Page 48 of Bound to a Highland Beast
Isabeau seemed unable to find the right words or perhaps she was too embarrassed to speak them aloud, her cheeks turning a pretty pink in the dim light of the room. Her gaze fell to his lap, where his manhood was rapidly hardening against his thigh, and though he didn’t want to presume, he thought he knew what it was that Isabeau was asking him.
“Ye can dae as ye please with me,” he assured her. “I’m yers.”
“But ye’ll tell me…”
“I’ll tell ye,” he promised her.
That seemed to calm her a little and she began to kiss down his chest, her tongue darting out to taste his skin every now and then. Tiernan writhed underneath her, the pleasure too much and not enough at the same time. Every fiber of his being wanted him to bury himself inside her, to feel the tight, silky grip of her walls, but at the same time, these gentle, almost hesitant touches were more arousing than anything he had experienced before and he never wanted Isabeau to stop.
When she reached his thighs, her breath ghosted over his length, making him twitch. Isabeau observed him for a moment and Tiernan was about to assure her that she didn’t have to do this, when she gave him a soft, experimental lick at the tip, tasting him for the first time.
Tiernan gasped, his fingers curling into the covers. Isabeau looked up at him through her lashes, those green eyes locking into his own, her dark hair spilling like ink over her shouldersand brushing against his thighs. Tiernan reached for her, gathering the strands in his hand and holding them gently out of her face as she smiled at him, giving him another torturously slow lick, this time from the base to the tip.
Tiernan cursed under his breath, trying his best to keep still. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off or to bring her discomfort, but the more she licked at him, the harder it became to control himself.
“Ye can…. ye can take me in yer mouth,” he said.
Isabeau hummed over him, the vibrations from her lips travelling all the way up his member. He cursed again, taking a deep breath that filled his lungs to the brim just as Isabeau took him in her mouth, sucking gently at the tip, and in an instant, Tiernan was gone.
“Just like that,” he praised her, his hand petting her hair, fingers tangling in the strands. The wet, silky heat of her mouth was almost too much, each drag of her tongue over the tip making his chest heave. “Just like that, me love. Ye dinnae ken the sight ye make, so bonnie… look at ye.”
Tiernan could hardly tear his gaze off her. There was something mesmerizing about her eyes as she stared up at him while she pleasured him, something which kept him captive.
And he never wanted this to end.
Though Isabeau had been nervous even suggesting this at first, now she couldn’t get enough of it. She knew now why Tiernan insisted on pleasuring her time after time again, drawing multiple orgasms from her while he only gazed at her, without seeking his own release.
She loved watching him lose himself in his pleasure. She loved the weight of him on her tongue, the heat of his flesh, the way he writhed every time she dragged her tongue over the underside, teasing a particularly sensitive spot on him.
When he pulled her up, mumbling that he wouldn’t last like this, Isabeau almost whined, but she let him drag her up his body, his thigh settling between hers and giving her some much needed friction. She sighed against his lips as they kissed, her hips rolling slowly over him, her wetness spreading between them. She had long since stopped being self-conscious over it; Tiernan seemed to love it, to seek it even, his hands drawing more and more moisture out of her.
“Come here,” he said, and Isabeau frowned, as she was already close to him. But as Tiernan manhandled her with a pair of strong hands so that her knees were at each side of his head, her core hovering right above his mouth, she let out an embarrassed shriek, trying to get away from him, only for him to grab her hips and still her. “Calm down. Dinnae fash.”
Tiernan was looking at her with such hunger in his gaze, she figured she could trust him.
“Come now… let me taste ye.”
Hesitantly, Isabeau lowered herself to his lips, gasping at the first contact. Like that, she had full control of the pace as Tiernan pressed the flat of his tongue against her folds, letting her drag her core against the soft surface of it any way she pleased. Soon, any and all inhibitions she had disappeared. Tiernan had been right; she did like it. In fact, she loved it.
Reaching for him, Isabeau found his hands to anchor herself, Tiernan giving her the support she needed to grind against him with abandon. Throwing her head back in pleasure, Isabeau couldn’t help but let cry after cry fall from her lips, the sensations so intense, so overwhelming, that she knew it wouldn’t take her long at all to reach her climax once more.
It was as though the more Tiernan touched her, the more sensitive she was to his touch. That day, after being pleasured by him for so long, her orgasms hurtled towards her unbridled, one after the other in quick succession.
But now, Isabeau wanted him inside her once more. He wanted them to reach their peaks at the same time, entwined, becoming one.
Gently, she pulled herself back from him, gasping when she saw how wrecked Tiernan looked once more, his lips slick, his eyes wild and burning with desire.
Moving down his body, Isabeau finally settled in his lap, boldly taking his manhood in her hand and guiding it inside her. Tiernan moaned her name as she sank onto him, taking him deep inside her in one smooth thrust, his hands gripping her hips for dear life as she began to move.
Each roll of her hips pushed Tiernan deeper inside her, his length stretching her walls. Each roll had that sensitive spot over her entrance meeting his groin, the brief touch sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her. She felt full, entirely consumed by him, not knowing where her body ended and his began, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tiernan’s hands moved up her body, caressing her stomach, the dip of her waist, before finally settling over the swell of her breasts. Isabeau arched into the touch, her desire like flames that licked her heated skin, her need building more and more deeply inside her.
“I’m close,” she told Tiernan and he nodded frantically as he planted his feet on the mattress and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. From that angle, Isabeau could only hold onto him, moaning as he thrust up into her slowly, savoring every drag of him inside her.
The sheer intimacy of their position was enough to bring Isabeau over the edge, and the moment she reached her zenith, she felt Tiernan spill deep inside her, desperately holding her against his body.
Isabeau twitched around him again and again, all her pleasure finally wrung out of her. She all but collapsed against him, and Tiernan held her securely in his arms, stroking her back as they both came down from their orgasms.
