He put a hand to one of her breasts. “And I could touch you here while you touch me.”
“Aye.”
“Or here.” He grabbed a cheek of her bottom. “Or here.” He moved his hand from her breast to her mound.
“Aye.”
He stroked her cleft through her dress. “Or I could be inside you.”
Her voice was hoarse when she said, “Dinnae make me dampen my new dress with what ye do to me. Take me to the bed, Jack Pike.”
Once in the bedchamber, they undressed themselves swiftly, efficiently. She stepped to him and ran her hands up and down his arms. “Ye are so handsome everywhere that I forgot about yer arms. How I looked at them when I first saw ye roll up the sleeves of yer shirt.”
“At the stream? With the sheep?”
“Aye.” She stepped back, and her eyes went over his body. “There are too many things to remember about ye. I fear they will all slip away.”
“Then you’ll just have to remind yourself by undressing me again.”
“Aye.”
He stepped toward her but she held her hand out.
“Nae.” She came forward and with just the tip of her dark-pink tongue, she slowly licked the scar on his chest, from bottom to top. She suckled briefly on his left nipple where the scar ended and then sank to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her hand and stroked him.
“I want to taste ye.”
She put him in her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue licking over his entire shaft. He groaned. He put his hands in her hair. She looked up at him, moving her head forward and back, one hand chasing her mouth on his member, her calluses rubbing him, the other hand clutching his thigh.
“Helen.”
When he said her name, she took him as deep as she could into her throat and he saw tears in her eyes.
Now hehadto be inside her, this wild woman who swallowed him whole with her eyes and her mouth. He lifted her under her arms and took her to the bed. He got between her legs and her arms went up over her head as he grabbed her thighs just under the buttocks and lifted her pelvis to his so he was kneeling upright, pulling her onto his achingly hard member, slick from her mouth. She gasped as he plunged into her, but she did not reach for him. She kept her arms above her head and watched him.
“Jack? Can I do that?”
He didn’t understand her. He was overcome by the sensation building inside him as he held her and took her and moved her and himself at the same time.
“Can the woman be on her knees like ye? Atop the man?”
From somewhere deep in his haze of animal need, he grunted an incoherent “Yes.”
“Let me, Jack. Let me be atop ye.” She tried to sit up, pulling away from him. He reluctantly let go of her legs and slid out of her. Groaning, he traded places with her on the bed and caught a glimpse of her rosebud as she swung one slender thigh over him. She held his cock and very slowly sat down until he was entirely sheathed by her.
Jack had never minded this position. In fact, he liked lying back and having a lady perched on top of him, riding him, pleasing him, showing him what she was willing to do for him.
But with Helen, as in everything, this was different.
At first, she just writhed and undulated, keeping him deep inside her, her hands stroking over his abdomen, her eyes on his chest and his face. He was intensely aware this was for her pleasure, not for his.
“Do I feel good inside you, Helen?”
“Aye,” she gasped, her eyes burning. “Different. This way.”
He couldn’t stay passive any longer. He sat up and clutched her buttocks and ground into her with his hips, matching her movement with his. He captured one of her small breasts in his mouth and sucked there and then bit down on the nipple and pulled back.
“Oh,” she said. He did the same thing to the other breast. “Oh, Jack.” Her arms were on his shoulders, her head thrown back. He returned to the first breast and spent more time suckling and licking before biting. Back and forth he went even as she moved her narrow hips sinuously, hungrily over his shaft.
