Chapter Five #3
Elspeth turned in his arms before responding. “I think I won’t be out of your sight for a while.”
“Ye willna be out of ma reach either. Ye ride with me until we’re back at Mangerton.”
“My horse. I wish we’d been able to bring her with me. I’ve had Wind since she was born.”
“I saw Da and Laird Armstrong talking to several men as we walked over here. I’m certain they sent them to find the camp. If they do, they’ll bring yer mount back.”
The look of relief on Elspeth’s face made Callen feel like he’d given her the greatest gift possible.
She tilted her head back, and he gladly accepted her offer.
The kiss grew heated as it always did, but now he didn’t fear having a hand amputated if someone found him touching his wife.
While he wanted no one observing them, he knew he’d survive if they were.
He trailed his hands from her waist down her backside until he cupped it and pulled her onto her toes.
His right hand slid back up to cup her breast. Her breathy moan against his lips made his rod twitch.
When she felt it, she rocked her hips against him.
“Mo chridhe, the way I want ye right now…”
“I know, my love. I want it too. Can’t we…?”
“I can ease the ache, but I willna make love to ma wife for the first time while standing in a loch where anyone could stumble upon us.” Callen eased his hand beneath Elspeth’s skirts and skimmed his fingers along the inside of her thigh.
He was working on instinct alone. While he’d had opportunities to learn, and he’d been tempted in preparation for coupling with Elspeth one day, he’d never gone through with it.
“Callen, you make my skin tingle, and I ache for you to touch me. Is that—is that the way it should be?”
“I think so.”
Elspeth leaned back for a moment, her brow furrowed. “You don’t know?”
Callen sucked in his lips before swiping his tongue between them. “I’ve never done this before, Elsie.”
“You mean you’re an innocent too? I assumed you’d been with other women before tonight.”
“I had the opportunity, but I never took it. I admit I was curious before I met ye, but once I did, I wanted nay one but ye. I hope I dinna bungle this too badly.”
“Keep doing what you’re doing. We’ll learn together.”
“Ye dinna think me less of a mon for nae kenning how to pleasure ye?”
“I think you’re doing just fine. Most men wouldn’t care aboot their wife’s pleasure.”
“If that’s what ye believe, ye havenae met enough men in ma family. The Sinclairs, Sutherlands, and Mackays are large clans because each lairds’ family hasnae stopped growing in over two score years.”
Callen’s fingers brushed against her seam, and Elspeth’s head fell back with a sigh.
She clutched his biceps as his arm around her waist kept her from collapsing when her knees trembled.
His finger sank into her dew before they rubbed slow circles on her nub.
He kissed along her throat and down to where her skirts tucked into her neckline.
He used his teeth to pull them loose, then let go of her only long enough to wrap them over her shoulder.
His arm went back around her with his hand on her bottom while he licked along the neckline and delved his tongue into her cleavage.
Elspeth did her best to swallow her moans, but it grew harder with Callen’s attack on all her senses.
With her eyes closed, and her head still tipped back, she scraped her fingernails over his abdomen, annoyed his leine was in the way.
She could feel his heat through the material, but she wanted skin to skin.
She tucked her fingers into his belt and tugged before letting go and fishing for the end of his plaid.
He jumped when her fingertips grazed his thigh.
He groaned when her tentative fingers brushed his length.
She squeezed her hand between their bodies and wrapped it around his shaft.
“What do I do, Cal?”
“St. Columba’s bones, naught for a moment.
Let me catch ma breath, lass.” He swallowed several times, fighting the urge to spend just from having her touch him.
He focused on rubbing her pearl as his fingers dipped inside her.
He felt her barrier and was careful not to hurt her. “Stroke up and down.”
She was tentative at first, but when he groaned and ground his hips against hers, she grew bolder.
Their kisses conveyed the depth of their feelings, but they also kept them from making sounds that might drift back to the others.
When the telltale sensation built low in his bollocks, Callen nipped at her ear before nearly sinking his teeth into the spot where her shoulder and neck met.
Reacting to her husband’s excitement, her hand sped until she felt his rod pulse.
He didn’t want to finish before his wife, so he tweaked her nipple through her gown while pressing more firmly against her pearl.
Knowing he was bringing his wife to release as she panted was enough to tip him over into his own hazy pool of pleasure.
“My love.”
“Mo chridhe.”
They spoke together as they crested.