardness pressing against her stomach, and glanced down to see the long column under his plaid. Dwyn may not have understood what he’d meant by tasting her, but she did know what she was looking at, and asked with awe, “Is that fer me?”
She glanced up in time to see him grimace, and then he offered her a weak smile and said, “Aye. I’m trying to make it go away so I can go speak to me brother.”
“Oh,” Dwyn said with understanding, and then asked tentatively, “Can I help?”
Geordie groaned at that, and rested his chin on her forehead as his arms tightened around her. “Ach, lass, ye’re killing me here. Pray thee, just stop wiggling and asking questions and— Mayhap would help if we put yer dress back on properly,” he decided suddenly, and sat up, taking her with him. Once he had her sitting upright, he reached toward the gown tangled around her waist, and then paused, a helpless expression crossing his face as his gaze slid over her naked breasts and then to her legs, bare all the way to perhaps an inch below the apex of her thighs, where her skirt now rested.