Page 42 of Luthias

“Am I crazy?” she whispered.

“My lady.” He kissed the tip of her nose, and then brushed his lips over hers. “’Tis brave to love, no’ crazy.”

With the sunlight pouring down on them he looked like he had been dipped in gold, she thought as she reached up and touched his mouth with her fingertips. Fate or chance or a mistake had brought her to his time, but she belonged right here, in his arms. Everything else in her head faded away.

“Tell me why now,” he prompted.

“Why? Hmmm. It’s not because you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Or that I’ve been thinking about being with you like this since you found me in the armory. I do know all the reasons we shouldn’t get involved.” She pressed her hand to his cheek. “I thought you died on me.”

“Mery.” He rubbed his face against her palm.

“Anyway, I’m not going to waste another minute thinking about what I should do. I want to do this.” Emery pulled his head down and kissed him the way she had always wanted to, with all the pent-up frustration and need pouring from her now.

Luthias’s big hands cradled her face, and he made a low, deep sound in his chest. His big hard body pressing on hers made it hard to breathe, but the weight of him felt so good she didn’t care. She felt hot and achy and wild, and when he rolled over onto his back she straddled his hips and rocked against the long, hard bulge in his trews.

Emery wasn’t a virgin, but what she knew about sex had been limited to a couple of boyfriends and a few less than exciting experiences, for which she was probably to blame. Luthias, on the other hand, had probably been with hundreds if not thousands of women over the last nine centuries.

“You should know that I’m not very good at this yet,” she admitted as she settled against him. “But I’m a fast learner, and I bet you’re an excellent teacher.”

“I’ve no experience with women from the twenty-first century,” he said, taking hold of the hem of her leine. “I’m in your hands, my lady.”

“Okay, I’ll be gentle,” she assured him as he pulled off the garment, and reached back for her bra fastener. “And probably clumsy because I like you so much and I’m nervous now. You already know that I talk a lot when I’m like this.”

“I like how much you talk,” Luthias sat up and put his arms around her. “Permit me.”

Once he bared her to the waist Emery felt a little embarrassed; compared to most of the other young women at Dun Lasair she was practically flat-chested.

“My last boyfriend thought I should get implants.” She caught her breath as he covered her with his hands. “That would make these bigger, and prettier.”

“Why? They fit my palms.” Luthias’s voice had dropped to a deep rumble. “I reckoned they should when I dreamed of touching you. They’re as pretty as every other part of you, my sweet lass.” He rubbed his thumbs over her tight nipples. “Do they ache?”

“Ache, and throb, and make me crazy. Just like you do.” She put her hands on his shoulders before she arched her back. “Can you do something about that?”

His lips brushed over her peaks, gentle and soothing, and then he licked her, his tongue rasping like wet velvet over the tightening beads. She curled her hands over his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life as he sucked on her breasts. Every part of her wanted to burst like fireworks, it felt so good to have his mouth on her.

Luthias pulled back only long enough to look at her once more before he pressed her breasts against the hard muscles paving his chest. For a moment the sensations that billowed up inside Emery made her shake so much she clutched him. His hands stroked up and down her back, soothing and calming her, as he murmured against her hair.

“We may yet wait, Mery,” he said. “If ’tis too much for you now.”

“Oh, no. I’ve waited long enough.” She climbed off him and got to her feet so she could strip off her pants, and stood naked as she held out her still-trembling hand to him. “Now come here, and give me my reward for sort of saving you.”

As the laird stood she reached for the laces at the back of his trews, and as he wrapped his arms around her she managed to loosen them. Pulling them down was the most audacious thing she’d ever done with a man, yet as she bent to remove them she pressed her lips to his swollen erection, feeling awed and pleased and a little scared of herself now.

“There’s so much I want to do.” Emery rubbed her cheek against him, enjoying the satin-iron feel of his shaft on her skin. When she looked up at him she saw something in his eyes that would have frightened her if they weren’t naked. “I can wait a little, though.”

Luthias picked her up as if she were no more than an armful of flowers, and carried her from the bank into the meadow. There he knelt in a fragrant patch of grass and soft violet primroses, lowering her onto her back before he braced himself over her. As Emery cradled him with her thighs he cupped her with his hand, his fingers parting and stroking her folds.

“Come inside me,” she urged, and as he shifted and pressed his heavy cockhead against her sex she lifted her hips, wanting him so much she shook with it.

He looked into her eyes as he pushed his cock into her slick softness. Emery could feel his muscles knotting as he held himself back, and moved her hands over his back as he filled her. For a moment she wondered if she could take all of him, her body stretching almost painfully to accommodate his thick girth. The overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled set off shockwaves as she felt him bury himself inside her.

Neither of them moved in the next moment; Emery didn’t even want to breathe. Still the scent of him washed over her, as intoxicating as the heavy weight of him inside her body.

“Okay.” She gripped him tightly from within, never wanting this moment to end. “I think I can die happy now. Except not by drowning.”

“You faced your worst fears. Your courage humbles me.” Luthias bent his head to hers, kissing her lips almost reverently and then both of her cheeks. Only feeling the wetness between her skin and his mouth made Emery realize she was crying. “You shall make me weep.”

“You have other things to do, my lord.” Daringly she glided her hands down to stroke his tight buttocks. “Reward time.”