Lifting her chin, Dwyn tugged her open gown off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms until she could draw her handsfree of the material. Then she sat, uncertain what to do next. She could not stand and remove the gown altogether with hercut feet. Dwyn wasn’t even sure she wished to go that far, so she simply met his gaze and waited, naked from the waist upand her hair loose about her shoulders and around her breasts.
Geordie stared at her for the longest time, as if he too wanted to hold these memories for later, and then he reached outand brushed his knuckles gently over one nipple. Dwyn gasped and stiffened, her back arching slightly, unconsciously offeringher 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 eyesdid close then, and she moaned as he lathed and suckled at the hard bud, his mouth seeming to pull on an invisible threadthat ran straight down to the spot between her thighs. When he switched to her other breast, she found there was another invisiblestring 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 realizewhere 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 toher knee. Geordie accepted the invitation, taking as much as he could of her breast into his mouth and suckling almost painfullybefore suddenly releasing it to raise his head and peer at her as his hand slid around to the inside of her knee and continuedup 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 wereinside there pouring molten gold down to a spot between her thighs, but she was experiencing so many different sensationsjust then, Dwyn wasn’t sure what was going on. And then his hand pressed against the spot between her legs, and she gaspedand jerked slightly under his hand at the sharp achy need his touch sent through her. She jerked again and cried out thistime 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. Hisfingers were moving and sliding, rubbing and gliding, circling the tightening nub that was aching for his touch, but nevergiving it the direct contact her body seemed to be crying out for. Dwyn withstood it as long as she could, but then dug hernails 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 kissedher then, his other hand releasing her breast to clasp the back of her head and move it as he willed. As his tongue thrustinto 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 rubbingthem frantically against him as her body began to shake violently. Much to her dismay, Geordie withdrew his hand, his kisssuddenly 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 herskirts.
“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, “Ilove 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 morekisses 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 aroundher waist and he left her breasts to shift between her thighs. Staring up at the tree overhead and panting, she let her legsfall 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 sensitiveskin, and then she dropped back with a gasping grunt as he settled in to what he was doing. This was beyond anything Dwynhad ever experienced or even imagined, and she was quickly a trembling mass of sensation, her body jerking and hips thrustingunder his mouth. She wanted to press
