Page 68 of Hold Fast

She nodded and began to ride him, lifting and lowering her body over the anchor of his cock. It felt good. So very, very good. Ewan rubbed his calloused palms up her thighs. She wiggled, desperate for…something.

She rode him harder, until her thighs trembled and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, chasing after that elusive peak but never quite finding the right rhythm to reach it.

“Ewan,” she whined. “I need more.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I dinnae ken!”

He brought his thumb to her pearl and began to circle. She felt her body fluttering around his, the sensations almost too much. And yet it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what she needed.

“I want you to do it,” she begged. “Please, Ewan. Please. I cannae… I cannae…” she couldn’t draw in enough breath to speak. Or perhaps it was that her brain was so alive withfeelingthat words were fully beyond her grasp.

“You are certain, Una?”

“Please!”

Ewan pulled her off of him quickly and flipped them, entering her again in one long, smooth stroke. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels dug into his muscular backside, and she moaned at that full feeling, so similar and yet so different like this.

“Are you well, Una?”

“Aye,” she breathed, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her from being swept away.

He ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck and dragging his nose up her throat. Ewan began to thrust, his mouth fused to hers in a searing kiss. He moved slowly, but he wasn’t gentle, bottoming out every time with a powerful, forward lunge of his hips that made her gasp as he pressed deep. She felt her body tighten around him.

“Christ, Una, just like that. You’re perfect,” he said into her ear as she dug her short nails into his back.

He picked up his pace, thrusting faster, in and out of her body. She felt feverish. She felt overwhelmed. And yet she never wanted to stop.

“Ewan,” she mewled, her hands scrabbling across his shoulders.

“Aye?”

“I need—I need—I still need—” She couldn’t speak. It was as if she’d forgotten every word she’d ever none, or at the very least, the ability to express them.

But Ewan must have known because, in an instant, she found herself moving again. He had brought his hands under her back and pulled her upright. He knelt, sitting back on his heels so that she sat on his thighs, still firmly anchored on his cock. He shifted his pelvis back and forth, thrusting with small movements as he pressed one hand to the middle of her back.

With his other hand, he grabbed one breast tightly and lowered his mouth to the other. Una gasped as his mouth closed around her nipple and sucked hard. She found herself meeting his thrusts, lifting her hips and driving them down hard against him. His answering groans around her nipple spurred her on. She had never felt anything so good in all her life.

Or so she’d thought until he released her breast and trailed his hand lower, his thumb tracing lazy circles once again against her pearl. She cried out, but he tore his mouth away from her breast and kissed her roughly, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She thought she would die from pleasure.

“I am yours, Una,” he said, his lips against hers. “Tell me I am yours.”

She couldn’t answer, clinging to him like a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea, her head barely above the waters of pleasure. He pressed harder, thrust deeper, as he nipped at the skin of her neck, soothing the bites with his tongue.

“Say it, Una. I need to hear you say it. I’mbeggingyou to say it,” he said roughly, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

At that moment, the dam burst and her release rushed over her with twice as much force as the first had. She dropped her head back, her hair cascading behind her.

“Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine,”she sobbed over and over as the tremors rocked her body. The word seemed to light a fire in Ewan who shifted forward, dropping Una onto her back again as he braced himself on his forearms on either side of her head and thrust hard and fast.

Una wrapped her legs around him and gripped his back tightly with her arms, clinging to him as he bucked and panted. His face was still buried in the space where her neck and shoulder met, and she felt his sweat dripping onto her skin, his breath coming in hot rushes.

“Please, Ewan, please,”she said, clutching him tightly to her.

He groaned and shuddered, thrusting once, twice, three times before burying himself deep within her. Una felt the hot rush of his seed filling her, the warmth seeping into her as she dug her fingers into the contours of his muscled back. The room was quiet except for their panting, both of them gasping as if they’d just run to the loch and back.

Una still felt dazed when Ewan gently slid out and away from her body. He gathered her close, his arms wrapped around her, and placed a long, tender kiss against her hair, squeezing her tightly in his arms.