“What do you say?”
“Please. More, please. More.”
I slide another finger in, filling her, letting her fuck herself on my hand. I work her clit, sucking and nibbling and circling, as she climbs closer to release. It isn’t long before she’s crying out and clenching around my hand, and I ride her through wave after wave of pleasure, lost in the taste and the smell of her.
“Angus, I need you,” she says, looking at me through half-lidded eyes.
My cock springs to attention, pressing painfully against my kilt.
“Where?” My voice is husky with want.
“My mouth.”
“Take off the shirt.”
She flings it off, and then she’s pulling apart the folds of my kilt, and my length is springing free into her greedy hands. The first touch of her mouth sends a shockwave of pleasure throughme, the warm wetness as she flicks her tongue along the head of my shaft.
“Fuck, Rowan,” I groan.
She’s everything. Her touch feels like life itself. Between her messy hair, and her flushed cheeks, and the way she fucking devours me, I’ve never been more turned on. My breath hitches as she takes me – all of me – burying me to the hilt in her throat.
“Rowan.” I can’t help but say her name. I want to say it over and over, the sound of it like the sweetest music, like the hush of rapture at the end of a symphony.
I want to say her name every day of my life.
To watch her come undone.
Only, instead I’m the one who is losing control, gasping when she begins to hum, the vibrations sending me to new heights.
“Rowan. Fuck. Baby. That feels so good.”
She draws back long enough to smile at me, wicked and playful. Nothing compares to the way my heart skips a beat at that smile.
I can’t resist. I need to be inside her, need to feel the wet clench of her around my cock.
“Rowan. Stop.” She pauses. A flicker of doubt runs across her face.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Fuck. With a mouth like that, she can never do anything wrong.
I withdraw carefully and crouch down, cupping her soft face in my hands, stroking her hair back with my thumbs. Her eyes capture mine, liquid with lust. Her lips shine wet with spit and her breaths are coming in little gasps. She is utterly undone.
I slide my thumb back across her cheek and over her bottom lip. Her tongue leaps out instantly, obediently, her eyes half-sliding closed as she takes it in her willing, delicious mouth. I groan.
“No, baby. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I pull my thumb back, and she whines a little, reaching for it. “You’re perfect.” I capture her mouth in a breathless kiss. “You’re so perfect that I need to feel you. Every inch of you. Can you do that for me? Can you take all of me?”
She nods. Her eyes stay locked on mine as I strip off my shirt, and then my kilt, grabbing a condom from the pocket. It never hurts to be prepared. I lean her back on the sofa, in the same position she came in, only this time instead of my tongue, I position my cock at her entrance.
“Are you ready, baby?” I brace my hands on either side of her head. Feel her pulsing on my tip.
“Fuck me, Angus. Please.”
And then I’m inside of her, and we’re both moaning in ecstasy. No matter how much of her I feel, I want more, and more, and more. She digs her nails into my shoulders, pulling me closer, her heels coming to rest on my glutes, dragging me in, and in, and in.
It’s everything.
“Angus, please.”
