Joshua The Scotsman (Outlander-esque AU)

Joshua: The Scotsman

She was like a voracious minx when she was deprived of his presence very long. The Scotsman had only been a county away, but he'd been tied up a couple of days helping a clansman with some building repairs. His worry for her safety wasn't great; their wolfhounds weren't shy about making their presence known to strangers and she was no helpless woman either.

Joshua may have known full well she wasn't helpless, but her position currently did not appear to be one of control. He'd all but walked in the door before she had been pressed to him. He knew she'd miss him, but as he looked down where she knelt at his feet, he was surprised what just two nights alone had done to her desire.

Her hands slipped up his legs slowly, teasing his thighs with a gentle touch, stopping short of what was clearly her target. He smirked, enjoying her attention and the way her soft lips slid up from his knee. It took a great deal of concentration from him not to shudder when her warm tongue painted the inside of his leg. The skin was sensitive and the source of the shiver that curled up his spine.

She lifted his kilt slowly, she felt the excitement in her belly beg her to quicken her pace, but she relented, letting her sex ready itself. She could feel the wet heat between her legs, his hand petting her hair in dominant fashion only feeding her appetite for more.

"Missed me, did ye?" his deep voice rumbled. He wanted to grip her hair and force his manhood to her lips, but he was enjoying her pace as well.

"Oh yes, so much..." Isla mumbled, pushing his kilt higher and higher. Her hand traveled higher now, the edge of her nails grazing his balls, making him hiss, needing a firmer touch.

"Then don't tease me, love....Please me." he gritted his teeth, trying to hold his demand back. He replaced her hand with his, holding the plaid pleats in his grip, his other hand still on her head he guided her towards him. His manhood already halfway to its full rigidity twitched as her mouth enveloped it. He found it difficult to maintain control when her warm lips slid along his shaft, the way her tongue moved against him. She was an expert at orally pleasuring him. He counted himself damn lucky; most men he knew weren't half as fortunate to have a woman so eager in sexual exploration.

Her cleavage peaked from her bodice, tantalizing his imagination. Though he was tired from his labors, he still possessed plenty of strength to wrestle the layers of her clothing from her. If she fought him much, he'd be more than happy to bend her over, lift her skirts and take her womanhood as he rightfully should. She liked that and he knew it.

He shrugged his jacket from his shoulder along with his plaid sash. His white, gauzy shirt split to below his chiseled chest. The fire she'd built in the stone fireplace lit up the room perfectly. She slid as much of him in as her mouth would allow and then some. His cock throbbed the deeper she'd sunk him.

"Did you touch yourself, while I was gone?" He questioned, licking his drying lips. Her eyes looked longingly up at him, nodding as her tongue toyed with his swollen tip. He hummed, dissatisfied, "Naughty trollop...you better not have finished yourself off."

To this she shook her head.

"I waited for you for that, sire...I just wanted to tease myself. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Isla admitted, remembering how she couldn't stop her fingers from probing her own sex. She remembered how close she'd been somehow staving off her release. She knew it'd be better if she wanted for his assistance. He knew her body so well, he'd spent countless hours just touching her, all over, learning everything he could about what touch triggered what reaction from her.

"That's good...I always want you thinking of me." His hips moved now, forcing more of himself in her greedy mouth. He could finish, he could give in to the abandon he felt stirring in his loins and fill her mouth with his plentiful seed. But he wanted more and he couldn't deny himself that. He intended to plant a child in his new wife and also intended to have as much pleasure as he could in the process.