Callum lifted Siùsan up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her skirts fell back and bared her knees. His cock found its resting place at her entrance even though the material of her kirtle and his plaid served as a shield. He walked them back up the beach until he found a rock to lay her back on. His superior height meant that he was able to lean his entire torso over her and she pulled him down to her. She felt more air on her thighs than before. She opened her eyes to see Callum looking down at her. She could not believe the look in his eyes. She had never seen a man look at her with such desire and longing as Callum did now. His hand trailed whisper soft up the inside of her thigh until her reached the juncture of her legs.
“I willna take what isnae mine to have, but I can bring yer pleasure if ye will let me.” Callum breathed next to her ear. Siùsan could not do more than nod. The thought that they had known each other only for a day flashed through her mind before it floated away. Somehow this all seemed so right. I will marry him soon. At the vera least, we desire one another. Perhaps it can grow from there.
His fingers brushed against her warm, moist skin. Callum groaned as he felt her slick entrance and slowly pressed one finger in. She was so wet and welcoming that he had to take not one but two deep breaths to keep from tossing up his plaid and plunging into her. He could feel his cock leaking as he pressed a second finger into her. Her sheath seemed to swallow his fingers whole.
“Callum,” she breathed out on a sigh. The sound of his name on her lips almost made him spill his seed. He began to move his fingers inside her as the tip of his cock pressed into her through his plaid. She wriggled her hips down the rock to try to get closer. “Callum, please.” She sighed again.
“What is ye want, lass. Tell me.”
“I dinna ken. Just more. Something more.” She arched her back and pressed her breasts into his chest. He used more pressure as he slid his fingers in and out. He loved the feeling of his fingers being coated in her dew. He longed to taste her but did not want to frighten her by moving too quickly. He would save that for another day. His thumb brushed against her pleasure button and she practically bucked off the rock. She moaned loudly.
“What are ye doing to me?”
“Bringing ye pleasure, leannan.”
Her hands ran up and down his back and she leaned forward so she could grasp his backside. Her hands gathered his plaid and he suddenly felt a breeze across his buttocks, then small but strong hands began to knead him. He thrust his hips forward, rubbed her nub, and thrust a third finger into her. He was quickly losing control but was careful not to be so rough as to breach her maidenhood.
Suddenly, he felt one of her legs fall away and a hand was pulling up his plaid in the front. Before he could fully understand what she was about, Callum felt one of Siùsan’s hands circle his cock. She held him firmly but gently in her grip.
“I dinna ken what to do. Tell me. Tell me how to please ye as ye are me.” Her desperate plea made Callum leak more as he felt the tip of his cock rub against the inside of her thigh. It would be so easy to enter her and spend himself there. The temptation was so very real. She was his betrothed after all. They were all but married in the eyes of the law and his clan, but he just was not able to bring himself to do it. He wanted their first joining to be after they had said their vows and when she was entering into it with forethought not in the heat of the moment. He knew she would regret it otherwise. He pulled his hips back slightly.
“Stroke me. Move yer hand up and down as ye hold me.” She followed his directions and quickly found a rhythm that had his hips moving on their own. He still made sure that he was not near her entrance. One feel of her wetness against his tip and he would be lost.
He focused on rubbing her nub in small circles as his fingers rubbed against the inside wall of her sheath. He could feel her muscles tightening and her breathing sped up. She moaned and panted. Suddenly, her entire body went rigid as the most intense and pleasurable feeling she had ever had shot through her in waves. She was not sure what was happening. One hand clung to Callum’s shoulder and the other seemed to have a mind of its own as it sped up as she stroked him.
Callum could not hold on any longer. The feel of Siùsan shattering around his fingers and in his arms along with her tight hand fisting him was more than he could take. He pulled back in time to keep his seed from being too near her entrance. He spilled into his plaid and onto her thigh. She released him, and he pulled his fingers from her. He fell forward over her but was sure to brace his weight on his elbows. The consequence of their quick movements was that his cock fell to her entrance. He felt the wetness of her and she reacted in the same moment by lifting her hips to meet him. She moaned, and he jerked back as though he was on fire. He saw the surprise and hurt on her face as she thought he was rejecting her. She tried to pull her skirts down quickly. He reached out and stopped her. He gently rearranged her skirts and then scooped her up. He cradled her in his arms as he turned and slid down the rock. When he was seated, he nuzzled her neck.
