Two thick fingers slid through her folds, parting her with deliberate slowness, and she whimpered, her nails raking down his chest. He circled her clit, teasing, his touch maddeningly light for a man who looked like he wanted to devour her whole.
“Noah, please,” she begged, her voice breaking.
She needed more, neededhim, and he knew it. His chuckle was dark, triumphant, as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks.
The sight of him there, between her legs, his dark hair tousled, his beard already glistening with the promise of what was to come, made her pulse spike.
“Beggin’ already?”he murmured, his breath ghosting over her damp heat. “I’ve barely touched ye.”His tongue flicked out, just the barest taste, and her legs trembled.“But I ken what ye want.”
And then his mouth was on her, open and hungry, his tongue dragging through her folds in one long, slow lick that made her cry out.
He didn’t let up, not when her fingers tangled in his hair, not when her hips jerked against his face, not when her thighs clenched around his head.
He feasted on her like a man starved, his beard scratching the tender skin of her inner thighs, his groans vibrating against her as he lapped at her entrance, then sucked her clit between his lips.
“Oh gods, Noah.”Her voice was a broken whisper, her body coiling tight, every nerve alight.
He hummed in response.
The sound sent another jolt of pleasure through her, and then his fingers were inside her, curling just right as his tongue worked her in relentless, swirling strokes.
She could feel her orgasm building, like a storm just beyond the horizon, and she clenched around his fingers, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“That’s it, love,”he murmured against her, his voice rough with lust.“Come on me tongue like a good lass.”
His free hand slid up, his thumb pressing against her clit as his fingers pumped into her, and that was all it took.
The pleasure washed over her, intense and consuming, her back arched as she cried out, her release spilling onto his tongue. He didn’t stop, licking her through it, intensifying every shudder until she was boneless, her legs trembling, her chest heaving.
Only then did he pull back. His lips glistened, his eyes dark with satisfaction, and something else—something fiercer.
He stood in one fluid motion, his hands going to his kilt, and he removed it with hurried movements. His manhood sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already weeping, and Ava’s mouth watered.
She dropped to her knees in front of him before he could even finish kicking off his boots, her hands gripping the base of him, her thumb brushing over the slick crown.
“Yer turn,”she purred, looking up at him through her lashes.
His breath hitched as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste him.
He groaned, his hands flying to her hair, gripping tightly as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper. Her tongue swirling over the underside of his manhood as she pulled back, then took him again, her throat opening for him.
“Aye, Ava, just like that.”
His voice was a guttural growl, his hips twitching, his control already fraying. She hummed around him, the vibration making him curse, his fingers tightening in her hair.
She loved the way he tasted. The musk of him, the weight of him on her tongue, the way his breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as she worked him.
She pulled back, her lips popping wetly as she stroked him, her thumb smudging the precum beading at his tip.
“Ye like that?”she teased, her voice a sultry murmur as she swirled her tongue over his crown.“Like watchin’ me take ye deep?”
His answer was a growl, his hands guiding her back to him, and this time he didn’t let her set the pace. His hips rolled, shallow at first, then deeper as she relaxed her throat, taking him all theway until her nose brushed the coarse hair at the base of his manhood.
She could feel him pulse, could taste the salt of him thickening on her tongue, and she moaned around him, her own arousal flaring anew at the way he was losing himself in her.
“I’m losin’ meself, Ava,”he warned, his voice strained, but she only tightened her lips around him, her hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
That was all it took.
