Scottish Beauty

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Scottish Beauty

Chapter Twenty - Nine

 

"Ye will stay abed until this eve Emma," Andrew told her with a scowl on his face.

"I willna Andrew," Emma replied, hand on her hips, her hair in disarray from lying in bed for almost two days.   "Ye canna keep me here for another day Andrew, I will go mad!"

"Aye....I can...and I will," Andrew demanded.   "Ye need your rest Emma.   This eve tis the celebration, ye can come down for supper."

In Andrew's eyes, she never looked more glorious then she did right now.   Her chest was heaving, she was angry with him, her eyes were burning with the fire in her that he loved.   The nightshift that she wore hung low around her bosom and Andrew was awarded with the tempting swells of his wife's breasts.  Her beautiful breasts that from almost two days of non-stop eating have already increased in size.  

Gone was her pale face, replaced with tinted pink cheeks and a healthy glow.   The dullness in her eyes has now been replaced with a violet colour so vibrant that purple heather paled in comparison.  She stood now in front of the hearth, the glow of the fire silhouetting her curves through the fine linen fabric of her nightshift.    Andrew's groin started to tighten.   It's been four days that he hasn't made love to his wife and watching her now, barely dressed, passion burning in her eyes, she was going to drive him crazy.

She was going on and on, but Andrew couldn't hear a word she said for one of her sleeves kept slipping off of her shoulder and twice now he was tempted with the view of her pink nipple.   If he didn't leave soon, he was going to make love to his wife and she needed her rest.  A large celebration the Campbell's have planned, for Emma's homecoming and a wedding celebration in honour of Andrew and Emma.   All the neighbouring clans have been invited.  

He was hoping that Emma wouldn't notice the slight rise in his kilt so he went to stand behind one of the high back chairs in the room.   Too late, for when he moved, Emma noticed.   A sly grin on her face now, the little minx licked her lips.

"Och.....Andrew I believe ye are right," Emma told him as she swung her hips in a seductive manner as she walked towards the door and then bolted it.    "Perhaps I will stay abed all afternoon, maybe ye will join me?" she tempted him now as she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees until she was in the center.

"Nae," Andrew said gruffly.  "I canna join ye, I told Robert and Grant that I would join them this afternoon in a ride."   He fisted his hands at his sides because that was the only way he could control himself from joining his wife on the bed.

Emma perched up on her knees now started to draw her nightshift over her head, she did it very, very slowly, revealing inch by glorious inch of her peaches and cream body.   Once she had it off, she tossed it in Andrew's direction and it hit him square in the middle of the chest.   She shook out her hair now and if fell in wild disarray down her back and front, her now pert nipples peaking through the strands of molten fire.

"Are ye sure Andrew?" Emma asked him in a husky voice.   She cupped her breasts now, squeezed gently for they were tender, but them being tender just added more to her desire.   She pinched her nipples and then closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself.

It took all of his strength not to rip off his clothes and to bury himself into his wife's warm inviting body, but Andrew could only just bite down on his fist and shake his head for if he spoke, he would respond with the wrong answer.   He just needed to leave and he needed to leave now.   But he couldn't because his wife, his sensual wife had now propped herself up on some pillows and she just let her legs spread in a wanton gesture.