Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
14th Feb 2014 from TwitLonger
#DailyLines #MOBY #WRITTENInMYOwnHEARTSBlood #Book8 #OutJUNE10th #HappyValentinesDay
Jamie shifted again, and my hand stilled between my thighs. Then his hand slid swiftly between the sheets and touched me in the same place, nearly stopping my heart.
“I dinna mean to interrupt ye, Sassenach,” he whispered in my ear. “But would ye like a bit of help wi’ that?”
“Um,” I said, rather faintly. “Ah…what did you have in mind?”
In answer, the tip of his tongue darted into my ear and I let out a small shriek. He snorted with amusement and cupped his hand between my legs, dislodging my own fingers, which had gone rather limp. One large finger stroked me delicately and I arched my back.
“Oo, ye’re well started, then,” he murmured. “Ye’re slick and briny as an oyster, Sassenach. Ye hadna finished yet, though?”
“No, I—how long were you _listening_?”
“Oh, long enough,” he assured me, and ceasing operations for a moment, took hold of my disengaged hand and folded it firmly round a very enthusiastic bit of his own anatomy. “Mm?”