His groan of satisfaction had her smiling.
He circled his hands around her waist and pulled her close, allowing him to take a stiff peak into his mouth.
Throwing her head back at the delightful sensation, it was her turn to moan. But she didn’t want Christopher taking the lead on this. No. Whitney wanted to be the one to make the moves. To direct the actions being taken.
She stepped back ignoring the way he jutted out his bottom lip in the cutest pout she’d ever seen. Bending, she took his lip between her teeth and bit gently, before licking the bite of pain away.
Grasping the lapels of his jacket, she pushed them over his shoulders and down his arms until he quickly shrugged out of it, throwing it on the floor to join the pile of her clothes.
He pulled the tails of his shirt from his trews and pulled it over his head, discarding it on top of his jacket.
Whitney licked her lips at the sight in front of her. The muscles of his arms bulged, and the ridged muscles of his abdomen called out to her. Dropping to her knees, she licked the hard muscles, nibbling her way down his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his pants.
With a devilish look, she popped the buttons on his trousers, and Christopher obliged by lifting his hips so he could shimmy out of them after toeing off his boots.
His cock sprang free. Long, hard, standing at attention, waiting for her. She closed her fist around the hard velvet and Christopher threw his head back, hissing at the contact.
Empowered by his response, she darted her tongue out, running it along the thick vein on the underside of his manhood.
His hand grasped the back of her neck as he brought his head up to look her in the eye. “Lass.”
But he lost all ability to speak when she closed her mouth around the crown.
“Jesus,” he said, his hand gripping her neck tighter as his hips involuntarily jutted up to her.
She smiled around his cock and brought her mouth down, drawing him in before easing back, nibbling on the tip. Then taking him fully into her mouth once more.
His hands on her cheeks pulled her back. Eyes shining so dark they were nearly black. “Ye need to cease, lass. I’ll ne’er…”
Pushing on his chest, forcing him to lie back on the bed, she climbed atop his lap, settling so that their cores met. Lifting her hips, she positioned his hardness at her entry and sank down, enveloping him into her softness. Reveling at the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate his size as she moaned in pleasure.
His eyes met hers, a pained smile on his handsome face as she lifted her hips up and down, finding a pace that would satisfy them both.
Soon, he grasped her hips, quickening the pace, as his strained voice repeated her name over and over again.
Heat flushed over her body, as her insides tightened. Bringing her to the precipice that she found so enticing. Her legs began to contract and Christopher, sensing that she was about to lose control, flipped her onto her back, taking the lead as he drove his hips forward, over and over again.
The pressure within her built, rising into an inferno that she could no longer contain.
“Christopher,” she called out, scoring his back with her nails.
He drove harder, sweat broke out on his brow, before he dropped his head, nuzzling her neck.
“Come with me, lass,” he whispered in her ear, then gave the lobe a quick bite.
That was all it took. Fierce shudders overtook her body as she lost all control over her actions, her movements. Her breath coming in short gasps as she closed her arms around him, bringing him closer. She wanted to feel him in her, over her. On every inch of her body.
“Whitney,” he growled low, with a fierce shudder as he drove himself to the hilt within her, holding himself there as his seed filled her.
He collapsed beside her, drawing her to his side as he tucked her head under his chin.
“Ye are amazing.”
She smiled into his chest, happier than she had been in a very long time.
Chapter Nineteen
With Whitney sleepingat his side, Christopher thought about the direction his luck had taken. He had an amazing wife. One that he couldn’t have imagined the skills she was hiding. Thankful he was for the skills.
