Fyfe guided me over him.
I felt his tongue thrust into me, and my back bowed as I gripped the headboard and undulated into his hungry exploration. Just like the dream, his fingers were bruising on my hips as my pants and cries for more filled the bedroom. His tongue was magical, licking and fucking and sucking until I was mindless with need.
I shattered and Fyfe pulled me harder on his mouth, voraciously eating up every second of my orgasm. Before I could catch my breath, Fyfe had me flat on my back, kissing me. His kiss was surprisingly slow, exploring, our tongues tangling. We tasted of each other. Possessiveness roared through me as I crushed my breasts to his hard chest, needing to be closer, needing more, deeper, harder. Fyfe’s hands roamed my body as we kissed, squeezing, caressing, and claiming.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze lowered to my breasts.
“Such beautiful tits, Eilidh, sweetheart.” His voice was gruff. “That night at your flat, your nipples were hard. I wanted to take them in my mouth and suck until you begged me to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes.” I wanted that. I wanted that so badly. I arched my back, my nipples pebbling, eager for his mouth. When his thumbs brushed them, I shuddered.More, more, more.
“At the wedding, when we kissed … I was ready to fuck you against the wall,” he confessed hoarsely. “Never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
My hips squirmed with need at his words, at the way he rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. His gaze was curious, as if he was learning my body, my reactions, my likes and loves. Then he bent his head and covered my right nipple with his mouth and I cried out as sensation scored down my belly and my clit pulsed.
That was new!
“Oh!” My back arched off the bed.
Fyfe made a pleased sound as his other hand dipped between us, his thumb finding my clit.
I jerked at his touch, on sensory overload as he tugged ruthlessly at my nipple, scraping his teeth over it.
The tension coiled tight in my womb and I dug my fingers into his strong shoulders as he moved his mouth to my left breast and treated my other nipple to the same. He raised his head to watch me as he pressed two fingers inside me. We gasped together as he finger-fucked me, his way eased considerably by my arousal.
“Fyfe, Fyfe … oh god, yes …”
He bowed his forehead against mine. “Your pussy’s so wet. I can’t … I can’t believe how wet you are. For me.”
“I need you.” My fingers bit into his waist. “I need you inside me.”
“I need that too,” he promised. “But you’re going to come again first.” He circled my clit with his thumb.
I shattered, crying out his name as I came, shuddering against him as he licked and kissed my breasts until I was nothing but pleasure-melted goo on the mattress.
Again, he gave me no chance to recover. Fyfe’s kisses turned demanding, harder, needful. He reached blindly across me, cursing as he had to break the kiss to open the bedside cabinet. He pulled out a condom, and I was shaking with want as I watched him roll it on. The man had barely secured himself when he was pushing inside me. I wrapped my thighs around him as he braced himself over me and thrust deeper. Needing more, I pushed against his chest. “Sit up.”
He sat back, our bodies still locked as I came with him, straddling him, my knees to the mattress, my arms wrapped tight around his neck. Our chests pressed together, I rocked my hips over him.
We moaned against each other’s lips before our mouths met fully as I rose again and came down. I clung to his shoulders, flooded with feeling. The overwhelming fullness of him inside me, the hard grip he had on my ass while his other hand squeezed and molded my breast with just the right amount of pressure. I leaned back, breaking the kiss, but only so his cock thrust into me at the most delicious angle. Only so I could watch him. I moved slowly, building toward an exquisite orgasm.
I moved beneath Fyfe’s awed gaze, watching the way his nostrils flared as he lingered on my breasts, on the way his eyes dropped to watch me ride him. He gripped me tight, urging me on; his jaw clenched as the heat between us increased. Our gazes locked and everything passed between us.
Connected.
Totally connected.
Not just physically.
My orgasm hit me, and I came around him, my stomach muscles rippling with the release, my inner muscles squeezing him tight.
Fyfe cursed under his breath and pushed me back on the bed mid orgasm. He lifted my hips, gripping them as he knelt between my legs and began to fuck me.
Hard.
Sensation scored through me and I didn’t know if it was another orgasm or if he’d just extended the last. Whatever it was, I almost blacked out as incredible pleasure exploded through me.
Thirty-Six
