A Gift From Scotland by Salty Vixen

There is something about the taste of wine on a man’s lips, especially one who is kneeling in front of you by a dying fire. Wine is far more intoxicating when shared by a kiss than when it is drunk from a glass.

As his lips left mine I felt as though the world was spinning too fast and I was about to fall. I tried to steady myself, but it was his arm wrapping around me that held me in place. I had missed this, the smell of a man. It had been some time since I had shared a bed with anyone and I had forgotten how good men smelled when holding you close.

He had been running his fingers through my hair and plaiting a small bit of it. I was enjoying the feeling of his warm hands near my skin, lightly teasing the back of my neck. He took the strip of his tartan he had cut for the purpose and tied it to the end of the braid. He spoke softly into my ear, making me shiver, “There, now you have my tartan. I had to put it in your hair since I don’t plan to have you wearing much else for very long.” Speechless, I blushed.

He laughed quietly, “It is amazing to me that you still blush, a grown woman. I’ve heard some truly shocking things come out of your mouth, but your blush always gives you away.” He began to pull slowly on the zipper at the back of my dress. “I suspect you’ll be blushing quite a bit tonight.”

Finding my voice at last, though it was a bit deeper than usual, “Hmm and you do not blush I suppose. I’ll have to see if I can change that for you. I have some truly shocking things in mind that might just do the trick.” I could feel his knees near the base of my spine as he sat removing my dress, so I quietly snuck one hand behind me and caressed the inside of his thigh as far as I could reach.

His hands stopped on the zipper of my dress and I heard him draw in his breath. I continued to move my hand slowly, teasing the well muscled thigh beneath his kilt. I knew that there was nothing below that kilt and that made it all the more exciting. He gently leaned his forehead on the top of my head and I wondered if his eyes were open or closed.

He shifted and moved away from me, “That will be enough of that for now. I’ve not been with a woman for awhile and I intend to do this right, I’ll not want you to rush the job, understand?” I nodded, but had no intention of stopping.

I figured it was my turn to undress him, “Come closer so I can take off your jacket and shirt.” He looked quickly up at me, as if scared, but moved closer so I could reach him better. I wasn’t quite satisfied with that arrangement so I requested, “Turn around.” More scared looks from him, but he stood up and turned his back toward me, sitting nearly in my lap.

He wore his hair very short and I could see his pulse throbbing in his neck. Sitting up on my heels, letting my dress fall as I moved, I reached in front of him and grabbed the front of his jacket. I lifted it off his shoulders and pulled his arms free one by one, not touching his bare skin at all.

Folding the jacket and placing it away from the fire, I pulled his linen shirt out from his kilt. I reached to his wrists to unbutton the cuffs, not allowing myself to touch him any more than was necessary. I saw as I bent forward that his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply.

I knew the shirt would come off easily now, but I wasn’t ready to take it off quite yet. I leaned forward so I could see his face from the side, and I loudly opened the front-closure on my bra. His eyes came open and he sat up a bit straighter, but he did not turn to see me.

I had two reasons for this mischief. First was that I wanted nothing to come between his skin and mine when we first touched. Second, most men could not work a front closing bra even in good practice and it had been some time for him. I thought I would save him the fumbling.

Now I started to remove his shirt, sliding my hands up from the bottom to caress his back and sides as I lifted it. He held up his arms so I could remove it, and after his head was free I ran my hands underneath his arms to the elbow, pressing my breasts against his back. He pulled his arms down, but his hands were trapped in the shirt so he had no choice but to submit to my caresses.

I held the lightly twisted shirt in one hand holding him captive, while my lips placed gentle kisses around his ear and my other arm wrapped around his chest pressing my breasts even harder against his back. He made a noise deep in his throat. Hearing him responding to what I was doing made me pause, but my pulse quickened and I knew there was no way I was going to back out now.

Deciding that he could deal with the shirt, I released my hold on it and began to move slowly back down to the floor behind him. My tongue traced the outline of his ear and I made circles on his neck. When my mouth came to the place where his shoulder and neck met, I gently bit him, knowing that the tendon there was very sensitive.

He let out a small cry and said hoarsely, “Woman, you bit me.” I smiled thinking this man had no idea who he was dealing with. He grabbed my hand from his chest and held it in his own hands that were now free of the shirt. He pulled me forward so that my head was over his shoulder, but I was still behind him. “May I see you?” I stopped smiling as he added, “All of you.”

He had asked permission. How could I refuse? I nodded and moved slightly as he pulled me around his right side. My breasts were in full view, the bra thrown somewhere into the room, and my dress was caught around my hips.

I stood in front of him, grateful at least for the firelight that made even pale women look golden. He did not move at first, only looked. I could look nowhere but his eyes. I had seen him bare-chested before, but now I was shy to have him see me looking at him.

His eyes moved over my body, a puzzled look when he came to my garter belt that was showing above the dress. Curiosity got the better of him and he asked, “How does that work? I’ve never seen one being worn before, only in pictures.”

