"Ye're still clothed," he points out."Thought ye were stripping me bare."
"All in good time."I climb back on top of him and settle my hips over his."I'm gonna savor this, licking and stroking your dick until you beg me to ride you like a naughty cowgirl."
I catch his wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of his head."I said I'm in charge, remember?"
"Aye, but it's getting harder to follow yer rules."He bucks his hips upward, and the hard ridge of his cock presses into me through the thin fabric of our remaining clothes.
I lean over until my lips hover no more than an inch away from mine."You need to learn the value of patience, Kirk."
"Never been good at that," he hisses, straining against my grip.
I release his wrists and lower my mouth to capture his lips in a kiss that begins at a leisurely pace but swiftly becomes steamy and desperate.He coils his tongue around mine repeatedly while the taste of whisky lingers on my lips and the scent of my desire intensifies.I nearly lose my resolve to take things slow, but the sight of his engorged cock encourages me to keep up the unhurried pace.
"You're too damn good at kissing, Mr.Balfour.How can you curl your tongue around mine that way?I'm starting to believe you're the serpent in the Garden of Eden, and I'm Eve."
"I've only just begun showing ye what I'm good at."His accent thickens when he's turned on, I've noticed, and that does delicious things to me.
I sit up, crossing my arms and grabbing my shirt.With one fluid motion, I pull it over my head and toss it aside.Kirk's eyes darken as they travel over the black lace of my bra.
"Mhac na galla, lass, you are a goddess."He cups my breasts and squeezes them, as if he intends to consume me like ripe fruit.
I want him to do that.Damn, do I want it, so badly my heart is racing.His big, callused palms feel too sinfully good on my skin.He brushes his thumbs over my stiff nipples through the delicate lace.
"Ye're perfect,mo leannan.But I cannae wait any longer.Fuck me, Gretchen."
I reach behind me to unclasp my bra.The straps slide down my arms, and I let the garment fall between us.
Kirk's eyes widen, his pupils dilating until there's only a thin ring of blue surrounding the darkness."A Dhia."
"What did you say?"
"Oh God in Gaelic."
I feel powerful under his gaze, like a goddess being worshipped.He moves his hands, wanting to touch me again, but I catch them, placing them firmly back on the cushions.
"Uh-uh-uh, not yet," I say, my voice huskier than I intended."I'm still in charge, remember?"
"Hurry, lass, or I'll beat off without ye."
"You won't do that.I want to see how long you can last before you break."
I shift my hips deliberately against his hardness, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth.The power I have over him is intoxicating, having this man at my mercy with his magnificent body laid out beneath me.
"Ahmno a patient man," he warns."Might flip ye over and pound into ye like a maniac."
"Then this will be a new experience for you---learning patience."
I lean over him with my bare tits brushing against his chest, the sensation so wanton that my clit pulses.
"I might be in charge," I whisper against his ear, "but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself too."
His hands twitch at his sides, and I can see the effort it's taking him not to touch me.The cords in his neck are taut, and his jaw clenches."Ye're playing with fire, lass."
I graze my fingers down his chest, following that tantalizing trail of hairs that disappears into his boxer briefs."I want you to scorch me, Kirk.Set me ablaze."
With deliberate languor, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down only enough to reveal the impressive V of his hip.I'm teasing both of us now, and my body throbs with need, growing wetter every second.I burn to see all of him, to touch and taste every inch, but there's something deliciously wicked about drawing this out.
"You're enjoying this too much,gràidh."
