Malcolm peered down her body over her shoulder, laid out like a banquet for him. Him nearly on his back, her back pressed against his, the gentle mounds of her breasts topped with pebbled peaked pink nipples looking so very edible. And so very out of his reach.
And farther down, legs spread wide. Open for him. He slid his hand over the inside of her thigh, her muscles trembling beneath his touch. In this position, he could feel everything. Every catch of her breath, the vibration of every moan, every delicious shiver.
He lightly brushed his fingers through her curls, teasing for a moment, before dipping between her legs. Her entire body went whipcord tight, and a moan that was music to his ears fled her lips.
“Mo chridhe,” he groaned. “Ye’re so wet for me.” He glided through where she was drenched, slipping easily over her. Och, he needed to taste her. Or else he’d expire here and now. He couldn’t lie between her legs. Not with his ribs so tender. But…
He pulled away from her and rolled onto his back. “On your knees, lass. Up here.” He patted the mattress between them by his chest.
Blue irises unfocused, she knelt before him, her gaze coasting over every inch of him, settling at his cock. Her breath hitched.
Fook me.
“Straddle my face, love.”
She blinked at him, gaze clearing. Her mouth opened and closed dumbly. “I beg your pardon.”
He grinned and pulled at her thigh. “Straddle me, Lydia. I promise ye’ll like it.”
Her cheeks blazed crimson. “Oh gosh, I couldn’t.” Her eyes looked close to popping off her bonnie face, and she shook her head. She glanced down her body. “I-I’d be so exposed. So—”
“Mo chridhe,” he interrupted gently. “We don’t have to do anything ye’re not comfortable with. But believe me when I say this, I love every part of ye, and that part in particular is especially delicious.”
She wavered. He could tell she wanted it. He saw the curiosity flare in her eyes, her hips cant nearly imperceptibly toward him.
“Ye’d be bringing a fantasy to life,” he said huskily. “If ye’d sit on my face.”
Lydia drew in a deep breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.I can't believe I'm doing this.”
She straddled his head.
And Malcom was inches from heaven. “Hold on to the headboard, lass. Because I’m going to make ye go boneless.” And then he gripped her hips, pulled her to him, and finally got a taste of what he was starving for.
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Lydia
Lydia’shandstightenedonthe headboard, and her body went weak.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
All embarrassment, all nervousness, all hesitation fled, chased away by Malcolm’s wicked, sinful tongue. His large hands dug into her hips, holding her prisoner exactly where he wanted her, his tongue trailing over her.
He teased, laving over her, not dipping between her folds where she feared she’d burst from the aching need that had grown there. Because he’d already done plenty of torturous teasing on her breasts earlier. A pathetic noise pulled from her throat. She was dying with want of him.
He flattened his tongue against her, pressing in a long, slow glide, and she squirmed. The way her body needed more… She whimpered. The pleasure was nearly unbearable.
Then his tongue dipped into her folds, and she cried out, her back bowing. He delved into her and groaned, deep and long, with pure satisfaction. He thrust, shallow and not nearly enough for what her body craved. And as though he knew, he gave her what she wanted—or close to, because nothing compared to the exquisite feeling of being filled by him. One hand slid around her bottom, and he thrust his fingers inside her while his tongue danced over her clitoris in a maddening rhythm.
Lydia ground against him, rocked back against his fingers, needing more, harder, deeper. And then pressed forward again, the pulsing need at the top of her thighs demanding more attention. Her hands bit into the headboard. Her arms straining to keep herself upright as she shamelessly rode his face. But she was beyond caring. Cries fell from her lips, and his moans vibrated against her.
Her heartbeat flew like fire finally granted oxygen, bliss coursing through her veins. She bucked against him, no longer in control of her own body. Ecstasy crashed over her, and her body went up in flames. Blood thrummed in her ears, drowning out her scream. Malcom’s hands dug painfully into the flesh of her hips as his tongue continued to wrest every last bit of pleasure from her. Until it became too much, and she squirmed away, rising, her entire body heaving from the force of her breaths.
She glanced down at him, and even though she’d just found bliss, her core throbbed, clenched, demanded more. His eyes, all but black, glittered with lust, the evidence of her release glistening on his lips and chin. He looked wild. Like an animal. And he was an animal, was he not? And she, his meal. She trembled.
More, her body whispered.
He helped her shakily untangle herself from him and lie by his side. And then he drew her into a fevered kiss, and she ground into him, the taste of herself on his lips doing something unspeakable to her core. And her core was angry at having been denied what it truly wanted.
