Chapter Sixteen
Rafe
I've needed all my self-control to stop myself from ravaging her like a wild beast, but I can't hold back any longer. Iona Buchanan's luscious body is laid out before me, and I allow myself a moment to admire her beauty. Those plump tits and their swollen nipples. The delicate curve of her waist. Even her navel turns me on, and I can't resist ducking my head to swirl my tongue inside it. She doesn't have the body of a twenty-year-old, but I love that about her. Even her tiny stretch marks make me want her.
She's a real woman, through and through.
As much as my lust commands me to ravish her wildly, I refuse to rush. At least for the moment. Soon, I won't have enough control left to accomplish what I mean to do to her right now.
I thrust my face between her thighs and devour her.
Every time I scrape my tongue over her clit, she jerks and cries out. But when I pet her folds, she thrashes and shouts and bangs her fists on the tabletop, making it jounce across the floor. Bloody hell, I haven't even fucked her yet and she's already going crazy. Am I that good? Iona certainly makes me feel that way. I swear I could keep going for days as long as I'm inside her.
But I won't go there just yet.
I nip at her clit, thrusting a finger inside her. The second she cries out, I push another finger into her opening, loving the velvety slickness and heat of her body. She grips the edges of the table hard enough that it must hurt, but she doesn't seem to care. My cock throbs. How much longer can I torment her before I risk coming all over the floor without even being inside her?
Long enough. I have unbreakable willpower.
I latch on to her nub and suckle it so hard that it must hurt, but rather than smacking me, she begs me to keep going. Not with words. Neither of us can speak right now, of that I'm certain. Her pleading gaze tells me all I need to know. So, I nip and lick and suckle her clit until she explodes.
"Rafe! Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
I consume her flesh until she finally collapses, her entire body slack and slicked with sweat as if she ran a marathon. The weight of lust has done that to her. I can't deny the sight of her naked, spread out before me with her glistening flesh exposed, might just drive me irretrievably insane.
And I don't give a toss if it does.
Iona lies there with a dreamily dazed expression. Her eyes appear darker thanks to her pupils dilating. Her skin is dappled with pink here and there, another sure sign that I've satisfied this woman completely.
And we aren't even done yet.
I lean over her, setting my hands at either side of her shoulders. "Ah, my sweet Scots lass, you are stunning in the throes and immediately after. I'd love to taste you over and over again, but we do have plans."
"What? Plans?"
"Yes, pet. I vowed to do this for you, and I never renege on a promise."
I strip naked. But before I can fuck her, I need a condom. Shoving my hand into the pocket of my trousers, I dig out one of three packets I've been carrying in my pocket ever since the first time we had sex. As quickly as is reasonably possible, I roll the condom on.
Then I thrust my cock into her as deeply as I can go---and then I stop. For a moment, I allow myself to revel in the feel of her soft, slick flesh molding to my shaft, and the enticing scent of her desire for me. My ex-wife only ever wanted a quick orgasm and never cared what I wanted. Iona isn't like that at all. She could climax repeatedly for hours if I had the stamina for that.
"Do something, Rafe. I need you to come inside me."
"Not yet." I shove my arms beneath her body and hoist us both up and off the table. "Wrap your legs around me and hold on hard enough that you won't lose your grip."
She complies instantly.
I stagger toward the glass doors, bumping into the table and a chair along the way. With a bit of effort, I manage to push the door open. Iona clings to me more firmly while I stagger across the yard and over to the sauna's door. In the furthest recesses of my mind, I wonder if Iona's neighbor, the cattle farmer, might see us and wonder what the bloody hell we're doing out here. Raghnall might call the police, I suppose. But I rather doubt it. Who wants to ring the police station to report a barmy couple shagging in the backyard in the nude?
Three times, I try to open the bloody sauna door, and three times I fail. I almost drop Iona on the final attempt. Yet somehow, my cock remains lodged inside her.
"Let me do it," Iona says, her tone breathless.
"Hurry, then, and do it."
She twists sideways and snakes her arm out, feeling around until she finally grasps the knob and turns it. The door eases open, creaking faintly. I rush inside and kick the door shut. Luckily, it has a latch that closes automatically. Our entrance has let some of the steam escape.
"Bend your knees a wee bit, Rafe."
I obey Iona, and she stretches her arm out to grab the ladle out of the water bucket and dump the water onto the hot rocks. That sends up more steam, filling the sauna. But that movement to the left also has the side effect of triggering her inner muscles to tighten around my shaft.
"Bloody hell, woman, you'll make me come too soon if you don't stop squeezing my cock."
The Scottish lass in my arms bites her upper lip. "I'm so sorry, Rafe."
"Don't apologize. Just loosen up a bit, would you?"
She releases her hold on my cock.
And I surge toward the nearest wall, slamming into it. Iona wraps her arms around me fiercely, crying out as I pump into her with brutal force.
"Harder. Please, Rafe, harder."
I pull out almost all the way, then pound into her like a maniac, over and over, shouting with every lunge. Iona's tits are mashed to my chest, and their rigid tips rub against my skin. The lovely lass abruptly freezes, a sure sign that she's about to come.
But I don't want to let her do that just yet.
