Page 70 of The Scot is Hers
“Ye’re going to like this,” he murmured with a grin that sent electrifying anticipation spiraling through her.
She didn’t get a chance to answer as his wicked, velvet tongue stroked along her folds.
Giselle cried out, biting her lower lip to keep from doing so again at the intense pleasure. Any sound from her would bring those searching for them running, and the wanton noises she wanted to make as he stroked up and down would surely alert them to exactly what was happening.
Giselle let go of the coverlet with one hand to thrust it through Alec’s hair, wanting to grip tight to him, to encourage more of the breathtaking pleasure that was taking her into the heights of heaven.
Alec’s hold on her arse—his tongue stroking, driving her mad with thrilling swirls over the very heat of her—enflamed a craving inside her that threatened to burst.
She bit the inside of her cheek hard, gasping unevenly through her nose, whimpers pushing past her lips as he increased his speed. She writhed with every lash of his tongue. Her thighs trembled; her hips rolled.
The little whimpers she’d tried to hold in turned to cries of earnest, begging him for more, for the release that was promised on the other end of this rapturous torment.
Every stroke and flick of his tongue had her climbing higher and higher until she feared tumbling over the edge as much as she wanted it. Her pelvis thrust forward, seeking more of what he gave. More pleasure, more everything. Her head was thrown back against the pillows, and she considered for a moment putting them over her face to stifle her cries of pleasure. A palm slipped from beneath her derriere, fingers edging to her pulsing core, and then he glided one inside of her. She tilted her hips, arched her back and moaned. Another finger dipped inside, stretching her most deliciously.
“I want ye to finish on my tongue, love. Let go.”
And then she was there, her body obeying his demand. All of the pleasure that piled on top of itself until it had built a tower to the heavens exploded. Every inch of her skin on fire and pulsing as her body shook with ecstasy.
Alec nuzzled her until the waves of bliss subsided, leaving her thighs shaking. The wicked curl of her lips as he caught her staring made her laugh in both surprise and delight.
“Ye were right. I did like that.”
He chuckled softly, then kissed the inside of her thigh. “I do no’ think I’ll ever get used to watching ye break apart like that.”
“I will happily do so again and again.”
Alec chuckled, the sound causing her skin tingle all the more. He climbed over her, the roughness of his kilt scratching her inner thighs and making her shudder. She reached for his belt, loosening it until his kilt unraveled, revealing the hard shaft she’d unwittingly gripped onto before.
That swollen appendage fell heavy against her belly, proud in its glory as it pointed toward her. Before, she thought she might be unnerved by his nakedness, but she was only captivated. She reached for him, this time curious about if she could make him feel the same way he made her feel. The skin was soft, heavy, firm. She gripped him, and Alec groaned.
“Be gentle with me, lass. I’m so close to the edge.”
The edge... She’d been there moments ago. Teetering on the cliff, as she’d been before he lifted her out of the mud. They were there to lift each other up, to hold on. To bring them back to life—and to take each other to earth-shattering bliss. She wanted him to feel that same awakening. Even as she touched him, she felt her insides flutter, the beginning stirrings of need returned, or had they ever fully left her?
“Och, lass, do no’ make me wait,” he groaned. “I want to be inside ye.”
Alec gripped her bottom, his cock resting over her most sensitive place, giving her another thrill of pulsing need. Her legs instinctively circled his waist. He rested on an elbow, his mouth on hers, his warm, thick shaft sliding with scorching pleasure at her center. But he didn’t enter her. Instead, he rubbed back and forth. Taking his time tormenting them both.
“Please,” she begged, elevating her hips, knowing instinctively that the delicious ache inside her would only go away with the joining of the two of them together.
“Are ye certain?” he asked. “We have no’ gone far enough yet that ye couldn’t—”
“I’m yours,” she said, cutting off his words. There was no going back. “Forever.”
“Aye, my love, forever. Nothing is going to come between us ever again.” Alec sealed his vow with a scorching kiss, one that branded her his for life.
As he kissed her, his hand crept between their two bodies, and he took hold of his shaft, skimming it through her folds until he came to the entrance. He hesitated a moment, and she thought he might ask her again if she was sure. Giselle slanted her hips, pushing against his cock, giving him permission. Alec eased inside, going slowly and gently. The stretch of her body accommodating him stung, but the caress of his tongue on hers, the groan of pleasure in his throat, increased her excitement enough that she barely felt the pain.
Buried inside her, he stilled and broke their kiss. “How does it feel?” Concern knitted his brows.
“Wonderful.” The weight of his body on hers, the feel of him inside her—it was exactly what she’d been craving. Uncomfortable at first, but only for a few breaths before the passion and desire building inside her returned with a vengeance.
“Thank God because ye feel so good.”
Giselle grinned up at him, amazed at how their two bodies could fit so well together and at the pleasure they were able to give one another. Her fingers danced over his shoulder to his neck, curling around the nape and threading into his hair as she gently urged him down to kiss her.
Alec pressed his lips to hers, his tongue dipping in to tangle with hers. They kissed, bodies still until she could barely stand it, and she wiggled beneath him. She moaned at the new sensations that undulated from within her and shifted again, this time angling her hips even closer.
