Page 34 of To Serve a Laird
Claire obeyed, and Iain began to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. When he had undone enough of them, he pushed the sleeves down over her shoulders, then slid his hands down inside the garment to cup her breasts in both hands.
Claire gasped as Iain’s thumbs gently circled her nipples, causing a jet of sweet sensation to shoot straight to her core. His big hands were infinitely gentle, and Claire leaned her head back against his neck, moaning with delight. She heard him breathing and felt him smiling against her.
“Good?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling next to her ear.
“So good,” Claire breathed.
Gently, Iain turned her around to face him then kissed her again, this time slowly and tenderly, sliding the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders as he did so. He unlaced her chemise so that her breasts were bare and open to his view, and he feasted his eyes on them.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
He lowered his mouth to one of Claire’s sensitive peaks, circling it with his tongue tip before suckling it for a few seconds, then scraping it gently with his teeth. Meanwhile, he teased the other breast with his thumb and forefinger before switching sides, and Claire cried out in pure delight as bolts of heavenly sensation shot down to her core.
She plunged her hands into Iain’s thick black hair to stop him raising his head because she wanted him to stay where he was forever.
When he had finished teasing her, Iain stood up straight and looked at Claire with a strange expression in his eyes. He was unsure if she would enjoy what he wanted to do next, but there was only one way to find out.
He backed her up until she was against the desk of the elaborate library, then lifted her onto it, smiling wickedly as hedid so. He pushed her skirt up to her hips and spread her legs apart, and her first instinct was to try to close them again.
“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling a little afraid.
“Nothing you won’t like,” he assured her, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “But if you want me to stop, tell me and I will, Claire, I promise. I would never do anything without your consent.”
With that, he knelt before her, then, starting at her knees, he placed tiny, tender kisses up one leg all the way to the top of her thighs to her drawers, then switched sides.
Then he gently pulled off her drawers and dropped them onto the floor before looking up at her again. “Do you trust me, Claire?” he asked, placing another kiss on her inner thigh.
Claire could only whimper and nod in answer, almost losing her mind from the anticipation. Iain dipped his head down to her sex, which was hot, wet and ready for him.
Claire jumped, startled, as she felt Iain’s tongue sweep once, twice, three times through her folds, then she cried out as she felt first one of his fingers, then two, push inside her. Her flesh was stretching, but it was delightful, not painful, and as he began to thrust in and out, in and out in a regular rhythm, Claire felt herself begin to tense in anticipation—of what?
She jumped as she felt Iain’s tongue swirling around the most sensitive part of her body, then something else was happening, something the likes of which she had never felt before.
She had educated herself on the matter of sexual satisfaction, but she had never imagined it would feel like this. Iain was nibbling, suckling and licking the nub of flesh that was the tenderest, most sensitive part of her body.
As he worked his magic, Claire felt as though she was being tortured in a way that was almost unbearably sweet. Thisbeautiful man was not only pleasuring her, he was taking her to heaven.
When he removed his fingers from inside her and replaced them with his tongue, Claire felt wanton and wicked, as if she was indulging in something forbidden, completely taboo, and yet she was revelling in it. If this was bad, then she never wanted to be good again!
A moment later, her resolution was confirmed as she felt a wave of indescribable pleasure sweeping over her, starting at her core and spreading to every nerve ending in her body. She cried out again, then Iain stood up and kissed her, letting her taste her own moisture on his lips.
Claire’s whole body was quivering, and when she looked up into Iain’s eyes, they were shining with an emotion she had never seen before.
“Good?” he asked huskily, looking down into Claire’s face, which was a study in amazement.
“Wonderful,” she said breathlessly. She waited a few moments, then asked, “And what can I do for you, my Laird?”
She reached forward and touched the front of his kilt, where the bulge of his arousal was still visible. Then, without waiting for an answer, Claire slid from the desk to stand in front of him, then she knelt down and pulled up his kilt, to see the hard shaft of his manhood.
When Claire felt the skin on Iain’s shaft, she was surprised to find it as soft as velvet, but the slightest touch of her hand was enough to make it twitch and consequently make Iain tremble.
Iain gasped as Claire took hold of him. It had been so long since a woman had touched him, and he could hardly remember how glorious it was. He felt Claire’s fingers grasping him firmly, then she began to pump him up and down, making him moan with rising delight as she worked him towards a climax.
He groaned, thrusting his hips forward, then Claire did the last thing he expected as she closed her lips around his mouth and began to suck him. He joined both hands around her head, urging her on, faster and harder until the pleasure inside him peaked and became impossible to sustain.
“Oh, god, Claire! Don’t stop… Don’t… Aaah!” he cried, as he pulled out of her mouth and spilled his seed away from her.
Claire stood up, smiling with satisfaction that she had managed to give him what he gave her in return.
