Page 40 of Draped in Plaid
Leaning close, his breath tickled my ear, sending warm shivers down my spine, as he said, “I want to take ye… In your forbidden place…” He slid his fingers along the crack of my ass. “Here.”
I whimpered, nodded, moaned, “Aye,” before I’d even thought about it.
Rory and I had never donethatbefore. And beyond a bungled attempt in college, the experience had never been a pleasurable one for me, but I wanted to. I wanted him,there. Everything Rory did to me, every time he touched me, set me on fire.
I rolled my hips back, urging him to take me, to thrust deep inside my forbidden place. To claim me in the one way he’d never done so before.
“Och,mo chridhe, ye’ll have me undone.”
His knuckles scraped over my ribs to my hips, and then he lowered himself behind me. Cupping my ass, he massaged me, spread my legs wider. Fingers slid around my inner thigh, toward my clit, where he rubbed in a slow, tantalizing circle, his lips skimming over the bottom curve of my behind.
“I swear I’ve never seen an arse as perfect as yours.” He squeezed a little harder, rubbed my clit a little faster, his tongue slicking down the crack of my ass.
I shivered, moaned, unable to form a thought, unable to answer beyond a deliciously tormented whimper. I’d never been this turned on before. I felt it in every pore. There was not one inch of my skin that didn’t burn with a fever of desire.
Rory shifted further, twisting between my thighs, and then I felt his tongue replace his fingers on my clit as he stroked me. He flicked his tongue, fluttered it. Driving me wild. I writhed against his face, wanting more and more and more.
Oh, it felt so good, that heated velvet. The torment he put me through. The slide of his finger into my wet center… The gentle ministrations, languid enough that I was antsy on my feet. I shifted my hips faster and faster in hopes of encouraging his tongue to pick up speed. But he didn’t. In fact, I think he went slower. Purposefully prolonging his sexual torture.
All I could do was gasp, cry out, moan.
Just before I came, he pulled his fingers from my sex and stilled his tongue. I gasped at the sudden ceasing of ministrations, my body throbbing. “Rory…”
“Ye want it, love. Tell me how much.” His fingers slid back up toward my ass, the pad of one toying with my forbidden hole.
I rocked back against him, letting him press the tip, slick with my need, inside.
“If you stop again I’ll die.”
Rory chuckled, the vibration between my thighs enough to send a pulse of ecstasy coursing through me. As he slowly pushed the finger within me, he flicked his tongue faster over my clit. My movements, wanting to grind against his face, wanting to impale myself on his finger, grew frenzied. And then he was knuckle deep and working me in way that made me see stars.
I came hard, thighs squeezing around his face, ass clenching to his finger. I rode his face, his hand, until the waves of rapture subsided, and yet, my body still thrummed with need.
Rory stood behind me, sliding his hard body against mine.
“Can ye handle more?” he asked against my ear, biting my earlobe.
“I can handle it all,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Please. Now.”
“I need to get it wet first.” He gripped his cock, notching it at the entry to my sex and he surged forward, groaning as he thrust to the hilt.
Rory’s head fell against my shoulder and he gently nipped me.
“Ye feel so good. I love being inside ye.” Withdrawing from my core, he slid his cock through my crack, wetting my forbidden place before thrust deep inside my sex again.
“So good…” I whimpered, clutching to the chains on the wall, glad to have there to steady me.
He plunged swiftly, deeply inside me a few more times, before suddenly retreating, leaving me feeling empty, hungry, my clit throbbing.
“Are ye ready for me?” he asked. His voice was deep, guttural, filled with a hungry desire that made me quake.
“Very.”
Velvet heat touched my ass, and I realized his tongue was at work again, only this time on that forbidden place. He spread me wide with his hands, his tongue spearing my secret parts. My fists tightened on the chains. I was so close to coming, I could barely stand. And then he was standing behind me again, the head of his cock pressed to the place I so badly wanted him to deflower.
Slowly he inched forward, his fingers roving over my folds and massaging my clit as he went. It felt so good, a sweet sting that I wanted more. I pressed back against him.
“Shh… Slowly, love… I dinna want to hurt ye.” He kissed my jaw, drawing in a deep breath as he eased in a little more. “Your arse is so tight, squeezing me like a delicious vise. Are ye all right?”
