Page 39 of Kilty Plea
“Payton!” she gasped again, movements frantic as she yanked on the hem of her chemise, trying to pull it up her legs while also focusing on what his tongue was doing to the second nipple now…
He made a little noise, a hum, which Florasworeshe felt in her core. ‘Twas as if her nipples were directly connected to her—
Oh.
She ceased thinking when the cooler air of the room brushed against her wet core, and his groan sounded almost like one of surrender. His hand moved down atop her curls, his fingers delving into her wetness, stroking, stroking…
“Aye,” she breathed, eyes tightly shut as she chased the feeling ever higher.
“That’s it, lass,” he murmured, as he ceased his ministrations to her nipple and straightened. “That’s a good lass.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze—his intense, almostproudgaze. He held it as he slowly lowered his head.
“What are ye—”
“That’s my good lass,” he repeated, and her eyes opened wide when he settled himself between her legs.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, trying to see what Payton was doing down there, but he wasn’t looking at her face any longer.
Instead, his attention was focused on her core, and Flora caught her breath when she realized what he was about to do.
“Ye dinnae have to—” she began.
That’s when he blew softly, and the cooler air hit her heat moments before his tongue did.
Flora fell back against the pillows with a moan.
His tongue’s movements were small at first, almost as if he was getting to know her, learning her responses. For her part, Flora couldn’t focus on the individual sensations, as everything built together into one overwhelming cataclysm.
When he slipped a finger inside her, she gasped, realizing ‘twas just what she’d needed. “More,” she groaned, taking her weight on her heels and pushing her hips toward his face. “More…”
Shefelthim smile against her, which should have been impossible, but he obliged her, easing another finger inside. His calluses, his thickness…’twaseverything.
And still his tongue caressed her.
His gentle thrusts were slow at first, and Flora’s hips began moving in tempo as the pressure within her built higher and higher.
And then Payton’s mouth closed around the little pearl of her pleasure, hidden in her curls.
Flora exploded.
‘Twas no other word for it; she exploded, right then and there in that bed, gasping wordlessly as she came apart.
Her inner muscles squeezed him, milking his fingers, again and again, as he hummed against her clitoris. ‘Twas too much, and Flora found her fingers digging into his hair, although she wasn’t certain if ‘twas to keep him there or thrust him away.
Payton understood better than she, thank goodness.
As the intensity began to abate, he gently pulled his fingers from her, and moved his mouth back to her folds, swiping his tongue through them a few more times for what she supposed was good measure.
Now,now, she could feel each little movement, eachheartbeat, and ‘twas nearly overwhelming.
“Payton,” she whimpered, tugging at him, needing him.
He understood, bless him.
“Aye, lass.” He shifted up beside her again. “That’s my good lass.”
When he gathered her in his arms, she went, still half in shock. Her body hummed with what he’d just done, and although she’d orgasmed before—thanks to her fingers and active imagination—she never imagined a man would do something like that.
