Page 56 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
Instinctively, her hand dropped from his hips to her curls, searching for release. She involuntarily pressed her arse back once more, andthistime, his cock was erect enough to slide below the globes of her cheeks…between her legs.
She heard him suck in a breath on a hiss as her wetness coated him. His cock rested against the opening of her core, but frombehind. ‘Twas deliciously wicked, and she could feel herself pulsing around his hardness, aching for him.
Aching to be filled.
His hand fell away from her breast, gliding along her stomach until his fingers cupped hers, which were circling her clitoris. His fingertips nudged hers out of the way, and that’s when she decided he was most definitely awake.
But the silence of the room, lit only by the gentle glow from the hearth coals—the remains of the fire he’d lit to care for her—seemed too sacred to break with words. So instead of encouraging him, she reached again for his hip, pulling him closer, allowing the whole of her back to rest against his chest.
‘Twas an intimate position, one which she wouldn’t have considered. Dimly, she wondered if Wynda’s book, as dictated by the Gray Lady, included this position.
Nay, because his cock isnae actually in ye yet.
But she could imagine how itcouldbe. And if he continued to caress her core this way, she would demand it.
His fingers teased her gently, the way he had during their nights in the woods together. He knew exactly how to caress her pearl, the center of her pleasure, then drag his forefinger along her swollen slit. Her lips were wet with need for him, and as he pressed one finger ever so minutely into her, she couldn’t contain the moan which escaped her lips.
She pressed back again, trying to give him more room to slide further into her, but he refrained. “Kester,” she whimpered, finally breaking her vow. “Please.”
He hummed, his mouth near enough to her ear she could feel his breath. “Lass, ye were half-dead from cold a few hours ago.”
“I’m hot now.” ‘Twas stupid, but her brain couldn’t come up with anything better to announce. “Sohot.”
His chuckle was dry. “Aye,” he agreed, languidly dragging his finger through her slit once more, even as he flexed his hips. “Ye are.”
She’d gasped at his movement, deciding she liked hiscocksliding across her core even better than his fingers. “Do that again!”
“What, this?” He chuckled again as he flexed, pressing his cock forward briefly.
The motion was delightfully maddening; the tip of his cock brushed against her clitoris before withdrawing.
Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Robena tightened her hold on his hip, fingers digging into his skin, and flexed her own hips. With him remaining still, she was able to slideherselfalong his cock and choose the best angle, as well.
She was riding him while lying on her side.
Each buck of her hips drew him closer and drewhercloser to her pleasure. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds of pleasure sure to be wrung from her.
He was breathing hard, and unless she was mistaken, he seemed to be having trouble containing—
“Lass,” he rasped. “Ye’re killing me.”
Pleasure built inside her, but also frustration. This felt divine, but not quite what she needed. “Show me!” Her gasp was half a moan. “Please, Kester!”
His groan of surrender matched hers, and then his arm was beneath her, lifting her.
Not far, though; she found herself in the same position, lying with her back to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Only now his hard thighs rested between hers—her own thighs spread over them, spreadingherto his touch.
And he touched her—aye, he touched her. With both hands available now, one of them cupped her breast, rolling the nipple, while the other delved into her curls.
And his cock slid along her wet core.
Unable to help herself, she reached between her legs and pressed her fingertips against the hardness bringing her such pleasure, squeezing it closer to her. It still wasn’t close enough, no matter how hard he thrust.
She needed him inside her.
With a burst of strength, she sat straight upward, wrenching a gasp from him. The motion cradled his cock between her thighs, and she reached for his legs. All she’d have to do was slide him inside of her….
Would that work?
