Page 61 of Taste of a Highland Lass
Davinia moved delicately slowly. Gawain was sure to believe she was continuing her seductive teasing. Lust filled eyes watched his wife as she undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Gawain held his breath in licking his lips, hungry for her body as he discarded his shirt and got back on his feet to draw her close.
He pressed his lips under her jaw, licking a wet stripe on her skin as he unfastened the buttons on the back of her dress before he was met with her corset, much to his disapproval. "What sort of contraption did they put ye in?" He whispered against her ear, eliciting a giggle from her while he fumbled with the strings of her corset. Finally getting the offending item undone, he watched her push the dress off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor to reveal her inner garment, a thin-strapped material that was almost see-through.
Drawing her close with one hand while the other cupped her breast as he bowed to kiss the mound through the thin fabric, but that was not enough for Gawain. He pulled the garment aside, letting it fall to the ground along with her dress, widening the opening to her bosom before burying his face in her soft skin, her floral scent invading his mind pushing him into a haze. "I love you, Davinia. So much." He mumbled against her chest, rubbing his jaw into her body, littering the soft skin with more kisses. Davinia's face flushed, reddening her cheeks, bringing a wistful sigh to her lips.
"Take me then, Gawain. Take me and make me yours as you did the first time. Never let me forget." Gawain's heart pounded in his chest at her demand. Without any warning, he swept her off her feet, causing Davinia to let out a surprised cry as her arms wrapped around Gawain's neck for support before he laid her down on the bed behind him.
Gawain loosened the strings of his breeches, pulling them down, not missing the delicious blush that spread out on Davinia's cheeks. Gawain slid into the bed, hovering above her, admiring the beautiful features of his wife below him. "I do nae think I can ever find the word to describe ye, m'eudail."
The light in the room cast a golden glow around Gawain's back. Davinia’s gaze followed his glowing outline, mesmerized by this visual illumination reaching up to Gawain's face, fingertips softly caressing his skin, pulling along his lips line. "Why nae show me then?" Gawain rewarded her with the widest smile he could form onto his lips. She right away smiled with him, lifted up her head to reach Gawain for a kiss.
A lust-driven kiss and Gawain's body responded in need, demanding to satisfy this hunger. Abandon her lips just to begin his kissing route descending to adore the soft mounds again, his tongue circle around the tiny peak, nipping her with his teeth pulled on the tip until she let out a faint hiss in her tender pain. Gawain knew he went too far, but now he has another reason to care for the sensitive tip, softly licking nursing her body as a pleasurable apology for his roughness. Feeling her body in response arch into the kisses as he cupped her bosom in his hands.
His lips left her chest to travel down her body with sweet kisses, her body responding along with the sound of her moans. His hands slid their way down to the curve of her hip, squeezing at the smooth skin before finding his way between her legs, only moving when she rocked her hips up.
He carefully pushed in his finger, and a hand landed on his shoulder while the other fisted the fur blankets on the bed, his finger moving in a steady pace, giving her pleasure a boost with his tongue flicking between her legs.
She helplessly panted, unconsciously pulling at Gawain’s hair as Gawain's fingers did wonders to her, engulfing her body in ecstasy as the pleasure claimed her body. Her lips parted in a cry.
Gawain pulled himself upwards, licking his lips as he ground his hips against hers, and she nudged her hips in response. The silent wish was loud enough for Gawain. He complied, lifting her legs on his thighs as he adjusted himself between her thighs. He met her eyes, and she nodded before he aligned himself against her, slowly pushing his hips against hers, taking a soft moan from her. He leaned forward, closer to her as he bottomed out inside of her, biting down on his lip at the warmth that enveloped him.
Davinia cupped his face, bringing his forehead to rest over hers as he began slowly, gradually increasing the pace of his thrust by the minute. Davinia bit down on her lip when Gawain ground his hips against hers, her toes curling up behind him. Gawain licked his lips at the sight of Davinia's face beneath him, pushing his lips against hers to claim her next moan. Their pleasure coated moans escape through the kiss, sounds made only for each other.
"I'm close, Davinia." Gawain panted heavily. Davinia, at the perfect timing, wrapped her legs around Gawain’s hips lock herself together with her husband.
"Aye, Gawain, as am I. Take me with you." Her fragile pleading tipped him over the ledge his mind consumed as his insides exploded, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body, pushing one last time forth to seal their union. Davinia’s body froze up in a split second, crying out for Gawain as she trailed him into the white blinding depth.
Neither of them moved, drunk in their bliss, savoring the moment as they stayed forged as one, gently floating in the afterglow in each other's arms. Long minutes passed when finally, they recovered from their joy, Gawain's heartbeat back to the normal rhythm, and his breathing settled. Gawain moved slowly and carefully, enjoying the last fraction of the moment as he pulled out of her and let his exhausted body lay flush next to his naked wife. He let his arm drape over her stomach, his fingers tracing shapes on her skin.
"This is too good to be true. Will we be like this forever?" Davinia inched closer to her husband, enjoying the warmth his body brought her
"Forever and a day, Davinia." Gawain pressed a kiss to her forehead only to jolt when her leg brushed over his thighs. "What are ye doing?"
"Am I doing something?" She grinned as she pressed her leg against him, pulling his from his lips. "Are ye alright, dear?"
"Do nae tease me." She pressed harder, a mischievous glint that Gawain so loved in her eyes.
"I’m nae doing anyt—" She gasped when she was roughly flipped over, her back to his chest with Gawain grinding against her lower back.
"I warned ye nae to tempt me." Her only response was a giggle as she returned the delicious friction.
They made love again, again and again, only stopping when the fatigue forced them to, and by then, the sun had already started to peek at them from behind the hills. They welcomed the new day as husband and wife.
