She saw indecision flicker in his eyes, and smiled softly.
“Love, you see this ring?” She held up her left hand, even as her right hand reached for the front of his trousers to squeeze his hardness through the wool. “I am yours, and you are mine. My father has agreed you are a good man, and we are beginningforevertogether. Can our forever start now? Give me this, please?”
And as she squeezed, Bull groaned and lowered his mouth to hers.
Bull’s mouth claimed hers with an urgency that made her knees weak. His tongue swept past her lips, tangling with hers as his hands gripped her waist, then slid upward to cup her breasts. His cold thumbs circled her nipples, and she gasped into his mouth at the sensation.
“Fookingperfection, Rose,” he groaned against her lips. “And mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed breathlessly, arching into his hold.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, her fingers clumsy with need. She managed to get them open, shoving the fabric of trousers and smalls down his hips as she wrapped her hand around his cock. He was hard and hot in her palm, already slick at the tip, dripping for her.
“Yes,” she breathed, stroking him from root to tip. “Fook, I love touching you.”
Bull’s hips bucked into her hand as his lips trailed across her jaw, her throat. His hands roamed over her body—sliding down her back, gripping her arse, pulling her flush against him. The press of his bare chest against her breasts made her nipples tighten into hard points.
She stroked him faster, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock to spread the wetness there. His breathing grew ragged and she felt him throb in her grip.
“Need ye,” he rasped, breaking the kiss to press his forehead to hers. “I need to taste ye again.”
Before she could respond, before she could raise her lips in eager anticipation, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing,carrying her to the bed. He set her down on the edge of the mattress, then dropped to his knees before her.
Ah. A different pair of lips.
The sight of her man kneeling between her thighs, his gray eyes dark with hunger, sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her. She was already wet, could feel the slickness between her legs, but when his gaze dropped to her cunny she saw his pupils dilate.
“Spread yer legs for me.Now.”
Bull’s command sent a spike of desperation through her and Rosie obeyed, her thighs falling open, baring herself completely to him. Bull groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her knees to push them wider.
“So fooking beautiful,” he murmured. “And so wet already.”
The first stroke of his tongue made her cry out. He licked her from entrance to clitoris in one long, slow glide, and she felt her hips lift instinctively off the bed to chase his mouth.
“Bull!”
He did it again, his tongue flat and broad as he licked eagerly through her folds. The wet sounds of him tasting her filled the room, punctuated by his groans of appreciation and her mewls of appreciation.
When his tongue circled her entrance, she whimpered. “Please?—”
Bull slid his tongue inside her and the sensation made her grab for his hair. Her fingers tangled in the auburn strands, holding him in place as he worked his tongue along hercore. The feeling of being filled, even just by his tongue, was exquisite?—
But then he moved higher, and his mouth closed around her clitoris.
Rosie nearly came off the bed. The suction combined with the flick of his tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves was almost too much, and he damned well knew it. She held his head, her fingers tightening in his hair, and she felt powerful.
Here was this strong, capable man, on his knees before her, worshiping her with his mouth.
“Yes,” she gasped, unwilling to censure herself. “Just—just like that. Do not—do not stop!”
And he didn’t. His tongue circled her clitoris, then flicked over it rapidly before he sucked it into his mouth again. At the same time she felt his fingers at her entrance, and then he was sliding two inside her.
The stretch was delicious. She was so wet his fingers glided in easily, and when he curled them upward, stroking that delicate spot inside her, she moaned.
“More,” she demanded, her hips rolling against his face, fooking his face. “Please, Bull. More—now.”
He added a third finger, stretching her wider, and the burn mixed with the pleasure of his mouth on her clitoris pushed her higher. His fingers slowly pumped in and out, the wet sounds obscene, and she loved it.