“I moved away because I didna trust maself not to take ye even though I just spent maself. Ye are the greatest temptation I have ever faced.” He murmured against her neck as he tried to catch his breath. He ran his hands over her back as he breathed in her lilac scent. Siùsan was not sure how to respond.
One moment, she was feeling the most unexpected pleasure and the next she felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water onto her. The rapid switch between emotions and their depth frightened her. How can I feel so much for someone I just met? Someone I amnae even sure I like and can trust? The feeling of vulnerability was one that she was all too familiar with, and the feeling of staggering loss when her trust was broken was a feeling she knew all too well.
They sat together for a while, but as her body calmed, she began to feel chilled even though the breeze was fairly warm. She shivered once, and Callum unpinned his plaid and wrapped the extra material around her effectively making a cocoon against his chest and shoulder. Siùsan allowed herself to relax and settled in.
“Ye are fortunate to have grown up in such a beautiful and serene place.” She ventured to start up a conversation, but she really did not know what one said after such intimacies.
“True but the winds and storms that blow up from this coast can be fierce and dangerous. This place is both breathtaking and dangerous. Dinna ever come along the cliffs alone. The force of the wind can take ye by surprise and blow ye to the edge.” He kissed her temple. “I wouldnae forgive maself if ye came to harm here. I havenae ever brought anyone here but ma brothers and sister. This has always been our special family spot.”
“Why did ye let me come down here if this is a place reserved for yer kin?”
“Because ye will soon be ma kin, and I wanted to share it with ye and only ye.”
She looked into his whisky brown eyes and saw an emotion that she could not quite distinguish. It was not the desire and passion from just a short while ago. It was not laughter or humor or even the anger she had seen the night before in the bailey. Instead it was a seriousness she had not yet seen. She nodded and kissed his cheek.
They settled in and spent the rest of the morning talking. Their conversation varied in topics moving from Callum’s memories of his childhood growing up at Castle Dunbeath to history, which included Siùsan’s mother’s Viking heritage, faith and even current politics. Callum was surprised at Siùsan’s wealth of knowledge. He learned that she could both read and write which was unusual even for a laird’s daughter. She had taught herself French to teach her younger brothers and admitted that her accent was probably atrocious since she had never actually heard anyone speak the language. He learned that she loved music and enjoyed singing but confessed that she could not carry a tune. In turn, Siùsan learned that Callum had been to court a number of times both with his father and as his father’s representative. She learned about his younger sister, Mairghread, and her recent marriage to the Mackay and birth of her son, wee Liam.
They fell quiet as they both reflected on the idea of bairns and family. Siùsan was not sure how she felt since it was obvious that once they wed, they would try to make their own bairns. They had very nearly begun practicing just a short while ago. However, the idea of her life being permanently linked to Callum’s because of parenthood still seemed very strange. Furthermore, the realization that people would expect them to have a bairn soon was also disconcerting. Despite their conversation this morning, which had helped her gain many insights into her future husband, she still felt like she barely knew him. The idea of sharing a bed and making babies seemed surreal even if pleasurable. Callum’s mind swung in the opposite direction. He had never before had any desire to have a bairn. He had felt entirely the opposite and had always been very careful never to sire any children. However, now that he knew Siùsan and he held her in his arms, he could not think of any other woman he had ever met that he would prefer to marry or make a child with. He knew that he still had much to learn about her, but his intuition told him that his father had chosen exceptionally well for him. He wondered just how much his father knew about Siùsan and how much that had influenced his decision to arrange the marriage.
The sun soon moved overhead, and a flock of seagulls came to fish near where they were seated. The squawks of the birds soon drove the couple from their spot beside the rock. Callum repinned his plaid as Siùsan donned her stockings and boots. They climbed the slope back to the top of the cliffs and found their horses where they had left them, grazing on the tall, windswept grass.
