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spilled out when Ewan shifted, so that she was lying in a pool of soapy water beside the fire. The chemise that had been damp before was now soaked- but Ewan wasn’t complaining. He loved the way that the thin, wet fabric clung to her every curve. The linen was plastered to her skin, and so sheer that it was nearly transparent. He spied the raised pink nub of her nipples through the cloth and seized it with his lips and teeth.
     
    “Only nice?” he muttered again, and then he went to work in earnest.
     
    Ewan had been with more women than he was likely to own to if asked by anyone other than his drinking mates. While he regretted some of his youthful indiscretions, experience had given him considerable skill, and it had suddenly become imperative that Cait learn to appreciate that skill. After all... he thought, in token appeasement to the part of his mind still anxious about getting in too deep, there was no reason for any of this to be unpleasant. Cait would be more willing to come to him if it was for an experience she enjoyed- and he was damn determined that she would enjoy it!
     
    “Oooooh,” Cait’s soft moan was a promising beginning, but Ewan wanted so much more. 
     
    Ewan continued to pleasure her breasts, rasping his tongue over one pebbled nipple while he squeezed the other breast. His other hand remained between her legs, teasing the little bundle of nerves at the opening of her sex and shallowly thrusting into her core.
     
    It wasn’t long until she was moving against his hands. He waited until she was lost in sensation before he abruptly pulled away.
     
    The sound of protest that sprang from the back of her throat prompted a satisfied smile. “Nice?” he asked.
     
    Cait was gasping for breath. When she finally caught it, she glared. “ Nice !” she replied defiantly.
     
    Ewan chuckled, “Well, let’s see what we can do about that…”
     
    With a look of relief that she couldn’t hide, Cait’s eyes sank closed again. They popped open immediately, however, when she felt him yanking up the bottom of her dress.
    ”What are you-?” she yelped.
     
    “You can’t expect me to manage more than nice while I’m working under a handicap, can you?” he responded, plucking away the fingers trying to hold her chemise on her hips. Ewan yanked it upwards, exposing the tops of her thighs and the thatch of soft brown hair between her legs.
     
    Cait’s face was flushed crimson, but she didn’t push him away. Ewan noted this with satisfaction as he knelt between her knees. She didn’t even try to resist when he spread them far apart, but squeaked in horror when he leaned forward.
     
    “Ewan!” she squealed, clutching at his dark hair, “What are you doing?”
     
    “I thought we’d try something very nice,” he purred innocently in reply, and ignored the frantic plucking of her fingers as he bent over and planted a kiss just below her navel.
     
    With his lips against her skin, he felt her abdomen tense and heard her take a breath to speak again, but he moved a little lower and it escaped in a slow shudder.
     
    Cait’s fingers continued their feeble protest, rooting in his wavy locks and making a meager effort to drag him off, but he continued unabated. Moving steadily lower, he was soon nuzzling the triangle of soft brown curls that hid her sex. A second later, he was pressing his lips into the wet slit between her legs.
     
    She was so wet! It wasn’t the water that had stilled from the bath, but purely her own arousal that had left her drenched. He pushed his nose into the dampness, enjoying the musky perfume of her sex before parting his lips to taste.
     
    “Oh!” Cait moaned when the tip of his tongue into her folds. He started slowly, lapping shallowly until he found the swollen nub of her clit.
     
    He was too close to see, but could imagine it dark and flushed, engorged, as it was, with the blood that pounded beneath her skin. He could feel her pulse in his tongue. It echoed