As his lips brushed over the second one, his hand slid between her legs, fingers parting her aching folds, stroking through her wetness.
Oh my—my gooey poo-nuggets!
He nuzzled her neck as two fingers slid inside her, curling upward, and she cried out, her hips rocking forward as she tightened her hold on his hair. His thumb found herclitoris, circling it in slow, deliberate movements that made her buck against his hand.
“That’s it,” he praised, lifting his head to watch her face. “Ride my fingers. Take what ye need.”
He was doing it again, bringing her pleasure without allowing any himself. Selfless, again. All Rosie could do was stroke his skin as she followed his command, rolling her hips and chasing the pressure building inside her.
And then he withdrew his hand, and she whimpered at the loss.
“Bull—”
He kissed his way down her stomach, tongue circling her navel, teeth nipping at her hip bone. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, and she felt his breath against her most intimate place.
Yes.
She’d read about this, but never dreamed…Yes.
“Lift yer knees for me, Rose.”
She obeyed without thinking, her devotion to him an instinct, and Bull hooked his arms under her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders. The position opened her completely to him and she felt exposed, vulnerable—and absolutely desperate for his mouth.
The first stroke of his tongue along her folds made her cry out.
Oh dear God?—
He licked her slowly, thoroughly, as if savoring the taste of her. His tongue circled her entrance, once, twice, athrobbingly sweet third time, then slid inside, and she felt him moan against her flesh.
“Fook, ye taste good,” he groaned, the vibration of his voice adding to the sensations. “Could eat yer sweet cunny all day.”
His tongue found her clitoris, flicking over it, and she gasped as her body shuddered. Her hands abandoned their stroking to fly to his hair, gripping the damp strands as he licked and sucked, pulling him closer—as if he could be closer. He alternated between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on that bundle of nerves, driving her higher and higher.
When he slid two fingers inside her, she was already so wet they glided in easily. He pumped them slowly, curling them forward to stroke that spot that made her see stars.
“More,” she gasped, yanking at his hair. “Bull, I need?—”
Rosiefelthim grin against her skin as he added a third finger, stretching her with a burn that was exquisite. She welcomed it, rolling her hips to take him deeper.
Yes.
“That’s my good lass,” he praised against her folds, his voice rough. “Taking my fingers so well. Ye’re going to come on my tongue, love. And I’m going to lap you all up.”
His mouth closed around her clitoris, providing gentle pressure as his fingers thrust inside her. Rosie could hear the wet sounds of him working her, could feel his hips rocking against the mattress in the same rhythm, beating the same time. The realization that he was humping the bed, he was so aroused by pleasuring her, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
They were together, properly together as she had always dreamed, and yet so far—she wanted him inside her and yet he was, his fingers, his oh-so-clever tongue…
He was moving in rhythm with his fingers, as if mimicking what he wanted to do with her, and she was already close to desperate tears.Yes!Yes! She wanted him,neededhim…and he needed her as well.
The bed continued to rock from his movements, as he withdrew his tongue—but just for a moment.
“Come for me, Rose,” Bull commanded, his lips brushing against her sensitive flesh. “Soak my face. Now. I want to feel ye come apart.”
His tongue focused on her clitoris, licking in quick, firm strokes as his fingers stroked her inner muscles.
And then…and then.
His lips closed over her bud just as he slid afourthfinger inside her. She was stretched wide now, open for all of him, his fingers mimicking his cock as his hips ground against the mattress and his free hand reached up and pinched her nipple. And that, all of that, all of him more than any one thing, sent her over the edge.
