Riding him hard as he rode her harder, it got to be touch and go who would fly first, and he was relieved when he heard her cry out, felt her cunt clench around his cock, and he knew she’d found it.
So Dair let go and had his own, thrusting brutally and pulling her hair back harder, only for her cunt to clench tighter, and what sounded like a second orgasm took her as his cock jetted inside her and her pussy milked it dry.
As they were coming down, Blake collapsed onto her forearms, her face in his covers, and Dair moved his fingers over her hips and that beautiful ass as he stroked himself inside as long as he could.
When he was losing it, he ordered, “Stay just like that, hen.”
She turned her head on the bed in order to watch him walk to the bathroom, but like the good girl she was, she remained in position as he came back out with a wet cloth. He used it to tenderly clean her.
After he bent to kiss the skin at the small of her back, he said there, “Ye can move now, darling.”
She shifted, but only to get to her knees, turn his way and grab him by the neck to pull him in for a deep, wet, long kiss.
And…aye.
Her libido matched his.
Absolutely.
When he returned from the bathroom the second time, she was coming out of the closet wearing a silk nightie in a violet the color of her eyes.
He knew there’d be no knickers. He slept nude. He discovered she didn’t like to, so he suspected the no knickers thing was about wanting as much of his cock as she could get, including when she woke in the night hungry for him, or he did the same for her, and simply because she’d noted he liked it.
She did that, his Blake.
If he liked something, she noted it.
They both headed to the bed, but Blake did it saying, “Your phone is going again, at this hour, and I hope it isn’t something else about Signe.”
On their walk, he’d told her about the Signe and the podcast. Dec had texted the link, but Dair hadn’t bothered to look at it. He’d do it tomorrow and send it to his solicitor in case Signe needed to be reminded as to the terms of the NDA.
But he went to his phone now, surprised anyone was trying to contact him, seeing it was well past midnight.
His screen told him he had two missed calls from Ned.
This, he didn’t like.
They knew Alex and Rix arrived home safe and sound. He’d been lying in bed beside Blake as she had an hour-long conversation with her sister, listening to news about the honeymoon, and telling her not only what had happened with Helena, but that she was in Scotland with Dair.
But Alex was pregnant. She was in her first trimester, where, as he understood it, more things could go wrong.
However, why would Ned be calling him and not his eldest daughter?
And at this hour?
Ned would know the time difference. And unless it was urgent, he’d wait until the morning.
He caught Blake’s eyes as he called the man back.
“Well, hell…Dair,” Ned said as greeting.
Dair didn’t like this either.
Before Dair could reply, Ned asked, “Are you with Blake?”
“Aye, of course.”
“Did I wake you?”
