Page 73 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
Well, Robena’s mind was curiously, deliciously blank, so if asked, she’d have to sayThis was bleeeeerrrrgggghahblaff.That was more or less how she felt.
With a sigh, she allowed her legs to fall open as Kester’s tongue swept along her core.
St. Kelsi protect her, but the man wasamazing!
She’d spent her life learning the art of music; she knew a person’s tongue could be capable of trilling, of whistling, of forming high and low notes, of controlling the melody played on a flute or pipe.
But she’d never realized a tongue could dothis.
Unbidden, her hands fell to his head, her fingers curling through his locks, holding him in place. He hummed against her, a little laugh which she felt throughout her entire body. Her hips bucked in response, which caused him to chuckle again, and then his finger slid into her.
“That’s it, lass,” he murmured against her slickness. “That’s a good girl. Ye like that?”
Oh, St. Kelsi’s eardrums, did sheever! With a needy sort of mewling sound—which might’ve been embarrassing to admit under any other circumstances—Robena planted her weight on her heels and pressed her arse off the blankets, trying to get closer to the object of such pleasure.
Mayhap, if her body hadn’t already been so desperate for him, this would’ve taken longer. But as ‘twas, she felt her orgasm building behind her core, each gentle ministration of his tongue—his teeth! His lips!—sending her ever closer.
“So soft,” he murmured. “So wet. So wet for me.”
“Aye!” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. “Kester,aye.”
He was being so gentle, as if knowing her nerve-endings were raw with need. ‘Twas that consideration, more than anything else, which sent her over the edge.
Well,that, and the fact he happened to close his lips around her clitoris at that exact moment.
So really, it wasthat. And the fact he slid an extra finger into her.Andthe consideration.
And really, all of that together? She was powerless to resist.
With a gasp, she arched against his mouth as her pleasure burst over her, bright colors swirling behind her eyes. She bucked, but he continued his torture, and then he hummed.
And really, how was a woman supposed to handle a man as desirable as Kesterhumming?
She screamed his name.
The colors continued, but she remembered to breathe, and after a thousand pounding heartbeats, she felt herself beginning to come back down to earth.
That was when Kester pulled his fingers from inside her, lifted his head, and crawled up her body.
Really, there wasn’t any other way to describe it; one moment, he was lying between her thighs, supping at her, and the next, he was looming over her, his weight braced on one hand as the other stroked his cock.
“I cannae hold back, Robena,” he gasped.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I dinnae want ye to.”
When he plunged into her wet opening, they both sucked in a joyful gasp.
“Hold onto me, lass,” he commanded, andof courseshe was going to obey.
His motions were no longer gentle, and that was perfectly fine with her. His frantic need had re-kindled her own. Or mayhap her pleasure had never ceased.
The throbbing in her core grew once more, with each shuddering thrust, and she flattened her palms against his wide shoulders, urging him on.
Her pleasure was building, building, building….
And then he stiffened and groaned. She pulled him down, her lips seeking his. As he claimed her with a kiss, she felt a warm flood against her womb. Almost unconsciously, her feet wrapped around his calves, and shesqueezed.
All it took was one more thrust from him—his way made slick by his tongue, her desire, and his seed—before she was soaring over the edge once more.
