Page 53 of A Scot for Bethan
The gray in his eyes caught on fire. “I seem to remember something to that effect, aye. Imagining you at my feet got me all hard, though I had not seen you properly at the time. Thedirt on your face could have covered all manners of sins, warts, hairy moles, and even scales, but there was something about you that drew me irresistibly. Then I saw you in Castell Esgyrn and I knew I would like nothing more than being pleasured by you.”
“I know. You did tell me you imagined me welcoming you between my lips.” She had not forgotten his scandalous words, nor the effect they’d had on her. She had gone hot all over. Just like now, hot all over—and slick in a very specific place.
“Och.” Cameron groaned, as if he could not bear to be reminded of how crude he’d been that day. “Love, I’m sorry, I should never have told you this.”
“Mayhap not at the time, but there is nothing wrong with you saying it now. And if you must know, I have thought about it often.” The heat within her became unbearable as she made the confession. “I would like to start now. It’s not fair that you should always be the one to give me pleasure.”
“I love nothing more than to give you pleasure,mo chridhe,” he interposed softly. “And seeing you come undone under my kisses.”
“I know, I love it too and I’m sure I will love seeing you come undone under mine.” With those words, she threw the covers to the floor in an impatient gesture, uncovering his naked body. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight she would never tire of. Was this man really hers and his magnificent body hers to do with what she wanted? Apparently so.
Her fingers closed around his shaft. His very hard, very eager shaft. This was not a new caress, but she had not dared do more yet. In any case, every time she’d thought she’d found the courage to finally put her lips on him, he’d distracted her by putting his on her and she had been too glad to let him lick her to dizzying heights of pleasure. But not today. Today she would do what they both wanted her to do.
“Do you still dream about me welcoming you between my ‘full, sensual’ lips? Do you still think I have the perfect mouth for sucking cock?” Why was it that saying the shocking words out loud caused heat to burst between her legs? Bethan had no idea, but it was delicious. She licked her lips suggestively, already sure of his answer.
“Bloody hell, yes, Ealasaid, I do. Your lips are pure perfection.You’repure perfection. Now. Take me in your mouth now,” he rasped, arching his back in supplication. “Please. Show me how right I was to think you were made for this.”
“Ah, but if you want me on my knees at your feet, you will have to stand up,” she purred, giving him another stroke.
He moved with impressive speed and fluidity, taking her with him. “All right. I’m up,” he said unnecessarily.
So she could see. Definitely up.
“Will you show me what you like?” she breathed, rubbing a cheek against his hip. She had a fair idea of what she was to do, but she wanted to make sure to please him.
“Whatever you choose to do I guarantee I will like,” he grunted, pulling at her shift. Unlike him, she had always been too cold to sleep naked. With luck that would change in the spring, now that she was sharing a bed with a big, brooding man. “But please, hurry,” he said, once he’d thrown her garment to the floor.
Smiling at the urgency in his voice, Bethan started to trail kisses all over his body, lingering over the places she loved the most. The smooth, rounded shoulders, the flat stomach, the soft hairs around his navel. She would never have credited it but the simple act of dropping to her knees in front of a man sent a burst of heat between her legs. Arousal spiked through her, before settling between her legs. She was going to enjoy this.
“Whatever I choose to do, you say?” she murmured, speaking against the warm skin of his thigh. The urge to bite it was overwhelming. She nipped at the skin, gently.
“Yes,” he answered in a rasp. “Anything.”
“How about this then?”
Cameron almost swallowed his tongue when the first lick over his sensitive skin sent shards of burning ice through the base of his spine. Then when Bethan wrapped her lips around the engorged head of his shaft, he lost the ability to breathe normally. Her mouth was scalding hot and so wet and soft, that he knew he would not last long.
Fascinated, he watched himself disappear between her full, sensual lips and remerge, wet and impossibly hard, before being swallowed up again. In and out, in and out, over and over again. Ah, he’d been right, she had the perfect mouth for this, and the perfect mind, bold and generous. Utterly lost to his pleasure, he fisted his hand into her hair to bring her closer to him. She glanced up at him, the connection between them adding yet another thrill to the moment. How many times had he dreamed of this? Hundreds. And yet, now that the moment had come, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to withstand it for much longer.
“Ealasaid,” he warned, “anymore of this and I will spill into your mouth.”
She hummed, an unmistakable invitation to do so. The minx! How had he not guessed she wouldn’t be shocked by his warning? Could he accept her scandalous offer? No woman had ever agreed to do that for him yet and the temptation to let go was fierce. Still one last vestige of sanity prevailed. This was the first time she’d taken a man in her mouth, he should…
Cameron tried to wrench away but she didn’t let him, grabbing the back of his thighs with surprisingly strong fingers. A series of Gaelic curses escaped his lips. If she wanted this, thenso be it. A moment later he had no other choice but to surrender. The fingers in her hair tightened. A harsh growl escaped his throat, and he bucked his hips one last time, emptying all he had into her waiting mouth.
When he finally dared to look down, Bethan was looking at him from under her lashes, the look one of perfect innocence.
Dear God, how was it possible to love someone so much?
He collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained.
“Now you won’t have to imagine me on my knees. You will be able to remember what it feels like instead,” she purred, coming to straddle him.
“Aye. Though I might need to refresh my memory from time to time.”
She smiled. “Anytime.”
“I would like nothing more than to fuck you right now, but you will have to give me a moment,” he said, glancing at his cock, lying in its nest of copper curls. It was not as limp as it could be, but still not hard enough for allowing him to plunge inside her sweetness the way they needed it. “Fortunately, I still have my mouth.”
