Page 34 of Taken By the Highland Villain
He slid his finger deeper into her sex, stroking along the inner folds until he found a small nub of flesh. He pressed his finger against it, caressing lightly, and Valerie cried out and arched against him.
Jude smirked and stroked the small, sensitive nub again and again, until she was quivering and squirming against him.
“Jude…”
“Do ye want me to stop?”
He thought he might burn from the inside out if he stopped, but he was willing to do so if she commanded.
“Nay…”
He stroked her again, then swore as her hand wrapped loosely around his straining member, stroking him as he stroked her.
With a grunt, Jude slid a second finger through her folds, using one to continue stroking her nub while the other slowly pressed deeper into her core. Valerie’s hand tightened around him, and he nearly choked at the feeling. He felt as if he’d been encased in a sheath of silken fire.
Valerie moved her hand, and he groaned. “A little tighter….”
She followed his instruction, and he groaned again, his hips rocking up into hers.
Valerie had no experience, but everything in her demanded she do something, offer a response to the sensations Jude was stirring within her.
And there wereso manysensations, all overwhelming her in different, equally pleasurable ways.
The feel of cool air, and the tickle of every breath Jude released, dancing across her bare breasts and sending tingling sensations all over her skin and sparks down her belly into her core.
The press of Jude’s strong, muscular thighs against her buttocks, and the delicious thrill of knowing that both of them were technically covered, but underneath her skirt and his kilt, their bodies touched, no barriers between them.
The heat of his straining manhood, close to her belly but not quite touching, and the way Jude’s hips jerked and pressed against her every time the fabric brushed against his erect shaft.
The softness of his skin, and the heat of his member when she closed her hand around it, feeling the warmth and the shape of him, from his engorged, flushed tip, glistening with the pearlsof his arousal, to the near rigid base, nestled in a thatch of dark wild hair, and the velvety feel of his bollocks when she caressed them with her fingers.
She heard the sounds he made, groans and grunts, saw the heat dancing in his storm-colored eyes with every movement of her hand, felt his desperation mirroring her need with every flex of his hips between them.
She wanted him inside her, and yet she was beyond words, unable to even consider wanting more when every movement of his hand, stroking and exploring the inner folds of her sex, sent waves of heat and pleasure through her.
Jude used his fingers to spread the lips of her sex, opening her to his touch, and the feel of air and the heat of him made her whole body burn with need. The stroke of his fingers across her inner folds, exploring, touching, applying the lightest of pressure, made her want to clamp her thighs around him and pull him deeper.
More… please… more…
She could scarcely think, scarcely focus on her efforts to pleasure him as well, when his hands touched her like this. Her whole body felt alive, awake and tingling in ways she’d never experienced before.
One finger slid into her feminine channel, pushing deep inside her, stretching her. It burned just a little, muscles stretching as her body opened to accommodate him. The heat of his fingerand the burn of being stretched and filled went straight to her belly, her muscles tightening until it felt like she swallowed sparks and fireflies.
More… please…
Slowly, his finger slid deeper. Then, it stopped, withdrew, and pressed deeper again, while another finger stroked her outer folds until it found a specific spot and then stroked across it with firm but gentle pressure.
Pleasure and heat exploded through her, her entire body igniting with the wave of pleasure that washed through her.
Valerie bit back a cry, her hips rocking helplessly against Jude, a wordless plea for more of everything.
Her hands continued to move, and she lost herself in the sensations as he continued to pleasure her.
The two of them rocked against each other, Jude plunging his finger into her hot, tight channel and setting up a slow rhythm in time to her strokes.
It was clear she was inexperienced, but she learned quickly, and it was all Jude could do not to lose himself in the heat and pleasure as it built inside him.
The slow wave of fire that spread across his member with each movement of Valerie’s hand, the feel of the fabric against the sensitive skin of his manhood, his groin, his belly, the press of Valerie’s soft, pillowy breasts against his chest as they rocked together… all of it combined into a slow-building inferno in his groin. Jude felt as if he’d plunged into a forge fire, as though he was a blade heating in the furnace.