Page 110 of The Scot Beds His Wife
“Holy fuck,” she gasped, as his mouth sealed over her sex in earnest, and his clever tongue went to work.
His chuckle against her clitoris caused a flush of sensation to shock through her, and she gasped as his shameless, relentless tongue dipped into her body, curling around the resulting release of wet desire he found there.
He circled her most sensitive peak, nipped at it with his lips, tormenting her closer and closer to the climax she knew awaited her, but denying her each time her fist tightened in his hair.
“Please,” she begged, both ashamed and uncaring. “Please… let me… I need.”
He shook his head in denial, but with her sex in his mouth, the movement felt incredible.
Suddenly, she realized, two could play at that game.
Her mouth flooded with moisture at the thought as she lifted her hips away from him, and his mouth let her go with a lurid noise.
Ignoring his words of protest, she quickly levered her body around, split her legs over his head, and stretched her torso over his.
“Holy fuck,” he echoed darkly, as she slowly slid her tongue around the weeping head of his cock.
“I can tease, too,” she said as she slowly stroked his throbbing length. “And I bet I last longer.”
“Och, lass,” he gasped, his hips twitching and arching against her touch. “’Tis a wager we both win no matter who loses.”
His arms clamped around her thighs and spread her open. Samantha had only a moment to sense the ultimate vulnerability this position put her in before another lickstole her breath, and gave her back warm spills of building pleasure.
She realized she had some catching up to do, and she took as much of him into her mouth as she possibly could.
He tasted of sex and the slightest hint of soap. She swirled her tongue around the smooth heat of him, stopping to explore the subtle ridges of veins as she controlled his withdrawal by tightening her lips.
She could feel his reactions to her ministrations not just through the flexes and trembles of his thick limbs, but also in the slips and catches of his own tongue. His attentions to her sex became less skillful with every glide of her wet lips on his cock. His mouth was less teasing and more demanding. His tongue less practiced and playful and more desperate and overwhelming.
When she added her hand to the base of his shaft to move in tandem against the flesh that she couldn’t fit into her mouth, she quickly realized that she’d never had a chance.
His mouth ruthlessly latched onto the engorged peak of her sex and centered all movement just below the tender bud. The sensation overwhelmed her instantly, scorching through her sex and burning through her veins with such potency, she had to pull him out of her mouth lest she do him damage.
She squirmed to escape, but his incomprehensible strength kept her immobile as he devoured her core until she only succeeded in surging against his mouth, riding it until aching pleasure engulfed her in great, shuddering spasms. Ecstasy flowed from his mouth into her body as she bucked against his hold, squirming, arching to get closer as it ebbed and flowed in erotic, torturous pulses.
Finally she collapsed, her forehead resting against histhigh, very aware of the cockstand still gripped in her palm. She thought he’d give her a moment to catch her shuddering breath.
She thought wrong.
With an inarticulate curse, he tossed her onto her knees and rose behind her. Her eyes flew wide as he seized her hips in a brutal grip and buried himself to the root inside her still-pulsing depths.
He drilled into her, the hard planes of his hips pounding against her as a fresh storm of pleasure began to build deeper within her loins. She shivered and convulsed, gritting her teeth together to keep herself from screaming. She enjoyed the wicked, brutal sounds their bodies made, the growling breaths that exploded from him.
He pushed her to her elbows, his hands both rough and reverent. He took her like a stallion mounted his mare. This was not their usual encounter, she realized.
This was a claiming.
He was a hunter, a predator. And now, she’d become his mate.
A jolt of pleasure followed this revelation, screaming through her with the speed and awesome force of a lightning bolt. She bucked against him. Curling her back and fighting a little, making him work for his domination.
Suddenly his grip was tinged with a bit of pain, and the hand in her hair yanked her head back and anchored it as he made a desperate sound, and then another, until the night was filled with his roar of pleasure, just as her womb was filled with the warmth of his seed.
Their climax synchronized and became an ecstasy so complete, the earth that she knew fell away. Time, as she understood it, ceased to tick away her life. And every star she’d ever wished upon was close enough for her to reach out and pluck from the sky.
But she didn’t need to, she thought dimly, as she allowed herself to float back to the bed with deep, exhausted breaths.
She’d already found heaven.