I giggled, nervous but happy to see he was capable of asking questions. It helped to cool things down a bit. “Well, why don’t you come here and have a look?” I turned my back to him so he could see the zipper was not quite finished. He stood and walked to where I was standing, running the rest of the zipper down so the dress fell and pooled at my feet.

“You’ve not got on any panties.” From the way his breathing quickened I sensed he did not mind. I turned to face him, his eyes taking it all in as I moved toward him.

I stopped barely inches from him and ran both my hands up under his kilt, caressing the backs of his thighs and grabbing his well muscled ass. “Neither do you, you know. It’s only fair.”

I had purposely avoided touching his cock, knowing that he would probably not be able to take much of that since he’d been long without a woman. There was no doubt in my mind, though, that he was quite ready for the job when he pulled me close to his body and grabbed my ass in return. He bent his head and kissed me, running his tongue between my lips as an invitation.

I accepted the invitation. My breasts swelled at the touch of his chest and my body began to shiver. He broke the kiss slowly, “You cannot be cold here like this.” He slipped one hand up my bare back and gently touched the base of my neck, bending to nuzzle my collarbone and once again making me shiver.

I leaned into his strong body, not sure I could stand on my own, “I’m not cold.” As evidence I pulled his other hand free and placed it on my breast, the soft nipple becoming hard in his hand. I felt a similar hardening beneath his kilt that reminded me he still was wearing it.

I reached for his belt and undid it quickly. His kilt was all one piece of hand pleated fabric that fell away as I removed his belt. That was better, now we both only had on stockings, though his were wool to the knee and mine were silk to the thigh.

I took his hand from my breast and pulled him down in front of me by the fire. He was inspecting my garters as I was removing his socks. “Do you keep these on or do they come off?”

“That is up to you. You see, without underwear it is not necessary to remove them to make love, but I will take them off if you’d prefer it.”

He seemed to be thinking about it, running his hand up and down my silk-clad leg. He seemed to especially like the part of my thigh where black silk met warm, soft skin. “I like them fine, but I want you bare. I will take them off.” I helped him with the hooks on the garter belt and the fastenings on the stockings. I watched as he slowly rolled the stockings from my legs, following their path with kisses.

Save the tartan in my hair, he and I both wore nothing. The fire was warm enough, but we would not have been cold either way. He looked at my lying on the blanket, one arm supporting my head, and I wondered what he was thinking. I figured I might as well ask, “You appear to be deep in thought. Have we made a mistake?” I didn’t think so.

He shook his head slightly, “No mistake other than waiting too damn long. I’m trying to remember what you look like now so when we’re apart I will be able to see you like this. You will look different to me after.”

He lay down beside me, one hand tracing circles around my nipple. “Now I can look at you and just remember the sight of you. Soon I will also remember the taste of you, the smell of you, the way you felt as our bodies joined together the first time. That isn’t something I’m likely to want to remember when I’m on an airplane with other folks and no way to relieve myself.”

It melted my heart to see how he thought of me, of us. It would be hard for both of us to remember the intimate things when we were far apart, much better to remember just the slightly sexy things. They didn’t hurt as much when you were alone.

His mouth replaced his hand at my breast and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. This was something new for me; normally I felt nothing when my breasts were touched. He took his hand and cupped my other breast, teasing the nipple into hardness and making me squirm from the pleasure of it.

I had been with men before and knew this one that was nearing the end of his restraint. I wanted to touch him so badly, but didn’t want to ruin our first time by making it go too quickly so I kept my hands still and let him explore my body.

His mouth moved to my other breast and his hand slipped down to tease my belly. I sucked in my breath as his hand moved between my thighs and gently applied pressure to that very hot, moist area. He did not use his fingers separately, but moved the palm of his hand. The gently friction of the motion along with his tongue teasing my nipple pushed me past the point of no return and I cried out his name as my body convulsed with pleasure.

The room seemed to be alive with fireflies as I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me, his lips still on my breast and his hand gently resting between my thighs. If I never lived another night this would be enough for me.

He released my nipple with a popping sound. He lowered himself down onto my body and I was amazed at how well we fit together. I felt his hardness between my thighs and opened them to make things easier.

He did not move to join our bodies, but instead kissed me lightly on the lips with just a teasing of his tongue, “Would you say it for me? I know it, but I’d like to hear you say it before.” He was so close and yet we were barely touching. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it now too, no more hiding it.

“I love you.” I did.

His mouth came down on mine hard, his tongue searching for mine and our bodies touched at last. I was not ready for the heat of him as he entered me. I felt as if my body would melt around his, the two of us becoming one person.

He was a far larger than my other lovers and the feeling of fullness left me wanting more as he pulled away. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer to me. He was moving slowly, trying to make it last, and speaking words I did not understand into my ear. Gaelic I finally realized; I had not known he spoke it. I would have to learn it for I so wanted to know what he was saying, it sounded very nice.

As he quickened his movements all thought of language left my mind, replaced with a searing heat that made me shudder and cry out again. This time I understood my name clearly as he too cried out with release, the final glimpses of pleasure combined with tears of joy from us both.

The End.

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