“Ye didna eat much for yer morning meal. Ye must be starving by now.” Callum grasped Siùsan about the waist and hoisted her onto Trofast’s back. Siùsan was accustomed to mounting by herself, so she squeaked at the unexpected motion. Callum gave her a crooked grin. “Any excuse is a good one, ma bonnie temptation.” He quickly mounted his own horse, and they rode back towards the keep.
As they approached the loch, Siùsan looked out over the water. Away from the wind of the sea and under the bright noon sun, it was quite warm. She had begun to sweat in the short time they had been riding. She looked over at Callum and when she caught his attention, she grinned and winked. She whirled Trofast in the direction of the loch and issued a silent challenge for Callum to catch her. She leaned low over Trofast’s withers and used the extra length of her reins to spur him on.
She reached the shores of the loch only slightly ahead of Callum. He bounded down from his horse and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her soundly, devouring her mouth as his hands ran over her body. His large hand came to rest on her full breast and he gently squeezed it. He kissed her cheek, along her jaw, and down her neck to where it met her shoulder. She gripped his shoulders and simply held on as he bent her backwards to kiss the exposed skin of her chest. Finally, he raised his head to look into her sparkling emerald eyes.
“Must ye always ride yer horse like the hounds of hell are on yer heels? Ye give me such a fright each time. Ye dinna ken the lay of the land here yet. If yer horse misses his footing, ye would go sailing over his head and possibly break yer back or crack open yer head.” He was not speaking loudly but there was a force behind it that made Siùsan feel immediately regretful.
“Ye’re right. I am sorry. I didna mean to frighten ye. I should be more responsible especially with Trofast’s safety. I have had him since the day he was born. I couldnae live with maself if I was the cause of his injury. I wanted to continue having fun with ye, but I was irresponsible and childish. I really am sorry, Callum.” She could not bring herself to meet his gaze. It was that type of playfulness that her father had considered foolishness. Now clearly Callum did too. She felt slightly ill at the idea that she had disappointed him so soon after she had arrived and after spending such a wonderful morning with him.
He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted it, but she still would not look at him. He could see the contrition clearly on her face but there was something more. She was internalizing something. Now it was his turn to feel guilty. He had wanted her to take him seriously, but he did not want her to feel badly about herself.
“Little one, I ken ye didna mean any harm. I like this playful side of ye. I simply want ye to be safe. All is forgiven. Will ye let me show ye the loch?” He leaned forward and gave her a soft peck on the lips. When she looked up and saw that he was not truly angry, she gave a small nod of her head. It was enough for Callum, and he wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her towards the loch. He looked back over his shoulder at the horses that he had not secured. They did not seem interested in going very far. If anything, he thought they might wander down for a drink.
“Ye said that ye enjoy swimming. Would ye care to go for a dip now?” He winked at her remembering her earlier objection. He was completely caught off guard by her answer.
“Turn away until I tell ye I am completely in the water.” With that she grasped his shoulders and attempted to turn him around. It was like trying to move Ben Nevis. She laughed and simply moved around the far side of a thick bush. She knew he could not see her through it. She quickly shucked off her kirtle, stockings, and boots. She kept her chemise on even though she knew it would do little to hide her once she was wet. It just seemed like the least she could do to try to maintain some modesty.
“Is it deep over here by the rocks? Can I jump in or should I wade?” She called to Callum. She heard a rustling near the bush and realized he was most likely undressing too.
“It is deep enough to jump in there but be careful not to go too deep. There are some rocks that stick out about six feet down. Jump out rather than down.” Callum felt a strange sense of protectiveness wash over him at the thought of her jumping in. She said she was a strong swimmer and it was a placid loch, but he suddenly worried that he was not there to catch her. He pried the bushes aside just in time to see her hike up her chemise as she scrambled up the rocks. She had the grace of a mountain lion as she moved higher and closer to the edge. She climbed far higher than he expected and was about to call out to here when she took three running steps and dove over the edge. She did one summersault and yelled, “wee,” just before she hit the water. She emerged just moments later but much further out than he would have expected.
