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against her feminine softness, the one complementing the other in the way nature intended.
    Blaine stroked his hand across her chin, and then let his fingers descend playfully down her neck, then lower still to walk across her breasts. He slipped his hand under the material of her blouse and felt her nipple. Her reaction was involuntary and instant – another quick gasp of excitement, the feeling of her nipple hardening under his touch, and the sudden sensation of wetness between her legs. How could he affect her so much and so quickly? Why did her body yearn to yield to him, to luxuriate in the pleasure of his touch? She couldn’t answer the questions; she only knew that she wanted more of what she was feeling.
    Luckily, there was plenty more where that came from. Blaine unclasped the silver brooch that fastened her clothing and let the cloth slip sideways to reveal the bare flesh underneath. Her breasts burst free, too young and proud to be fettered. Blaine fell upon them hungrily, taking first one in his mouth and then the other. She felt the stubble on his chin rub against her skin as he licked her nipples and kissed the soft, sweet flesh of her bosoms. For the first time in her life, she felt like a fully-grown woman, not just a teenage girl with rampaging hormones. This wasn’t some adolescent pash, this was making love – two adult humans embracing the emotions of love, lust and desire.
    There was no doubt that Blaine was experiencing just as much desire as she was. He was desperate to see her naked now, pulling at the remainder of her clothes and tugging them free. Sabina didn’t resist – she had no desire to resist. Being naked beneath his gaze felt so naughty and yet so nice at the same time. For a few moments, Blaine looked at her with desire in his eyes. He explored the beauty of her nakedness, and she lay back and spread her legs, inviting him to explore further. Blaine didn’t need to be asked twice. He stripped off his clothes, giving her a glimpse of a strong, masculine body sporting a bold and eager erection. Hell, no wonder they called him King of the Scots. If the gold diggers of his kingdom knew what they were missing out on, they wouldn’t be waiting on the sidelines so patiently. But never mind other women – tonight was all about her and Blaine. And if this was to be perhaps their only night spent together, it would have to be a spectacular one.
    Sabina knew exactly what she wanted to happen to make that dream a reality.
    ‘Fuck me, Blaine,’ she said, her voice as sweet as honey, yet dripping with burning desire. ‘I want you to fuck me like you did on the beach…like the raw savage I thought you were. Take me like a Scottish warrior ravaging his Roman conquest.’
    Blaine was on top of her in a moment, his body pressing down on hers as he pulled his face next to hers. She felt his tongue seeking its way inside her mouth, exploring inside and penetrating her orally in anticipation of what was to come. Sabina enjoyed the sensation of his masculinity weighing down on her – all that muscle forcing her down against the embroidered blankets. She responded by spreading her legs wider, bringing him even closer to her. Her hands touched his buttocks, feeling the muscles that would soon be fucking her into blissful oblivion. His chest rubbed against her breasts, and now she could feel the length of his hard and ready cock pressing against her pubic mound. That was good, yet she felt an uncontrollable desire for him to find his way lower. But Blaine was not ready for that yet. He intended to stimulate her further, to make her even wetter and more excited than she was already.
    He knew exactly what to do.
    Sabina felt his buttock muscles clench beneath her fingers, growing taut and ready for action. Then she felt him thrusting, dry-fucking her so that his dick brushed along her pubic mound and against her tummy. This was a new feeling, something she had never experienced before. A strange one, too.