Page 55 of Kilty Plea
“Thank ye for putting up with her.” Payton dropped a kiss to her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her. “I’m glad ‘tis a full day’s journey, and they’ll all be leaving tomorrow.”
“I am too,” she admitted with a sigh. “I miss our quiet. And our privacy.”
Payton hummed thoughtfully. “Ye ken…Craigisdistracting her. I owe him. We could…retire early.”
“Really? From our own celebration?”
He shrugged. “Who cares?” Just the thought of being alone with her was stirring his blood, and now he flexed his hips forward, so she could feel his stiffening cock. “They’ll go on celebrating, and we can…be alone.”
Flora’s grin bloomed. “I think that’s a fine idea, husband.”
* * *
“Lass,”he groaned as Flora threw her leg over his thighs and lifted her weight to hover over him, “how’d I get this lucky?”
“Luck has naught to do with it, Payton MacIntyre,” she breathed, reaching between her legs to grasp his swollen member. “I love ye for yer heart and yer mind and yer soul.”
His fingers dug into her thighs, urging her lower. “Is that all?” His grin was positively wicked.
“Well…” Flora gave his shaft a few teasing strokes. “Also for yer body.”
“Christ, woman, I love ye.”
Feeling powerful, she slowly lowered herself atop his cock. Both of them sucked in a breath when he was fully sheathed, and Flora gave a toss of her hair so she could smile down at him. “Ready, husband?”
Without waiting for his approval, she began to rock, sliding her wet core along his cock. ‘Twas a gentle sort of lovely, one of her favorite things.
She loved how theneedcould build in her slowly, with each teasing brush of the tip of his cock against that secret spot deep inside her.
She loved the way Payton’s eyes closed and his head dropped back, the lines around his mouth the only indication of his fight for control.
And she loved how heallowedher this control, this chance to build her pleasure, despite it being torture for him.
One of his hands found her breast, urging her forward until he could capture it with his mouth. The sensation of his tongue on her nipple, as she slid along his cock, catapulted her into the stars.
“Payton!” she gasped.
And he understood. ‘Twas time forhimto take control.
With a growl, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and rolled, taking her with him, until she was beneath him on the mattress. He planted his knees and his palms, and Flora spread her knees in anticipation.
His thrusts were strong, fast. Each one seemed to freeze that pleasure she’d built moments ago, holding it in place, teasing her for an impossibly long time. She wanted to explode, aye, but she also wanted to stay in this state forever; thisalmost almost almostmoment that made her heart race and her breathing shallow.
“Flora,” he gasped, his warm brown eyes boring into hers. “Now.”
Her lips curled upward and she wrapped her legs around his arse, as he reached between them.
When his thumb brushed against the pearl of her pleasure, Flora’s orgasm burst over her. “Payton!” she cried, arching her back into his thrusts. At the same time, he growled, freezing, as a flood of liquid heat poured into her.
Yes.
Panting, he collapsed atop her as her inner muscles squeezed at him, milking every last sensation from their pleasure. Her hips still rocked, and he began to chuckle.
Payton wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both to their sides so they were facing one another, breathing hard. Staring into her eyes, he used one callused fingertip to brush the hair from her face.
“I love ye, wife.”
“Mmm,” she agreed with a smug smile, trying to get her breathing under control. “Because I let ye fook me.”
