He leaned over to touch his mouth to hers. Her lips parted for him. The hot silk of their kiss slid down his spine. He looked into her eyes, running a possessive hand over her, memorizing her giving abundance. Storing her sweetness for the dark travails ahead.
Her rose scent lured him to the curve of her neck, then the deep valley between her big, rounded tits. He cupped her bounty with both hands, squeezing as he paid tribute to her nipples, circling the blushing areola with his tongue. She wriggled as he tasted the smoothness of her belly. He kissed behind her knees, her toes, relishing her giggles of surprise.
Then he made a space for himself between her thighs. He parted her cinnamon curls, blowing softly on her glistening flesh. Her hips jerked, and satisfaction flooded him. So sensitive, his Maggie.
He spread her with his thumbs. Ran his tongue along her exposed cleft. She was spicy and plump, like a pear poached in mulled wine.
“You are delicious, Maggie mine.” The first time he’d uttered the endearment, he’d known that it was perfect for her. “I could eat you all day.”
She moaned his name; who was he to resist a siren’s call?
He dove into her feminine depths. Lapping, stroking, savoring her. He found her bold little bud, lashing it with his tongue. Her thighs stiffened, yet he held her spread.
“Come for me,” he crooned. “Let your cunny cream against my tongue.”
His wicked words had the desired effect. Her fingers dug into his shoulders; she gasped as her essence gushed into his mouth. By God, she was sweet, giving him everything.
Being a greedy bastard, he wanted more. He screwed his tongue into her channel. He thrust as deeply as he could go, her pulsating pinkness driving him wild.
He raised his head, gritted out, “Maggie mine, I want to be inside you.”
“I want it too.” Her face flushed, she bit her lip. “But the consequences…”
“I brought a prophylactic.”
Her brow wrinkled. She looked adorably befuddled. “A what?”
“A preventative measure. I’ll be right back.” Placing a kiss on her plush thigh, he went to fetch the item that he’d sworn never again to be without in her presence.
Returning to the bed, he showed her the white tube with red strings dangling at the open end. “It’s a sheath made of sheep gut. It catches my seed so that it cannot take root inside you.”
Her eyes lit with the new knowledge. She breathed, “Why didn’t you mention this sheath before?”
“Darling,” he said, smothering a laugh, “I haven’t had the opportunity. We’ve made love in a cave and in my study. I may be a rake, but even I’m not that prepared.”
Her brows arched. “You brought it with youthistime.”
“Touché.” He tweaked her nose. “After the delightful session in my study, I vowed to have the necessary precautions on my person any time I’m with you. Call it wishful thinking. You have a way of arousing my optimism.”
“Not just your optimism.” Her gaze slid to his erection. The randy beast was rearing, the engorged tip nudging his navel.
“I want to be inside you,” he said earnestly, “but only if you want it as well. There are many ways to make love, Maggie mine, and I’ll have you any way I can. I’m the luckiest bastard to be here with you; I know that.”
Her lashes swept up; her emerald eyes searched his.
Then her hand shot out, his breath hissing from him when her fingers circled his shaft. A quick study, his Maggie. She frigged him like he’d taught her the last time: firmly, from root to tip. Then again, her touch was perfect simply because it was hers.
His hands planted on the mattress behind him, his neck arching as she used her other hand to cup his bollocks. She squeezed, and the gentle pressure pushed pre-seed up his burgeoned shaft.
“You make me so bloody hard,” he said raggedly.
“And wet.” Her lips had a knowing curve as she rubbed her thumb over his slick cockhead.
Watching her delicately play with his raging meat caused more pearly liquid to seep out.
“Wetness is a good thing. It makes the sheath more comfortable.” At her inquisitive look, he explained, “The added lubrication feels good for me. As if I’m inside you and there is no barrier between us.”
“Oh.” Her brows drew together. “The wetter you are, the better?”