And so, I freeze too. "Did I say you could come yet?"
"Huh?"
The pure confusion on her face is the most charming thing I've ever seen when a woman is in the throes.
I brush damp hair away from her face. "Let's wait just a moment. Then I'll allow you to do something for me."
"You are an arrogant sod, aren't you?"
"And that's what makes you want me so desperately. Isn't it?"
She smiles with devilish sweetness. "I reckon it is, you despicable, odious, vile bastard."
A chuckle rumbles out of me. "If you were trying to insult me, pet, better practice your tone of voice. Your sultry timbre made it sound like a come-on."
"Maybe it was." She squeezes her inner muscles around my cock. "Dinnae give up now. It was just getting good."
I nip her bottom lip. "Ever since the day we first shagged, I've given you nothing but bloody fantastic sex. You should thank me. Or perhaps give me a medal."
She kicks my arse. "Get on with it, Rafe."
"Yes, milady."
I stagger over to the back wall of the rather small sauna. Not much room to work with here, but I can innovate. Once I've reached the edge of the bench, I spin around and drop down on the wood surface. Then I turn sideways, lying down with my knees bent. Iona has remained in my arms, but now she lies atop my chest with her chin propped beneath mine.
Iona gazes at me with delight glittering in her eyes. "Are we about to have a wee lie-down?"
"No, you cheeky lass. You are going to fuck me." I slap her arse. "About time you did some of the work. And make it a hard come, would you?"
"Is there anything else you require?"
"No, that's all." I wink. "For now."
Iona pushes herself up onto her hands on my chest and begins to rock back and forth. The gentle motion seems certain to give me a heart attack, considering how aroused I am. But I can't deny I love watching her tits as they sway to and fro. I love the sight so much that I lunge my head up to catch one peak between my teeth, laving it with my tongue. Then I twist myself into a near pretzel position to smack her arse.
"Oh! Rafe, you scamp." She slaps my chest. "Behave yourself."
"Why? You love my despicable scamp attitude."
Iona never stopped fucking me even while we were speaking. Her desire is clearly mounting, and she speeds up her pace more with every stroke. I feel as if my cock might erupt at any second. For her, I'll hold on as long as humanly possible. I can't stop myself from grasping her hips to hold her firmly to me while she pumps her hips faster and faster. The steam roiling around us only adds to the eroticism of our lovemaking.
She comes again, more powerfully than before, and throws her head back to scream.
Finally, I can't stand it any longer. To avert a heart attack, I thrust my hips upward to plunge deeply inside her once, twice, three times while electric shocks barrel down my spine, forcing me to spend everything I have inside this incredible woman's body.
Iona and I collapse in a heap on the bench. One of my arms hangs over the edge. We're both fighting to regain our breath. When I can manage to control my muscles again, I brush my fingers through her damp hair in a rhythm I hope will feel soothing to her. After the way I pummeled her body, we both need time to come down from the endorphin high. Since she let me do this to her, I owe the sweet Scottish lass a reward.
Once I've gotten rid of the condom, I hook a finger under her chin, urging her to meet my gaze. "Let me massage you, love. I don't want you to get too sore."
Her eyes widen, but only for a brief moment. Then she smiles with lazy sweetness. "I would love that, Rafe. Thank you."
I pat her arse. "Then turn onto your side so I can move out from under you."
She complies, and I then instruct her to lie on her stomach. Once she's done that, I kneel on the bench beside her legs. Her lids fall halfway shut while I massage her from head to toe, paying maximum attention to her legs and arms, the areas most likely to get sore after receiving such an intense workout. I lovingly rub those areas but also use my hands to iron out any kinks on her back and neck.
Her smile, full of sweetness and total satisfaction, gives me an odd feeling in my chest. It's not a bad feeling. I like it, but I can't quite figure out what it signifies. She enjoys my company, especially when I fuck her. Other than that, I have no idea what Iona wants from me. To suggest I might be her boyfriend seems bizarre. I'm too old for that. But she's more to me than a casual lover, so...I have no bloody idea what we're doing.
Once I've completed the massage, I rise and stretch. "Are you hungry, pet?"
"Mm, starved." She sits up, and her face now lies at the level of my cock. It's no longer hard, but she doesn't seem to care. "We don't have any food, though. It's, um, sort of littering the whole living room."
"You must have some food items in your refrigerator or freezer."
"I do. But before we eat..." She pats the bench beside her. "Let me massage you."
"That isn't necessary."
She rolls her eyes. "Forget about necessity. Lie on the bench and let me rub you down, gràidh ."
With this woman, I have no willpower. Why shouldn't I let her do what she wants with my body? I lie down and stretch out on the bench with my feet nudging her hip. "Have your way with me. I've never had a massage that wasn't related to physical therapy. This will be a new experience for me."
Her brows hike up. "Are you having me on?"
"No. Why would I lie about that?"
Iona leans over to touch my cheek. "No wonder you're so easily enraged. Didn't your ex-wife do anything nice for you?"
"Well, it was probably my fault. I never could make Angela happy, especially after the lightning strike."
"I'm honored to be the first person to ever give you a massage."
And I'm honored to have a woman like her in my life.