Ian grinned up at her, keeping his eyes on her as he swirled his tongue over one nipple. “Och, lass, it is I…who must thank ye.” Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Rhiannon’s passionate response was swift. She moaned, back arching, hips grounding against his, seeking, searching, and she tugged hard on the hair at the base of his neck. “Oh!”
Ian wasn’t sure how much more he could take… He slid a hand down from her breasts to her hip, bunching her skirts up until his fingers skimmed the bare flesh of her thigh. She trembled against him as he stroked her higher.
Primal energy made his fingers itch to part her thighs. Daring fate, he caressed higher until his fingertips touched the heat of her quivering, damp core. Ian sucked in a breath as she gasped, both of them barely able to breathe. He stroked a finger between her folds, finding the nub of her pleasure. Rhiannon cried out, her hips jerking forward.
Ian kept his heated gaze on hers, his forehead pressed against hers.
“I can stop,” he stated, knowing he could walk away right now. It would be painful, but he could. They could cease this insanity.
Rhiannon bit her lip, swallowing, pupils dilated.
“Don’t stop.”
As her lips formed the last syllable, popping on p, he thrust a finger inside her. Her channel was tight, squeezing against him.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, at the same time he cursed.
She was so damn tight, her body holding onto his finger, and if it were possible, he would never, ever pull out.
Ian’s control was going to snap and soon. He’d waited too long, he decided. That was the issue. He should have rutted every willing woman he encountered up to this moment if only to slake the need he was feeling now. He was going to burst, release his seed in his plaid from touching her.
He cursed again, dropped to his knees, and ducked under her skirts. There was only one way he could end this. To give her pleasure and then walk away before he took what didn’t belong to him. Ian swirled his tongue swirled up her inner thigh.
“What are you doing?” Rhiannon gasped, her hands falling on his head from over her skirts.
“I want to taste ye…” he murmured.
He fanned his hot breath over the damp curls at the apex of her thighs. Rhiannon lifted her skirts, her fingers gripping his hair tightly.
Then he reached his prize and kissed the very heat of her. She cried out, hips jerking forward.
He continued his sensual assault, his tongue swirling between the folds of her sex as he licked her into a sea of pleasure. Ian held her steady with one hand on her round buttocks, the other parting her tender lips while his mouth worked magic. He kissed, suckled, licked. Pushed her thighs wider apart, gaining better access to the slick, quivering folds and the nub firing pleasure and making her gasp his name over and over.
“Och, lass, ye taste so good.”
She sounded as if she wanted to answer, to say something, but all that came out was a shuddering breath.
Her hips rocked forward, and against his mouth, her breaths grew quicker, her fingers in his hair tighter. And then, he felt it, the first vibrations of her release. Her sex quivered, spasmed, and she cried out, the sound enough to make even Ian shake. God, it was beautiful. As he licked her to the finish, he looked at her face, eyes closed, head fallen back, lips parted. She was stunning in her rapture.
Ian continued to kiss and nuzzle her sex until her spasms subsided. Her thighs trembled, as did her hands in his hair. At last, her breaths became even, and she gazed down at him, a soft smile on her lips, her cheeks red from pleasure.
“That was…delightful,” she said.
He chuckled as he stood, dropping her skirts in place. His cock was still raging hard, and yet he felt a different kind of satisfaction.
“Might I give you the same pleasure?”
Ian’s smile faltered, as he’d not expected such a question.
“What?”
“Aye.” She dropped to her knees.
And he was helpless to stop her as she lifted his plaid. His cock stood at attention, and she gazed at him so long he thought she might run away. He couldn’t move, could barely speak as his body warred with his mind. Every inch of him wanted her to do this. To suck him until his knees buckled. But the logical part of his brain said a man would never let his woman do that.
Then she took his rigid shaft in hand, kissed the very tip, and Ian was lost. Doomed to whatever fate she had laid out for him.
