Page 89 of Wild Scottish Beauty

I grinned, still lying on my back, and tapped my shoulders.

“Come on darling. Have a seat.”

“Oh my God,” Willow breathed, interest sparking in her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Haven’t you done this before?”

“I mean, the basic mechanics of it, yes, since you so nicely brought me to orgasm that way just a few moments ago. But not, like, in this particular position.” Willow worried her lower lip, curiosity in her eyes.

‘Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“But—”

“What are you worried about?”

“Um.” Willow leaned over and stage-whispered, “What if you die?”

I laughed, tugging on one of her curls to bring her lips to mine.

“Willow?”

“Yes, Ramsay?” Willow’s voice rasped against my mouth.

“First of all, that’s a fine way to go if I’m meant to go that way. And secondly, have I not, on more than one occasion, very easily lifted you when needed?”

“Um, yes, you have at that.”

“I’ll tap your thigh if I’m in distress,” I promised, grinning as her eyes widened, “but I don’t think it’s going to be me needing assistance soon.”

“I mean if you’re that cocky.” Willow climbed over, her gorgeous thighs cocooning my head, and I reached up, gripping her juicy bum with my hands and pulling her close until she landed perfectly on my face.

And then I feasted.

It didn’t take long for Willow to stop supporting herself, holding her body off me out of fear of hurting me, and lean into the experience. Her thighs trembled against my face as I licked, spreading my tongue across her, opening her up to find her most sensitive spot like it was apresent to be unwrapped. There, I took my time sucking and nibbling, varying my strokes and pressure, until Willow’s hips began to jerk in my hands, and soon she was riding my face. I held her there, enjoying the noises she made as she bucked against me, taking her pleasure at my mouth.

Bloody hell, but she tasted sweet.

“Oh, Ramsay!” she cried. Her release was like honey.Bliss.Fecking hell, this woman was incredible.

She rolled off me the instant she was finished, surprise on her pretty face.

“Miss me?” I asked, sitting up.

“Oh, was it you who was down there?” Willow pretended nonchalance, and I laughed, leaning over to kiss her while I easily rearranged her body on the bed, kneeling between her legs.

“Just your friendly neighborhood kiltmaker,” I said.

“Veryfriendly by the looks of it.”

“It’s why I’m so grumpy with people. Otherwise, all this friendliness will just pour out of me.” Willow snorted as I brushed my hard length against her. Her eyes widened as I teased her, running myself between her slick folds, before bringing my face to her neck and biting.

“Bitey too, are you?” Willow gasped, rolling her hips against mine, trying to take me inside of her.

“It must be this perfume you wear. It smells like toasted marshmallow. Makes me want to take you apart, bite by bite.”

“You never talk. Like never. And once you do, this is the stuff that comes out?” Willow said and I laughed softlyagainst her neck.

“That’s why I don’t talk a lot. Danger of all these dirty thoughts slipping out.”

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