Page 27 of A Plaid Case of Loving Ye
There was no hesitation inhiswords when he growled, “Is this what ye wanted to see, lass? Ye wanted me to stroke myself?”
Wordlessly, she nodded, her breaths coming quicker and her fingers tightening around his thighs.
“Do ye want me to admit I’ve done it afore? Stroked myself while thinking of staring into yer eyes? Imagining ye touching me?”
“How?” she squeaked.
He didn’t stop when he answered. “Any way ye want.”
Well, really. How was a well-brought-up young lady supposed to ignore an invitation likethat?
Nicola shifted forward, the motion causing the ache between her thighs to intensify, and reached for him. One hand hesitated just briefly before cupping the heavy ballocks hanging between his legs, and the other…
When her open palm brushed against the head of his cock, they both sucked in a breath. She supposed ‘twas because he liked the feeling, but forher…she was surprised—and delighted—at how silky soft he was.
Soft, in all the hardest ways.
“Lass…” he groaned, but she wasn’t willing to drag her attention away from her hands long enough to glance at his face. He didn’tsoundlike he was in pain…
So, she wrapped her hand around his.
“Aye,” he growled, and he moved his hand faster than she would’ve guessed.
One moment her fingers were around his, and the next…her hand was wrapped around his cock, and his fingers were guiding hers, showing her how hard to squeeze, how fast to stroke.
Oh.
Her mouth flooded with saliva, and distantly, she wondered at that reaction. She’d had no idea her body could react like this to the thoughts and sensations of another, so why would her saliva glands be involved in the discovery of—
Stop analyzing and enjoy this, ye idiot!
She inhaled shakily, which only served to pull the scent of his sweet musk into her nostrils, which caused the damn saliva glands to go into overtime again. There was a bead of moisture at the tip of his cock and her tongue itched.
While her brain was distracted contemplating the causes and concerns behind such a reaction, her body took over and leaned her closer.
She licked the tip of his cock and Ramsay groaned.
When she heard the back of his headthunkagainst the chair, she glanced up. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Nay.” His voice sounded hoarse, the muscles in his throat working as he kept his gaze locked on the ceiling. “Nay, a man likes…a bit of moisture on his—God’s wounds, lass, dinnae do it again.”
Of course, she ignored him.
This time she closed her lips around the tip of his cock, the only part she could reach, with both of their hands wrapped around it. When he groaned, she did her best to spread some of the saliva across his member.
See? I kenned ‘twould be useful.
His cock went from velvet-wrapped-steel beneath her palm to something slick and wonderful. Each time her fingers dragged down from the head of his hardness, he sucked in a ragged breath.
Finally, though, he tightened his hold on her hand. “Nay, Nicola, cease.” The command was rough. “If ye continue…”
If she continued, she had a very good idea what would happen. And shewantedit.
Needed it.
And thought he likely needed it as well.
Suddenly certain of her actions, she tugged her hand from under his and scrambled to her feet, stumbling a bit as her knees buckled. Despite his protests, Ramsay’s hand remained wrapped around his cock, his strokes seeming involuntary as he watched her.
