"My love," he whispered. "Oh my love. I do want ye so." "Not the same thing, is it?" I said. "Loving and wanting, I mean." He laughed, a little huskily. "Damn close Sassenach, for me, at least." I could feel the strength of his wanting, hard and urgent. He stepped back suddenly, and stooping, lifted me from the fence. "Where are we going?" We were headed away from the house, toward the cluster of sheds in the shadow of the elm grove. "To find a haystack." #Outlander
Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye... He shook his head slowly. I did think I should die, if I didna have ye he said softly. Just then. I reached up to stroke his face, his beard a soft bristle on my palm. Wouldn't want you to die I whispered, tucking back a lock of hair behind his ear. We smiled at each other then...
"Calluses on a man's hand are deeply erotic" I assured him.
Calluses on a man's hand are deeply erotic I assured him. Are they so? His free hand passed lightly over my shorn head and down the length of my back. I shivered and pressed closer to him, self-consciousness beginning to be forgotten. My own free hand roamed down the length of his body, toying with the soft, wiry bush of his hair and the damply tender,half-hard cock. He arched his back a little, then relaxed. Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach he said. If I havena got...