Page 11 of Highlander’s Fruit of Eden

Amelia let her head move back slightly, looking up through the trees at the blue sky above, the sun off somewhere to the side.

There was not a cloud in the sky, but there were a couple of sparrows flapping above the trees.

They were not making a sound, but the crickets in the grass were, a lively chirrup that sounded like a song.

“Is that all that you brought me here to do?” asked Amelia.

“Far from it,” said Jon. “Now that we are out of range of the castle, ye are all mine.”

“I am yours to take,” said Amelia.

Jon took Amelia by the hand and led her away from the horses toward the center of the clearing.

When they got there, he moved his hands to her waist again and slowly lowered her skirt.

The chemise underneath, he lifted, and he placed one hand between her thighs, almost sending her crazy right there and then.

Amelia placed her lips on his this time, stifling the moan that was threatening to escape.

She grabbed onto his head with both hands, holding on for dear life as he worked his fingers in her wetness, each touch seeing her wild.

A slight breeze picked up and cooled her for a moment, but only for a moment.

“Do not stop,” Amelia pleaded when Jon removed her hand.

“I have nay intention on stoppin’ until ye have been pleasured,” he replied.

His hand was removed, but it was only so that he could lower her onto the soft grass below.

He cradled her head to make sure that it did not thump onto the earth below.

When he had her positioned, he lifted up the chemise and folded it over her waist so that she was unclothed from the waist down.

She could see the sparrows still circling above, and she traced their flight with her eyes, hoping to delay the satisfaction for as long as she could, for she knew that it was coming quickly when he started.

She took deep breaths, anticipating his touch.

Hands ran up her thighs, teasing her, moving around, but not going there just yet.

A wisp of cloud was passing overhead, and she focused on that.

His fingers did not tease her where she wanted to be touched.

Instead, it was his tongue that she felt next.

As soon as the tip touched her, she almost exploded, but she held it together, letting out a moan and then taking multiple deep breaths.

The touch to her core was followed by some kisses to her inner thighs and midriff.

Amelia moved her hands down to the top of his head, her fingers running through his thick hair.

She moved her hands with his head but, slowly, she started to guide him back to her center, aching for his tongue to touch and tease her again.

Jon complied silently, and she felt a kiss between her legs before his tongue probed at her, causing her back to arch.

When it touched the ground again, there was a trembling running though her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.” She repeated the words over and over, slowly getting louder and louder.

Amelia gripped Jon’s head, pushing him into her slightly, the strength of his probing intensifying.

She was ready to explode and give everything to this man.

She had come here hoping for a kiss, but this had exceeded her wildest dreams. She had not known him for long, but she could not imagine letting anyone else do what he was doing right now.

A bird called from up above, and Amelia tried to find it. She was ready to erupt, but she needed to hold onto this feeling for longer. She wanted to draw it out forever, feel this sensation for the rest of her life, but she knew that was impossible.

“Slower,” she said, hoping to delay the climax.

Jon’s tongue probed more slowly, licking up and down before darting in and out. The tongue was joined but his fingers, one hand working on her inner thighs and groin, and the other caressing her stomach, running across her smooth skin.

Amelia gripped Jon’s hair, taking more deep breaths to stop from screaming.

Her back arched again, and she thought that she was going to snap in half.

It started at a distinct point right under Jon’s tongue, but it soon spread into her thighs and stomach.

Her legs began to vibrate first before her whole body joined in, tremors running through her muscles as she gave herself to him, unable to control herself.

No man had ever made her feel this way before. No man had ever done what Jon was doing to her. She had not wanted it from any other man before, but she craved it from him.

Her head went back, and a low moan escaped her lips like a wild animal howling up at the moon.

Jon grabbed onto her waist with both hands as he continued to bring her to climax.

The pulses continued, on and on for so long that Amelia worried her body would never stop.

Then, with one final shudder, her body dropped back to the ground, and she felt herself melt.

Jon placed his head on her stomach and lay there, his warmth enveloping her.

Amelia knew that her life was now here. She had to be with Jon, and there was no one who was going to stop that from happening.