Page 68 of A Dash of Scot
He leaned down, his weight on an elbow. The heat of her sex cradled his shaft, and he groaned with pleasure. He laid claim with a kiss, unable to keep his mouth from hers any longer. At first, he thought to distract himself from what he wanted, which was to bury himself deep inside her, but this kiss… Her kiss did anything but distract. It only made him want her more. With their bodies pressed tight, all he had to do was shift an inch or two, and then he’d be notched and ready to drive home.
Tremors passed through him as she stroked a path up and down his back, gripping his shoulders, her thighs tightening at his hips. Making love to Poppy was turning out to be a whole new experience. Perhaps love did that. Perhaps it was Poppy herself.
One thing he was certain of was that he couldn’t go on like this, or he was liable to lose all control. He needed her to find her pleasure before he got to the breaking point, and there was one way he knew she would enjoy.
Dougal kissed his way down her body, nudged her thighs apart when she tried to close them and gave a subtle shake of his head. “I’m going to taste ye, love.”
And then he did, lowering himself to her delicious softness. Poppy gasped and clenched her thighs, her hands fisting in his hair.
Dougal teased, probed, licked, sucked. Poppy’s soft whimpers grew to full-out cries of pleasure. With his thumbs, he opened her more, tasting, devouring. God, she was Heaven. Wet heat and feminine decadence. He suckled the taut nub of flesh that pulsed and flicked his tongue over it again and again, making love to her with his mouth.
Poppy’s thighs shook, and she clenched tighter, lifting her hips higher. From her pants and moans, he sensed she was close, and Dougal increased his pace.
She cried out as her body broke apart in a climax that had her quaking against him, thighs clenching, legs shaking.
Dougal grinned. “I love watching ye find your pleasure.”
“And you’re so…good at giving it to me.”
Dougal chuckled as he slid up her body until their lips were touching once more. “I’m going to give ye more.”
“I want all of you.” Poppy lifted her thighs around his hips, her hands dancing up his arms.
Dougal tilted his hips, notching his cock at the entrance of her slick heat.
“This may pinch,” he said.
“I know. I’m not scared.”
“I’m sorry,” he said as he inched his way slowly inside her exquisitely tight channel.
Poppy didn’t cry out in pain, but she stiffened as he went. He kissed her, stroked her, trying to ease the discomfort of his passage until he was fully inside her, surrounded by her snug heat.
“Are ye all right?” His voice came out a croak as he gazed down at her, trying to judge how she felt. At the same time, he tried not to breathe, knowing if he wasn’t careful, he was one thrust away from the release of his life.
“I’m fine, better than fine,” she murmured, moving to kiss him.
That was all the reassurance he needed. He claimed her mouth, kissing her with deep promise. He didn’t withdraw right away but rather pressed and pressed, rotating his hips to try and spark pleasure from her, to get her used to his girth.
When she responded eagerly, tilting her hips into his, Dougal withdrew, then eased back inside with torturous slowness. Poppy moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into his back, and he withdrew again, only this time he plunged back inside, some of the control he had slipping. He had wanted to go slow. Wanted to make their pleasure last… But her enthusiasm and his desire won out.
He gritted his teeth and charged ahead, thrusting over and over, her body clenching around his. A climax was on the brink of her horizon.
“Oh, Dougal,” she gasped. “I think… Oh!”
She convulsed beneath him, and he was lost. Pleasure radiated from the base of his spine and surged outward in a powerful explosion of the most exquisite rapture, and he let out a growl that echoed in the ancient bedchamber.
Dougal collapsed against her, then rolled to the side, pulling her with him. His breaths came in hard pants, and his mind raced from what had happened. He’d made love dozens, hundreds of times. But this…this had been earth-shattering.
“Poppy.” He kissed her lightly on the shoulders, then her lips.
“Dougal.”
“Did I hurt ye?”
“Quite the opposite. I want to do it again.”
Dougal grinned. “I am happy to do it as many times as ye like.”