Callum had already stripped down and was naked. He jogged over to the shoreline and began to wade in. At the sound of his approach, Siùsan turned in his direction. She caught sight of him in his full glory. She could not turn her eyes away. The sun shone on his chestnut hair and made it look like it was aflame. The muscles in his chest rippled as he swung his arms. His abdomen contracted as he entered the chilly water up to his knees. His powerful thigh muscles allowed him to use a wide stride to enter the water faster. But what fully captured her attention was what hung between his legs. She had never seen a man’s private parts before even though she had stroked him to completion only that morning. She had not thought to look down during their interlude. Now she could not believe what she saw. It seemed so large even from a distance and at rest. She thought back to how it had felt in her hand. It had been almost too wide for her to close her fingers around. Now it seemed inordinately long as she thought back on their love making.
Lovemaking? Where did that notion come from? It wasnae love. It was lust. I am sure he isnae going to think of it in such a flighty manner. Ye best not start fooling yerself into thinking he cares more for ye than he does. Ye will only disappoint yerself. Those thoughts brought Siùsan’s mind crashing back to reality. She yelped and ducked under the water. She knew he had seen her examining him. She swam quickly away as she needed more distance between them.
“Siùsan! Siùsan!” Callum had waited for what felt like an eternity, but he knew had to have been barely a minute since she ducked un
der the surface, before he began calling out to her. He could not see any ripples or bubbles on the surface. He had no idea if she had sunk straight to the bottom or swum away. He quickly swam, kicking as hard as he could, to the spot he had last seen her. He prayed that his pride in showing off as he entered the water was not going to harm her. Just as he was about to dive down to search for her, he heard her spring from the water. She was nearly across the loch from him. He could not believe how far she had swum in such a short time. “Dinna move. Just dinna move!”
Callum swum his fastest towards her. She treaded water until he came closer. She felt like she was a tiny fish that was about to be swallowed by a much larger one. She began to push herself backwards. As he got even closer, she flipped onto her stomach and began to swim in earnest. She had only taken a few strokes before she felt his hand grasp her ankle. Not only was her forward momentum ended, she was yanked back into his embrace.
“I told ye nae to move.” His hands moved to her thighs and wrapped them around his hips. He could just barely touch the bottom as they were nearer the far shore. He took a few more steps until he could stand easily on the sandy bottom. He grasped her bottom and squeezed, hard. She yelped more in surprise than in pain. She could feel his cock once again grazing the seam of her sheath. It was only the bunched up material of her chemise that kept him from having skin to skin contact. She could feel that she was instantly aroused. If she were honest with herself, she had to admit that watching him enter the water had aroused her. Now she ached for the feeling of him touching her like he had only hours earlier.
“Ye’re a cheeky one. I think ye are the one who is part selkie. I canna believe how fast and far ye can swim. Ye will seriously be the death of me today. That is three times ye’ve made ma heart race. I told ye nae to move.” Once again, his fear for her safety transformed into a hunger to hold her and taste her. His mouth crashed down onto hers but this time she was ready and parted her lips. Her tongue darted out and entered his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her legs to hoist herself higher, so she could more easily reach his mouth. She gave as good as she got. She rocked her hips against him and moaned loudly. The sound of her arousal made his cock throb for release. Release inside of her. He longed for it. He craved it. He walked them out of the water and onto the sandy shore. He lowered them to the ground and rested his weight against her. He thrust his hips forwards as she pressed her mound into him. Callum tried to catch his breath and slow down. This young woman made him want to throw caution to the wind. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other woman, but he also wanted to protect her more than he had any woman but his sister. He forced himself to take several slow, deep breaths. As his heart rate slowed down, his common sense began to return. He could not take her before the wedding, and he certainly would not have her first time be on a sandy beach. He could, however, introduce her to yet another pleasure of the flesh. I suppose I amnae going to wait for another afterall.
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