I won’t, though.
Not if she wants me half as much as I want her right now. She’s fidgeting, rubbing her hands together and looking around at the art on the walls, the white linen drapes moving with the breeze coming through the open windows, anywhere but at me.
Lifting the heavy, silky mass of hair from her neck, I kiss her there, then again on her shoulder.
“Do ye want to play a game with me?”
She looks up, brow raised. “And what sort of game are ye thinking of?”
“Hmmm… one where we’re well and truly married.” I kiss down the smooth slope of her cheekbone. “Where we celebrate our wedding night exploring each other. Nothing else. No demands. No outside family or complications.” There’s a strange sort of relief on her face that almost undoes me. “You’ve had to be so strong, my Cat. Let me take care of ye.”
Her fingers rub the sleeve of my shirt, before her hand slides inside, tracing the lines of my chest. “Only if I get to take care of ye as well.”
“Is that a yes, lass?”
Her green eyes glimmer in the low light from the lamps. “Aye.”
“Thank god,” I whisper before I capture her face in my hands and kiss her mouth, kiss her properly for the first time in three years. The taste of her lips and tongue are sweet from the honeyed fruit at dinner and her own essence. My dick hardens instantly, remembering how much sweeter she tastes below the waist.
“I remember every inch of your skin, the feel of your heartbeat, that little shudder ye have when ye come…” I drawl, dropping to my knees and running my tongue between her breasts, popping open the delicate buttons until she’s bared to the waist.
“Who knew…” She laughs breathlessly. “Who knew that my laconic, reserved bodyguard was such a wonderfully filthy talker in bed?”
My hands slide under her dress, pulling it upas my hands run over the smooth skin of her thighs until I deliver a quick bite to the soft seam between her leg and my ultimate goal, her fluttering pussy.
“Oh!”
Her fingers slide into my hair, grabbing handfuls and hugging it. When a groan tears from my lips, she pulls it again, experimentally, harder. My hand moves to the small of her back, bracing her and pulling her against my mouth.
“Your wee undies are already slick,” I hiss, running my tongue along the wet ribbon of flesh between her legs, and the thin fabric is no barrier. Sliding my arm under her knee, I lift her leg over my shoulder, putting my other hand behind her back to keep her balanced. “We should get them out of the way, aye?”
A startled squeal bursts from her when I tear them loose with my teeth, the fabric ripping like wet tissue paper and her thigh tightens desperately around my head. Flattening my tongue, I give her long, cat-like licks, loving the feel of her lips spreading for me, the warm scent of her, earthy.
Pointing my tongue, I leisurely circle it around her swollen clit, around and around until her leg shakes and she’s swaying slightly, her strong thighs trying to balance.
“Onto the bed, sweet lass.” Lifting her is easy, sending her back against the countless pillows that fly in every direction. She giggles, it’s a rare sound from her, green eyes bright and unguarded. As I massage her lower back, I search her face for any discomfort. “Does anything hurt?”
Now, her expression clouds. “I’m no bauchle, no weakling!” She tries to sit up and I push her back onto the bed with my hand on her breasts.
“Ach, darlin’…” I rub my stubbled chin between her legs, loving feeling her muscles tighten, how her pussy gets softer. “I dinnae say ye were weak. I’m still gonna hurt ye.” I chuckle against her skin as her stomach goes flat, her breath drawn in tight.
“Push ye somewhere between too much and not enough.” I suckle her clit hard between my lips, just grazing it with my teeth as she writhes against my face. “I’m still gonna stretch ye, make ye sore. Get every fecking inch of me stuffed inside ye, even if I have to tear ye in half to get it there. And you’re gonna love every second of it, aren’t ye, my bad girl. My good girl. Mydirtylittle girl?”
“A Dhia!”Cat gasps, “I dinnae think I could still be shocked at this point in my life.” Her fingers thread through my hair, yanking it again as her other hand grips my shoulder. “Ye filthy thing. Ilove it…”
She draws out the word ‘love’ blissfully, and I want to hear it again. About me. Said to me.
“Lucas.” She licks her lips, grinding against my mouth. “I want ye inside me now.”
I flutter my tongue along her pussy before stabbing it inside her. “Beg for it, then. Beg me.”
Ach. She dinnae like that, my proud lass. Her hips are still moving, though, thighs tight around me like she’s feart I’ll pull away.
“Say it, Cat. Beg me.”
An angry little noise comes from between gritted teeth and she glares at me. Surging up over her, I rub my cock against her, the zipper on my pants near to taking the skin off me. “Just say please, and I’ll make ye feel so good.” She cries out desperately as I rub harder on the downstroke, pressing on her throbbing clit.
“Please,Lucas.” It’s torn from her, so pretty and needy. “Please, I need ye inside me, please.”
