Page 65 of Seduction in a Kilt

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

When she had recovered, Ivy pulled back and, with her arms resting on his shoulders, looked deep into his eyes. She stroked his hair affectionately and smiled at him. Then she held his head gently between her palms and kissed him with a warm and gentle intensity that once again seemed to reach into his very soul. He felt as though he were floating on a calm, warm sea, apart from the monstrous erection now pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his trews.

“Thank ye, Liam, that was… amazin’, even more than before.” Ivy gave a small, delighted laugh.

“I aim tae please, melady,” he replied, his arms wrapped around her waist, his head against her soft breasts, luxuriating in the heady freedom of being able to touch her body wherever he wished.

“Well, ye certainly have so far, but I have a question fer ye,” she said teasingly.

“Oh, what’s that?” he asked, squeezing her tightly, rubbing his stubbly chin against her velvety skin.

“Why am I the only one naked around here?”

He chuckled and pulled back enough to plant a kiss on her lips. “Good question. I think we should remedy that right away.” Gently disentangling one arm from her waist, he stood up and reached down to unfasten his trews.

“Nay,” she said, putting her hand on his. “Let me dae it. I wantae see ye, tae explore ye the way ye dae me.”

“Nay words could be sweeter tae me ears, Ivy. Dae as ye will,” he replied, thinking he must have died and gone to heaven.

She turned to face him and knelt up in the tub, reaching over to work on the fastenings with surprisingly nimble fingers. In no time, she had them undone and was sliding them down over his hips. When his rock-hard erection sprang free from its restrictive prison, she sat back and looked at it with a mixture of surprise and wonder.

He pulled the shift from her hair and let the dark tresses fall. He buried his fingers in them as he watched her face.

Her eyes wide, Ivy reached forward tentatively and wrapping her small hands around his length, stroked it up and down. “So hard, but the skin is so soft tae touch,” she mused. Liam let out a groan as pleasure shot through him, heating his blood even more.

“That’s yer fault, Ivy. Ye’re gettin’ me so excited,” he croaked, his fingers flexing in her hair, lost in her touch.

“Ye mean I have the power tae make ye like this?” she asked, looking up at him in obvious amazement.

“Aye.”

She smiled and licked her lips, inflaming him more. “I like the sound of that,” she murmured, directing her gaze back to his swollen manhood. He let out another groan as she cupped his balls and fondled them exploratively.

“What happens if I dae this?” she asked, pressing her lips to the end of his shaft. “And this.” She flicked the tip of her tongue up and down the sides.

Liam struggled to hold himself back. “It makes me even harder, and I just want ye even more,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Show me how tae pleasure ye, Liam. I wantae learn what makes ye feel good.”

“Ye’re already doin’ that,” he replied, but he disentangled one of his hands from her hair and placed it over hers, showing her how to grip him and pump his length rhythmically. When he removed his hand, she carried on, and the feeling was indescribable.

“And what about if I dae this?” she asked breathily, taking the whole top part of his shaft into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it, sucking, and licking him as she continued to work her hand as he had shown her.

“Mhnnn,” was all that came out of his mouth as he guided her head gently onto his length. Words, language, thought flew out the window, and he surrendered utterly to the incredible sensations gripping him. But he could feel himself getting closer to a climax. Wanting to slow things down, he gently stilled her hand and pulled himself away from her teasing mouth.

She looked up at him worriedly. “Am I nae doin’ it right?” she asked.

“’Tis the opposite, Ivy. If ye dinnae stop doin’ that, then ye’ll get me so excited, I’ll nae be able tae hold back, but I wantae be inside ye when that happens,” he explained.

“Oh, I understand,” she replied, now with a smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“Move over, I’m comin’ in there with ye,” he announced, shucking off his trews and kicking them aside before stepping into the tub with her. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her to her feet, crushing her to him as his mouth descended hungrily on hers.

She twined her arms around his neck, opening her mouth and welcoming his with a fiery desire he knew he had only just tasted and could hardly wait to explore.

Her slippery, naked body was stoking his ardor, making him forget about all their troubles. He simply let himself get lost in the taste and feel of her.

His hands cradled her behind and lifted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her kisses growing hotter and more intense. He let his fingers play between her legs, feeling her hot wetness as he pushed his fingers inside her. She moaned into his mouth. “Ivy, if ye want me tae stop, then tell me now,” he whispered, his breath ragged with pent-up lust.