His fingers combed through the soft hairs on her mound. “Open yer eyes, lass. Look at me while I pleasure ye.”
She sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes to see him sit back on his haunches and spread her legs. She jerked her head away from his look that was centered on her sex. Her breath caught in her chest when she felt his whiskered cheek rub on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He was heading down to her…his first lick had her arching off the bed.
The second pass of his tongue had her shivering down to her bones. Her mind was blanking out as pure sensation swamped her. He lapped at her folds and her whimpering cries egged him on. His tongue formed a spear, thrusting deep inside her and bliss robbed her of her breath.
His tongue lapped at a beating bud just under her hood and she felt that little knot throb with her heartbeat. He sucked on it, lapped at it and even bit down on it to have her wantonly crying out with each of pulse of this rapturous joy. As her euphoria began to lessen, she sagged back panting as the ripple of bliss washed through her body.
Leith came up to kiss her shoulder as his hand ran up her thigh. “Ye taste like heaven, Mary.”
His words were a rumble on her skin, and Mary lifted her hand to trace over his nipple. She had not realized he was naked as she was. She gently raked her nails over one of his nipples, wondering if it felt as good to him as it felt for her. His eyes darkened to a gunmetal shade as she leaned in to circle his flat nipple with her tongue.
His sharp intake of air had her feeling bold and sliding her hand down to his manhood. He was hot and heavy in her hand, and as she slid to his tip, she felt wetness. His hand grabbed her, and with his thumb, he opened her palm.
She allowed him to place her hand on his length and show her how to pleasure him, how to stroke, when to squeeze. Soon she mastered them all and worked him into a rigid pole. Then she dared pass her finger over the tip and suck the bead of his wetness into her mouth.
He plucked her hand away and kissed her. “If ye want to taste me so bad, ye only had to ask.”
On her own, she leaned forward, touched the tip of her tongue to his weeping head and tasted him. His essence was slightly bitter, salty but clean. She lapped at him and heard him groan. She dared to close her lips over his dome and sucked softly.
Wrapping her fingers around his base, she eased back and then down a little more, rubbed her tongue against the underside, and sucking the tip. She felt him pulse under her hand and his came to cup her around her head. “Easy lass, dinnae bite down, fold yer lips under yer teeth and use yer tongue.”
Gripping his shaft more firmly, she did what he told her and took him in deeper. She was getting acclaimed to his taste and felt a desire stirring in her belly for him. He was thick in her mouth and she pulled back to lick his head and mirroring what he had down with her, dipped her tongue into his slit.
A feral sound tore from Leith’s chest. “Enough, come here.”
She was pried off him, and then, her body was under his. He was kissing her while his hand slipped between her legs and a finger slid inside her. She gasped in his mouth as his thumb massaged her nub. She was tilting her pelvis up to meet his fingers when another slipped in and two thick fingers were caressing her walls. They curved and pressed upwards and pleasure sang through her body.
“All right, lass?” he asked hoarsely.
“Y-yes,” she panted, “yes, yes, yes!”
Mary felt his breath on her slick, damp skin as he moved between her quivering thighs and notched the head of his dome to her opening. She felt him tease her there, as his mouth came to her ear, “It will hurt, Mary, I’m sorry.”
She swallowed tightly, but clutched at him and nodded for him to go on. Her walls were so sensitive that she felt the tip of his thick hard shaft throb as he breached her entrance. As soon as she closed over him, she felt herself grip down on the strange, fleshy, but rock-hard intrusion. He slid in slowly and filled her inch-by-tortuous-inch, but then he stopped. “Leith?”
He sealed her lips with his and just as she melted with the kiss, his hips flexed and a horrid tear inside her nearly split her body apart. She cried out into his mouth as a few teardrops rolled down her cheeks. Still kissing her, Leith felt the rigid tenseness slowly melt out of her body.
Leith’s head was under her neck and he was trembling. He felt her suck in a deep breath before she kissed his temple. “This works better if we move, doesn’t it?”
He chucked on her skin, “Aye, it does.”
Bracing his elbows on either side of her face, he began to move, withdrawing and thrusting back in slow strokes. She saw him watching every emotion that crossed her face just as she was watching his. With them connected so intimately, she felt him, all of him, every vein, every pulse, and every slick pleasurable slide as he went deeper inside her, filling her, making them one.
Her legs circled his hips and he began to move harder and deeper. He lowered his head, licked the crevice between her heaving mounds before capturing a tight nipple. Her hips tilted up and he grabbed her bottom to shove her into his ruthless thrusts while his mouth covered hers. Just in time too as she screamed with abandon in his lips.
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