Page 23 of Highland Sky

“Fine, then let’s do it. How shall we proceed?”

“Well, they’ll want to hear our moans of passion, and also our cry of elation as we find our release.”

“I’ve never made love before, Nash. I dinna think I can fake passion or release.”

“Then let me help ye.” He reached out for her and her body stiffened.

He stopped.

“Dinna be afraid. I told ye I willna touch ye . . . no’ in that manner. I promise to keep my word. Now give me yer hands.”

“Whatever for?”

“Just do it.”

“Here,” she said, giving him her hands. He took them in his. Then, being ever so careful not to touch her naked body, he put one of her hands on her breast, and directed her other hand between her thighs.

“What are ye doin’?” she asked.

“Shhh,” he said again, warning her to stay quiet for now. “If ye have never felt passion in lovemakin’ before, then ye willna be convincin’. Therefore, ye are goin’ to have to get excited. For real.”

“I hardly think that’s goin’ to – oh!” she said through a ragged breath as he directed her fingers to caress one nipple, bringing it to a peak. “What’s happenin’?” She watched with wide eyes as her nipples got taut, and she felt suddenly warmer.

“It’s workin’,” he said with pride. “Now use yer other hand to fondle yerself between yer thighs.”

“Nay. I dinna think I can do that. It is wrong.”

“How old are ye, lass, that ye have never done this to yerself before?”

“I am nine and ten years of age, and I never had the desire.”

“Then I think it is long past due. Just relax, and I will guide yer hand.”

She let out a deep sigh. “If ye say so.”

With his hand, he didn’t touch her, but used her own hand to stroke herself gently, urging her to open her legs wider.

“Do ye feel anythin’ yet?” he asked.

“I’m no’ sure.”

“I think ye need to use yer finger. Inside ye.”

“Inside?” she gasped.

“Ye heard me. It willna hurt. And play with yer womanly folds. Use yer finger inside, and yer thumb on top on the nub. And keep stroking yer breast as well. Close yer eyes. It will help.”

With his guidance, she did as he instructed. It surprisingly didn’t take long for her to relax. Then she felt a tingling vibration, and her inner core seemed to be brought to life.

“That’s right,” he whispered, his hot breath in her ear only making her feel more excited. “Rock yer pelvis back and forth as ye move yer finger in and out now.”

Her eyes popped open. “This feels so wrong.”

“It’s no’, I assure ye. Just remember . . . it is for the guid of the clan.”

“Aye,” she said, closing her eyes once again.

“Just breathe deeply, and when ye feel ye need to moan or cry out, just do it.”