Page 41 of Scot of Deception
“Just a kiss,” he said.
Kathleen nodded. “Just a kiss.”
A moment passed between them in silence when neither of them moved. Then, ever so slowly, Blaine leaned closer and closer, bridging the gap between them until he could press hislips softly against hers with a sigh, that simple touch igniting a blazing fire within her.
Just a kiss, she had told him, but now she couldn’t stop herself from reaching for him, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him close. How could she be satisfied with only a kiss? How could she endure the thought of never having anything more from him?
When Blaine made to pull back, Kathleen chased his lips, deepening the kiss. Even reluctant as he seemed to be, a moan tore itself from his throat and his hands came to settle on her waist as Kathleen shuffled closer, climbing onto his lap. Their last encounter had left her emboldened, more sure-footed in her search for pleasure. Knowing Blaine wanted her and knowing he would neither mock her for her lack of experience nor touch her in any way she did not desire gave her the confidence she needed to actively seek out his touch, his kisses, the rock of his body against her own.
Her hand trailed down the planes of his chest and stomach, her fingers dragging over the bulging muscles under his shirt. Though Blaine was always clean-shaven, taking great care every morning to methodically remove every trace of stubble, now, this late at night, the little stubble he had collected along his jaw and cheeks scraped over her skin as they kissed, which only served to fuel the flames of her desire.
She wanted him to pleasure her again. She wanted to feel thatstubble over her thighs, over her mound, the rough feel of it a stark contrast to the softness of his lips and tongue.
But she also wanted to give him the same pleasure and she allowed herself to explore, her hand dipping lower and lower until she could brush her palm against his hardening manhood. At that first touch, Blaine gasped against her lips, his length twitching under her fingers and his hips arching to chase the pressure of her palm. Simply knowing that she was having this effect on him was enough for Kathleen to grasp him confidently through his trews, giving him a squeeze.
No words were exchanged between them. Blaine was predictably silent, and Kathleen feared that if she spoke, she would break the spell that had fallen over them both, causing Blaine to retreat once more. Instead, she showed him what she wanted, tugging at his clothes until he took the hint and all but ripped them off his body, discarding the garments in a pile by the fire. Then, he knelt there on the rug, his body bathed in the warm light, his chest heaving with every breath he took, his manhood hard and straining against his stomach.
Slowly, Kathleen traced a finger over the slight curve of it, caressing the underside before finally tracing the tip. Blaine bit down hard on his bottom lip, his whole body trembling with the effort it took him to stay still and let her explore. When she wrapped her fingers around him, giving him a firm stroke, Blaine’s hips bucked into it as if he could hardly contain himself.
Taking Blaine’s hand, Kathleen urged him to wrap it around hers, to show her just how he liked to be touched. Fascinated, she watched as Blaine moved their hands together, gathering some of the moisture that beaded on the tip to slick their movements. He moved their hands slowly, indulgently, and Kathleen took in every detail of him—the feel of his silky skin under her fingers, the way his brows furrowed as if in concentration, the slight parting of his lips as he exhaled around a moan.
She never wanted this night to end. She never wanted to lose this, to wake up the following day only for Blaine to withdraw once more.
But then, Blaine kissed her and all her concerns dissipated from her mind—not because she didn’t think it possible anymore that he would retreat into himself once more, but rather because no other thoughts could exist when he was kissing her like this, like a man starved.
Before long, Kathleen found herself rid of her clothes, too, Blaine pulling them off with haste. Just like his own, he discarded hers in the pile, and then was upon her once more, kissing her breasts and grabbing her thighs to spread her legs apart.
Kathleen was assaulted by pleasure, the sensation of his stubble on her oversensitive skin just as enjoyable as she had imagined. She trembled under his touch, her back arching tochase the feeling of his lips as they wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard on the sensitive bud. Heat pooled deep in her core and soon, her face heated in embarrassment as she felt wetness gather between her legs.
She was certain Blaine could feel it, too, pressing as he did between her thighs, but his only response was to groan as he reached for her, dipping just the pads of his fingers in her slick entrance.
Kathleen twitched against him, her body craving more. When Blaine teased her, rubbing firmly over her folds and that sensitive spot that made her moan and tremble uncontrollably under his touch, she knew that she wanted to be his entirely, to be taken as a man takes a wife.
She didn’t care about being ruined. There would be no issue of her being ruined if they were officially together.
“Please,” Kathleen said, pitching her voice lower as she looked at Blaine through her lashes. “This isnae enough. Ye ken what I want.”
Blaine shook his head, ready to disagree, but Kathleen grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him close.
“I’ve… I’ve touched meself there,” she confessed, and though it wasn’t entirely true, it wasn’t a lie either. She had given in toher desires before, furtively touching herself but never reaching too far, fearful of what would happen if she did. She had no fear now, though. She only had a need and she was determined to fulfil it. “There’s naethin’ yer hand can dae that mine hasnae.”
Blaine groaned, letting his head fall on her shoulder as his hips bucked once, his manhood dragging against her thigh. The thought of it seemed to please him more than Kathleen would ever think possible.
“What a sight ye’d make,” he said, lifting his head to look at her. “Few things would please me more than watchin’ ye.”
Heat crawled over Kathleen’s skin, reaching all the way to her chest as she imagined pleasuring herself while Blaine watched—a mixture of eagerness and embarrassment, as potent as a strong wine. The confession gave her what she wanted, though, as Blaine slowly, torturously so, pushed a finger inside her all the way to the knuckle, cutting her breath short.
The intrusion was uncomfortable at first, an unfamiliar feeling that left Kathleen squirming underneath him. It only took a few thrusts of his hand, though, for it to turn into mind-bending pleasure, the kinds of which she had never experienced before. Her walls parted around him, her entrance clenching hard and drawing twin moans out of them both. Blaine felt feverish under her hands, his skin heated and slick with sweat, his muscles bulging as he hovered over her and teased out her pleasure.
One finger soon turned into two, and Blaine massaged a spot inside her that had her toes curling. Kathleen had to stifle a cry, slapping a hand over her mouth in fear that someone would hear her, but she couldn’t help the way her eyes rolled back as Blaine stroked that spot relentlessly until she could do nothing but lay there and take it.
Had she known such pleasures could be had, she would have done this a long time ago, consequences be damned.
Then again, perhaps the reason why it felt so good was because she was with Blaine.
“That’s it,” Blaine encouraged her, groaning as if he was the one receiving all the attention, as if Kathleen’s excitement was his own. “Let go. I’ve got ye.”
And Kathleen did, surrendering herself to the feeling of rapture. Her climax struck her suddenly, her orgasm drawn out of her by Blaine’s expert touch. He worked her through it, his fingers thrusting slowly inside her as she clenched and released around them, wave after wave of contentment coursing through her body.
