Saidh cried out at the rush of excitement shooting through her and curled around his head, her legs squeezing together as the heat hit her there. She felt his hand on her leg and then clasping her bottom, squeezing, but didn’t care. And then he tore his mouth from her breast and kissed her again as his hand slid around to cup her between the legs and Saidh cried out into his mouth. Her legs clenched around his fingers, squeezing even as her hips shifted in response, and then that strange want, need, frustration welled up inside her like a cyclone and she was moved to violence again.
Catching Greer by surprise, she thrust him onto his back and quickly scrambled to straddle him and then simply stared down at him, bewildered as to what to do next. Saidh knew she definitely didn’t want to punch him and suspected she never had, but she had no clue what she should do instead. So simply sat there on him, her hair a tangled mess around her shoulders and her breasts bared by her open gown.
Greer watched her expression warily for a moment, and then offered her a crooked smile. “I surrender. Do with me what ye will.”
Saidh hesitated, knowing she should gather her dignity, cover herself up, get on her horse and return to the castle, but she didn’t want to. She wanted more of what he’d shown her so far. She’d never known it could be like this between a man and a woman. And she’d never been a shy young thing. With seven brothers she’d had to fight for every little thing she wanted, and she wanted Greer.
His hands were on her legs, simply resting there. Saidh caught them and raised them, placing them over her breasts. “Show me what to do.”
Greer’s eyes darkened, and his hands tightened briefly on her breasts, but then he took a deep breath and started to shake his head.
“Please,” Saidh said quickly. “You make me feel—I want . . .” She shook her head with frustration, and repeated, “Show me what to do.”
Greer hesitated, but then began to caress her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft globes and then pinching at the nipples.
Saidh moaned, and let her head fall back, simply enjoying the sensation. Completely unaware that she was shifting her hips against him as she did, rubbing her soft core against his hardness through their clothes. Greer continued to caress her for a moment more, then suddenly shifted them both again, forcing her onto her back. This time he came to rest on top of her, his legs urging hers open to cradle him as he settled between them.
Greer released her breasts to plant his hands on the ground on either side of her to take the worst of his weight as he then kissed her. His hips shifted against her as his tongue thrust into her, and his chest moved over hers, exciting her nipples to an almost painful degree even as his hardness rubbed repeatedly against the soft spot between her legs.
Saidh’s body was tightening in response to the lovely friction, straining toward some glorious end she could only imagine, and then it was suddenly as if a dam in her body was torn away and pleasure and release stormed through her like a wildfire in a dry wood. Saidh screamed her release, her body convulsing and legs clenching around Greer’s hips, as he continued to rub himself against her, and then he too stiffened and convulsed, a somewhat familiar roar sending the birds shrieking from the trees.
Greer rolled onto his back in the grass, pulling Saidh with him to lie across his chest. She nestled there like a contented cat, almost purring her pleasure as she tucked her head beneath his chin. It made him smile, and he rubbed one hand lazily down her back as he caught his breath and pondered the amazing thing that had just happened. He hadn’t enjoyed such a spectacular release in some time, if ever. Even more amazing to him was that he’d experienced it while they’d both had their clothes still on, him humping on her like a green lad without actually entering and merging their bodies.
What would it be like with her without their clothes?
That question was one Greer was almost desperate to know the answer to, and he’d have her braies off and her skirts up over her head right now in search of the answer if Saidh weren’t a lady.
Saidh murmured sleepily, and shifted slightly on him, revealing one bare breast. Greer couldn’t resist reaching down to run a finger lightly over the nipple. Saidh moaned, her back arching and the nipple growing and hardening under the touch, and his groin immediately tightened. The woman was so damned responsive.
She had caught him by surprise when she’d tripped him up and sent them both tumbling to the ground, but the action had smartened him up somewhat, reminding him of the situation and that she was a lady, not to be trifled with. He’d intended to get them both to their feet and behave himself, until she’d taken his hands in hers and placed them over her breasts, then begun to rock on him, her body sliding over his already burgeoning erection. He hadn’t had the strength to bring an end to it then. But he’d had enough sense not to take her innocence. She was a lady whether she liked to admit it or not, and not just by blood. She might curse like a warrior, which he actually enjoyed, and she might wear braies and a sword, but she was as innocent as a babe for all that. While she’d been eager and responsive, and as passionate as could be, he was quite sure she’d never even been kissed before today. Certainly, she hadn’t known what the hell she was doing, although she’d learned quick enough.
“Oh Greer,” Saidh moaned, snuggling closer and he realized that his hand had found its way from her back down to her bottom and was squeezing and kneading the flesh while forcing her front against his hip. Her response was most gratifying, and he couldn’t resist catching her nipple between thumb and finger and rolling it gently.