“Now move your hand up and down.”
He felt her calluses as he had in Dunmore and they were just as arousing as before.
“Again.”Oh, my God.He worked to control his voice. “You can lick the shaft so there is wetness there for the rubbing. To make it smoother.”
Her warm tongue, the same dark pink as her nipples, joined her hand on his shaft and she was licking and rubbing him simultaneously.
“I like that, Helen.” He touched her hair even as the desire in his body demanded he clench a fistful of it.Likewas too weak of a word, but he did not want to dilute the word he had used for kissing her with praise for what she was doing to his cock.
“You can take me in your mouth, if you want to. But don’t let your teeth touch.”
She kept stroking him as she raised her face and grinned, showing her teeth, teasing him. “I think I felt yer teeth on me.”
“And was that good?” He hadn’t thought twice about what he had done to a woman in a dozen years. If that. Hadn’t he always been cocksure? Confident he was giving a woman what she needed?
Until now.
She growled. “Good is nae the right word. But I will tell ye, as a lover, I liked it.” She looked down at her hand, stroking him relentlessly now. Then she engulfed him with her warm mouth, her tongue swirling first over his tip and his ridges and then over his shaft. Still her hand moved up and down.
“Oh, my God, Helen. Yes.”
Her lips loosened for a moment, and he thought she was smiling. Then her mouth was following her hand so that as her mouth withdrew, her hand came up his shaft and as she took him in her mouth again, as deeply as she could, her hand went all the way down to the hair he had at the base of his cock.
The grip of his pleasure was overpowering, almost impossible to withstand. He clutched at speech. “That’s it, Helen. That’s . . . good.”
Barely were the words out of his mouth, when he felt the heaviness in his testicles, the tingle in his spine that told him he was about to spend. He didn’t have time to warn her and he didn’t want to. Because he wanted her mouth and her hand to stay where they were.
I’m a selfish beast. Forgive me, Helen.
He released, thrusting upwards, surely choking her. He was too consumed with his own ecstasy to see how she reacted. He pumped and he pulsed for what he thought was a very long time, but she did not pull away.
His words were gone but he grabbed her hand and took it off of his shaft. Still, she kept her mouth on him, her tongue and lips gliding over him slowly, gently.
Finally, he managed to say, “That’s all, Helen.”
She let his cock slide from her mouth. “Ye can tell me to keep going, like I did for ye.”
“Men don’t work that way.”
She frowned.
“I don’t work that way.”
The frown relaxed. “I hope ye got some enjoyment from that.”
“I did.”
Her eyes went to his cock again, only at three-quarters-mast now. She sat back on her small haunches and wiped her mouth. “That was both harder and easier than I thought it would be.”
He reached down and pulled her up the bed. She did not resist. He settled her body against his, his arms around her.
He tried to summon the right words. But his mind protested.
Be still. Wait. Don’t run your mouth yet. You don’t know what’s in her head right now. Just hold her. Do what you should have done last night, you imbecile.
He occupied his mouth by kissing her forehead. Long, slow, lazy kisses where he kept his lips against her skin for half a minute at a time, her warm breath sliding over his chest.
He felt her body become more pliable, relaxing against his incrementally.
