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His hands ran up her thighs as he straightened from her tits. “Are ye ready, lass?” he prompted, praying she’d give him permission.
Her beautiful green eyes were hazed with passion. “Please, Drummond,” she whispered. “Please.”
The wool of her skirts was ungainly, but he managed to shove it out of the way before his fingers slid through her wetness. Because,aye, she was ready for him.
But he could make her readier.
Holding her gaze, he slowly lowered himself until he couldn’t see her any longer, and instead settled his sight on the rosy, pink, very wet cleft before him. He watched his finger slowly disappear inside her, heard her sigh, saw her flesh quiver.
“Aye,” he murmured. “That’s a good lass. So wet for me, are ye no’?”
Another slow thrust, and his second finger joined the first. Brigit rocked her hips forward with each thrust, her breathing growing heavy. She wanted this as much as he did.
“So beautiful. So fooking beautiful.”
Above him, her whimper sounded helpless and he smiled as he bent closer to taste her.
That first swipe of his tongue along her dripping cunny made them both sigh in satisfaction, and he reflected again how lucky he was to know her so well. He knew not to focus on her entrance, not while his fingers were still inside her. Instead, he slowly guided his tongue up toward the top of her cleft, where the little hood hid the pearl of her pleasure. He circled it with his tongue then slid back through her cleft.
“Drum,” she panted above him. “Please.”
It was remarkable how ready she was for him. Forthis.His other hand reached for his cock, stroking it roughly through his kilt as he leaned forward.
She was ready for release, and he could give it to her.
“Ye want this, lass?” he murmured against her cunny. “Ye want to come like a good girl for me?”
“Please,” she whimpered a third time.
So he obliged.
Hooking his fingers, he brushed upward, the pad of his forefinger caressing the rough patch deep inside her that always drove her mad. As he did, he closed his lips around her bud andsuckled, while his tongue flicked against the pearl.
One of her hands closed around the top of his head as her whimper built into a wail, and he smiled against her cunny as she came, as her inner muscles squeezed his fingers.
As always, a burst of liquid gushed from her core, covering his hand and mouth, and Drum lapped it eagerly, trying to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.
He knew her. His Brigit.
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Holy.
Christ.
Holy Christ on the Cross!
Pleasure burst over Brigit, white-hot and bright as the noon sun, and she curled forward around her core, around Drummond’s head, trying to capture the sensations.
The man knew what she liked.
How could he always make her come so quickly? It was a combination of his words, his fingers knowing exactly what to do, and his tongue… Dear God in Heaven, histongue.
Panting, Brigit allowed her muscles to relax, tofeel. The frissons of pleasure, the jolts of pureexcitementwere beginning to fade, and as she exhaled, she felt herself loosen from around him.
As she leaned back once more, Drum’s face appeared from the pile of her skirts. He was grinning, self-satisfied and cocky, and his mouth and chin were covered in her spend.
Brigit had never been a self-conscious sort of person, but the first time a lover had made her squirt liquid, she’d thought something horrible had happened. After much experimentation on her own, she’d realized it only happened with the very best of orgasms and was something to be proud of.
