Page 35 of Plaid Attitude
But…it wasn’t enough.
Her hips were making little bucking motions to match his, her fingers curling in his hair, trying to hold him in place while simultaneously searching for something more…
And his mouth closed around her clitoris once more.
Her inner muscles spasmed around his fingers, her orgasm surprising her with its intensity. His tongue continued to play merry hell with her bud, and her muscles froze, her attention fully occupied by the sensations sweeping through her.
But…
But it wasn’t enough.
This was incredible—brilliant!—but she didn’t feelwhole.
And it was because Doughall was still kneeling between her legs.
With a sudden gasp, she pushed herself upright, surprising him into lifting his head. Pleasure was still coursing through her body as she placed her hands on his shoulders andpushed, tossing him awkwardly backward to the rush-covered floor, so his legs twisted under him.
“Coira?” he gasped as she followed him down.
Then she was straddling him, pulling up his kilt, smiling to see his thick cock spring free of its confines. She lifted herself over him, and as he reached for her hips, settled him against her weeping core.
As she sank down atop his cock, they both exhaled in relief.
It felt like…coming home.
He stretched her, he filled her. It had pinched a bit at the beginning, but she was so wet, soreadyfor him, she’d barely noticed.
Doughall, however, looked pained. “Coira,” he rasped. “I cannae…”
“Then allow me to do the work,” she replied, guessing at his objection.
She shifted forward, her knees at his side, her hands on either side of his head. Her breasts hung down in his face as she rocked her hips forward, sliding across his cock.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut and she grinned.
The movements were instinctive, but having a sister who’d written a book on coital positions was helpful. Coira knew what to do, based on what felt good.
Good? Nay, this feltmagnificent.
Doughall’s hands rose to her breasts, tugging her down so he could close his mouth around one nipple. Pleasure—not fully dissipated from her first orgasm—tingled on all of her nerve endings. She continued her slow movements, marveling at each new explosion of bliss.
His hands were everywhere, but when his rough palms settled on both of her arse cheeks and tugged, she felt exposed in the most delicious way. “Doughall!” she gasped.
“Aye, love, use me. Use my cock.”
“Nay.” Frustration was beginning to build in her, the slow movements not nearly enough. “I want… Doughall, I need ye to…”
His gaze bore into hers, the light from the fire throwing his handsome features into stark relief. “Tell me,” he rasped.
“I need ye to find pleasure as well.” The words were ripped from her.
He stilled for a moment, then burst into motion.
Before she could draw a breath, he’d rolled her over, soherback was pressed against the rush-mat, and he was settled between her legs.
“Coira?”
She understood what he was asking. Her arms rose to his shoulders. “Aye.”
