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manhood.
    But she wasn’t. And he wasn’t. He was more than willing to give her what she wanted, judging by his groans of delight, his murmured words of love in both Gaelic and English, the sheer bliss of his hands and fingers.
    Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples abraded pleasantly by her shift as she lay on him. She had one hand in his hair holding his head steady for her plunging kisses and she squirmed the other between them, shoving it underneath his waistband. A difficult task, that, but easier when she found the ties and tore them apart.
    His chuckle rumbled in her ear. “Lassie, keep on like that and I’ll have to walk oot of here naked.”
    “I won’t complain. Nor will any other woman.”
    “Ah, I thank ye.” He stopped talking to kiss her some more.
    She found his maleness. It… he was long and thick and hard, and for a moment she quailed before the frightening prospect of putting… that inside herself. She inhaled sharply.
    “What is it, mo dòchas ?”
    “Will it…you…fit?” She had touched herself often enough to know that her…female gap was not large.
    Another chuckle, louder this time. Laughter, really.
    “Are you laughing at me?” She was slightly offended but not enough to stop what they were doing.
    “Nay, sweetling, but the situation is, um, amusing. Nay, love, I’d never hurt ye. Nor will my cock. Can ye say that?”
    “I don’t…know.”
    “Try.” His voice had taken on a tender note. “Do ye trust me?”
    She thought, breathed, thought some more. “Yes.”
    “Aye, then.” He took her hand and placed it back on his rod. “What is this?”
    “Your…cock.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to one side so she rolled off him and onto her back. The stone was cold and she wriggled.
    “Aye, ‘tisn’t the best of places for this. I prefer a bed.” He scooted down her body so his head was near her female parts. “But ‘twill serve. Now close your eyes and just…feel.”
    She obeyed. The soft silk of her shift whispered over her calves, her thighs, coming to rest on her belly. She stiffened. Was he looking at her nakedness? Did she want that?
    “Och, lassie, you’re so beautiful.”
    He was complimenting her without reason. “’Tis dark in here.” She relaxed, knowing that he couldn’t examine her. She’d tried but hadn’t been able to see his face or the wrinkles that had to line a fifty-year-old visage.
    He slid cool palms up her legs and separated her thighs. “I can feel your beauty.” He smoothed the sensitive flesh with his fingertips.
    More heat and pleasure quivered through her, starting from his clever hands and emanating to her womanhood and beyond. He pushed the extra fabric of her shift beneath her bottom.
    “Oh, that’s better,” she said.
    “Aye, the stone is rough on your tender skin.” He kissed the inside of one knee then stroked farther. He combed the female hair at the join of her thighs and she couldn’t stifle a gasp.
    “And what is this?”
    “I…I call it my, um, womanhood.”
    “‘Tis such a long word.” He opened her thighs wider, touched lower, his finger slipping on the moisture between her folds. “‘Tis your sweet cunny.”
    “My…c-cunny?”
    “Aye.” Something long and cool penetrated her. His finger? She cried out.
    Dugald stopped and said, “Whisht, lassie, ye’ll bring the vultures down upon us.”
    And indeed, she heard rustling on the larger cave, low mutterings that warned that their captors were restless. Dugald remained still, resting one hand on her bare belly until silence again claimed the cavern. She was completely aware of him, of the weight of his cool palm, of his breathing and hers. His finger within her sheath, inside her…cunny.
    “Lass,” he whispered. “Ye must be very quiet. Can ye do that while we do this?”
    His finger pressed in, slipped out and back. She couldn’t stifle a gasp as he pumped. Her body jerked and she came close to bashing her head on the low,