Page 88 of Wild Scottish Beauty

“How much do you care about these?” I asked, tracing my finger up and down the lace that covered her seam, loving how she jerked beneath my touch. “Because they’re in my way.”

“They’re my favorite,” Willow admitted on a groan, and I smiled, leaning over to kiss her through the lace, blowing ahot breath across her skin as she jerked. Hooking my thumbs under the material, I rolled the lace down her legs and tossed it behind me, growling as I returned my mouth to her. With the lace no longer impeding me, I sank into her softness, licking her straight through. Willow’s body jerked under my face, and I reached under her, sinking my fingers into that juicy bum that I’d been dying to touch for weeks, and pulled her harder against my face, needing to tip her over the edge as much as I needed my next breath.

Desire raged through me, my body taut with the need to be buried deep inside of her, and when she shattered around my face, her hands digging into my hair and pulling tight as she cried out, spasming as I licked her, I smiled.

One day I’d take my time with this. Savor her like an expensive dessert at the finest restaurant. Linger over her pretty petals, teasing her until she begged for more. But today, I had no patience.

Bringing my head up, I gripped her thighs as Willow propped herself up on her elbows.

“Take off your top. I want to see you.”

“Um.”

“Undress for me, Willow. I want to watch.”

Her eyes widened as I cupped myself, the need too great, and stroked myself through my pants as Willow pulled her jumper over her head, revealing a see-through black mesh bra that almost had me coming into my own hand. Her breasts hung heavy and voluptuous against her round stomach, and the black bra contrasted with the sparkles of the skirt and glorious expanse of smooth, gorgeous skin almost had my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Bloody hell, you’re magnificent.”

Willow’s cheeks pinkened as I stared at her, frozen at her beauty, as I stroked myself.Fecking hell, she’s glorious. Absolutely glorious.Realizing how dangerously close I was to losing my cool, I reached for her. “I promise to go slowly next time, lass, but if I don’t feel you clenching around my cock in about three seconds, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Why do I find this so hot?” Willow wondered as I dropped my head to her breast, the mesh barely acting as a covering for her pert nipple, and sucked.

“Because you like being told what to do?” I bit the inside of her breast, chuckling as she swatted my back, and then hauled her farther up the bed so I could cover her with my body.

“I do not!” Willow’s protest was lost as I kissed her, open-mouthed, needing the slick slide of her tongue against mine as I unbuckled my belt with one hand.

“Pull my jumper off.” I leaned back, and Willow ripped my jumper and the shirt below it off, running her hands down my naked chest as soon as she got access to my skin.

“There’s a good lass.” I bent to take her mouth again and swallowed her laugh.

“Damn it, Ramsay, I shouldn’t like this.”

“But you do, don’t you, darling?” I ran my hand up her stomach, tracing small circles at her side, before cupping a breast with my palm and running a thumb over her hard nipple.

“I don’t like when other people take control of…ohhhh,” Willow moaned against my mouth as I slipped a finger inside her, caressing her wet heat, testing her readiness for me.

“Your body seems to say otherwise, Willow.”

“She’s a lying whore,” Willow promised me, and once again, I found myself laughing as I pulled back and divested myself of my trousers.

“I like her,” I said as I ran a condom over my length and then angled myself over the bed. “I’m going to need you to scoot back on the bed there, darling.”

“Ohhhh…kay,” Willow said, inching her way backward, her cheeks flushed. I crawled after her, rolling to my back at her side, and she blinked down at me.

“Whatcha doing down there?”

“Admiring the view,” I said, brushing my thumb across her nipple and sending a shiver across her body. Willow was incredibly responsive, and I was enjoying watching her react to my touches. Trailing my hands down the satiny skin at her side, I tapped her thigh.

“Willow? I’m going to need for you to open up.”

“Like this?” Willow spread her knees a bit, and her hips jerked when I brushed a finger over her.

“Yes, just like that. Good. Now, I’m going to need you to put a knee on either side of my head so I can settle in for a good long while, otherwise I’m going to throw you down and take you so fast you won’t know how to pronounce your own name anymore.”

Willow gulped.

“Admittedly, that doesn’t sound awful.”

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