He grinned, a secretive smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Baby, do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you riding my face?”
“Seriously?”
“But to be fair, I’ve pretty much fantasized about taking you in every sexual position known to man.”
I shivered, sliding my arms around his neck. “Well, that’s a lot of positions to get through. We should probably get started.”
Thirty-Five
EILIDH
Somehow we made it to his bedroom.
Facing each other. Breathing hard. Me naked. Him still fully clothed.
Fyfe whipped his T-shirt off first. Then his socks. His eyes never left mine as he pushed his joggers and boxers down his legs. He was impressively hard as he kicked himself free of his clothing. He stood before me, at ease with his own nakedness (as he should be), and I devoured him with my gaze. So muscular. So strong. His happy trail led to the cock that strained toward his stomach. Thick and throbbing, precum glistening at the tip. His thighs were crafted with hard work and martial arts, his calf muscles popping as he shifted on his feet.
Beautiful, beautiful man.
But I’d thought so even when he was a skinny nerd.
I’d never loved any man I’d slept with. No one had told me how different it would feel. How heightened.
How much more of a turn-on it was.
The possessiveness I’d experience and how carnal that need was.
Fyfe swallowed hard as his gaze dropped down my naked body. I’d never been body conscious. Thank God because I’d had to show my breasts and naked arse on telly. But I’d also never felt sexier than I did as Fyfe Moray looked his fill. His cock strained harder and he licked his lips. When his dark eyes met mine, there was raw need in them. But I also recognized tenderness.
I approached Fyfe slowly and his eyes fell to my breasts, his hands flexing as my tits bounced with the movement. Feeling smug, I pressed close to him, his erection hot against my skin. I moaned, smoothing my palms over his sculpted pecs. Fyfe thrummed with tension, but he held still for me as I explored.
Lightly trailing my fingertips over his skin, I memorized the contours of his chest, my thumbs stroking over his hard nipples. His abdominal muscles flexed under my touch. I brushed my lips over a nipple and he groaned my name.
I teased his other nipple as my hands coasted up his chest and along his strong shoulders and down his arms. Then I kissed lower, soft, wet kisses down his six-pack.
“Eilidh, fuck, where are you going?”
I followed his happy trail with my mouth and lowered to my knees until I was eye level with his cock.
“Eilidh? Baby, fuck, okay, yes, yes, yes.” His groan was long and deep as I took him between my lips. My hands rested on his outer thighs, giving me stability as I eagerly explored him. My tongue learned as much of him as I could, considering I couldn’t fit all of him into my mouth. “Eilidh, look at me.”
I looked up, breathing through my nose to swallow him deeper. Our eyes locked and he slid his fingers into my hair, his expression taut with pleasure. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gasped.
I began to suck, bobbing my head so my mouth slid excruciatingly slowly up and down his length. Sucking hard, likehe was a lollipop, I smoothed my hands over his arse as his breathing grew shallow.
Curse words and pleas fell from his lips in mutters and groans, and I could feel the tension in his arse as he tried not to fuck my mouth. I sucked harder.
He let out a shout and came without warning. I released him.
Laughing softly, I reached for his T-shirt to wipe up the mess he’d made of my chin and chest.
“Right. Your turn again.” He swept me off the floor like I weighed nothing and settled us on the bed, him flat on his back, me straddling him.
My dream returned to me.
I couldn’t believe it was coming to life.
My legs trembled with anticipation. I smiled at his smug smirk as I raised my hips over his face.
