Page 57 of A Laird's Conquest

With Kat, there had been no effort involved. She simply…was.

Her small hand stretched out to caress his bare chest. She was awake, which would save him the trouble of rousing her with his tongue, not that he ever complained.

“Robbie?” she whispered. “I was wondering…”

He had a good idea what might be on her mind. Robbie flung back the blankets and moved to kneel between her thighs. He placed his hands on her knees to open her to him, then leaned forward to taste her cunny. The honeyed sweetness teased his mouth, her delicate scent filled his nostrils. He could become intoxicated from the mere aroma of her alone.

He lapped at her soft lips, then plunged his tongue as deep as he could into her snug channel.

Kat whimpered and writhed. She dug her slender fingers into his hair and clenched her hands as though to pull him closer.

He used his thumbs to part her folds, then drew the flat of his tongue from her rear hole right to her plump pleasure nubbin.

She arched under him and let out a long, low moan.

He flicked the engorged knot of sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue, first one side, then the other. Her climax was close, but he meant to make her wait. It was always better when he drew matters out, though she would plead and beg for release.

Sure enough…

“Robbie, I need… Please, now…”

He fucked her with his tongue again, occasionally sweeping the pad of his thumb across the ripe bud to remind her of what she was missing while he sank his tongue into her cunny.

Her moaning grew louder, the wriggling more frenzied. Shudders racked her slender body, and her inner muscles convulsed against his questing tongue.

It was time.

He wrapped his lips around her quivering nubbin and sucked.

Kat let out a strangled scream. He might have covered her mouth with his hand, but he was fully occupied. In any case, after one embarrassing encounter right after they returned to Roxburghe following their wedding, young Aggie Blunt now knew better than to enter their chamber without knocking and being invited in.

He continued to suckle on her while his lusty little bride thrashed and shook and whined her delight. He only let up once the frenzy abated and she loosened her grip on his hair, taking one final taste of her before peeping up into her flushed features.

“Good morning,” he murmured as he drove two fingers inside her cunny.

“Oh, dear Lord,” came her breathy reply.

“I will be satisfied wi’ a simple ‘good day, Robbie.’” He raised himself onto his knees to admire the delightful way her chest rose and fell, the perfection of her breasts, the tantalising dark brown of the curls which tickled his wrist. In the bright morning sunlight they glowed a deep chestnut colour. “Spread wide for me, lass.”

She obliged with a smile and lifted her arms to grasp his shoulders.

With a not-so-gentle rock of his hips, he buried his cock in her welcoming warmth.

“You interrupted me, my lord.”

He glanced up from lacing his boots. Kat still lay in their bed, the blankets tugged primly up to her neck. But her tangled mane showed all the signs of a decent morning’s fucking, and her lips were still cherry-red from his kisses. Robbie smiled at her and contemplated shedding his clothing again.

Alas, he could not indulge himself. He had much to do this day as they were to leave for Holyrood Palace at first light the following morning. The king’s instructions and letters for their trip to Rome must be imparted personally, and James was becoming impatient. Already two messengers had been despatched from Edinburgh to enquire as to when the earl might present himself at court.

“I interrupted ye? How so?”

“I was about to say, I was wondering about visiting some of the villagers today. I thought, before we leave…”

It was a good idea, and reasonable enough under normal circumstances. His people would expect to get to meet their new mistress, especially since after tomorrow they might be away for several weeks at least, possibly months. But these circumstances were not normal. Three men languished in slavery across the border for raising a hand to her, and who knew how many more might harbour similar murderous intent? He could not risk her being hurt again. Or worse.

“I cannae accompany ye, sweetheart. I have too much tae do afore we leave.” He had no wish to refuse her anything, but it could not always be helped, no matter how much he appreciated her efforts.

“I know that. You are busy. But I cannot just leave Roxburghe without paying my respects, passing the time of day with the women, at least. They will think me cold, and distant.”

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