Page 19 of Kilty Until Proven Innocent
Drummond seemed proud of it too, judging from the way he licked his lips.
He rose to his feet, body relaxed, manner at ease, as if he’d also been satiated by that amazing release.But she saw the way he gripped himself through his kilt, stroking his cock almost lazily.
“Come here,” she ordered huskily, pushing herself upright and reaching for him.
But Drum just shook his head slowly, his smile easy as he stroked himself. “Dinnae be daft, lass, that was for ye.”
Hungrily, she eyed the shape in his kilt. “This is for me, too. And I cannae have ye walking around all day with a loaded cannon hanging between yer legs—I’ll worry.” She beckoned him impatiently. “Come here.”
Holding her gaze, Drum flipped up the front of his kilt and she eagerly took in the sight of his thickness. Blessed Virgin, she loved the way he was so casual about his body, his impressive cock.
When he grasped the thing, wrapping his fingers around its width to spread her wetness across it, they both sighed in satisfaction.
She sat there on his desk, legs spread, desire dripping from her core, down her thighs…and her inner muscles spasmed again at the thought of him filling her.
So Brigit beckoned him again. “Drummond, ye’re making me ache again.”
Aye, his grin was a bit cocky as he stepped between her legs, still stroking himself. “Ye’re certain, lass?”
As he asked that, the tip of his cock rested against her entrance, and the movement from his strokes sent a shudder through her. She loved how nonchalant he was, as if ‘twasherpleasure,herdesires which mattered.
Drummond Kennedy made her feel powerful.
So she reached up, grasped the sides of his head, and pulled his lips down to hers. She made certain to stroke his cheeks with her thumbs, and the little noise of surrender he made caused her insides to flutter again.
When he straightened, he reached for her breasts, still hanging heavy in the cool air of his office. His cock slid along the wetness of her cleft, the tip of it hitting her clitoris, causing her to gasp, even as his fingers reached her nipples.
He knew how sensitive her nipples were, and treated them like royal jewels, rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers, as he lowered his mouth to the little spot where her neck met her shoulder.
The feeling of his stubbled whiskers there, on her sensitive skin, made her shudder again. With a moan, she tipped her head to one side, allowing him to kiss up her throat as his fingers and callused palms sent quivers through her.
And through it all, he rocked his hips against her core, sliding his cock along her wetness, across her already-sensitive cunny lips, until she was shuddering with need. Each thrust caused the head of his cock to brush against her pearl, and soon she was rocking forward to meet him, to prolong the delicious friction.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d spilled like this, against her. But Brigit wantedmore. Her core was still humming from her first orgasm, and she needed to be stretched, to be filled. Byhim.
“Drum!” she gasped. “More, please.”
She felt him smile against her neck even as she reached between their bodies, shifting and rearranging until she could grasp him by the base and angle him where she wanted him.
As his cock slid into her weeping core, they both stiffened, then relaxed with a sigh.
Aye.
He was still for a moment, but then began to move, the same rocking motion. Brigit kept her fingers between them so she could stroke herself, and ‘twas a good thing, because having himinsideher was building her pleasure to the same point where it had been with his fingers and lips.
“Christ, Brigit, ye feel perfect,” he groaned appreciatively, and she felt herself smirking, even as she gasped at the sensations sweeping through her. “So wet, all for me.”
“All for ye,” she gasped. “Ye, Drummond.”
Blessed Virgin,onlyhim!
Her legs reached around his thighs, ankles linking behind his arse so he could increase the power behind his thrusts. She pulled her hand from between them so she could reach for his shoulders. One of his hands still cupped and caressed her breast, but his other supported her lower back, holding her against him as his movements became stronger, less controlled.
Thisis what she loved; when he went all beastly and unrestrained. It made her feel powerful as well, to know she had this effect on him.
Then his hand moved from her breast, lower, between them. His palm was flat against her pelvis as he thrust, and his thumb…
This thumb found her clitoris again, and the way he touched it—light brushes alternating with flicks because of his movements—sent her soaring.
