“Elliot,” I hummed. “I’ve never . . . you know I’m a virgin.”
“And you know I’m one too.”
I had only recently found that bit of information out, when we’d had a conversation about sex and our bodies, and it gave me a thrill to think that I would be the first – and hopefully only – girl he would be with.
I licked his lower lip. “I know, I know. I’m just so bloody nervous.”
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of ye, sasanach. It will be my pleasure, and yours.”
He kissed me once more and gently eased me back on to the soft duvet of my bed. He didn’t bother to get us under the covers and I was glad. I was suddenly too hot to even consider being covered. The feel of Elliot’s skin pressed against mine felt so warm, so comforting, so right.
“I have a condom,” he murmured. “Just in case ye ever let me love your body.”
“Thank God,” I breathed as I sucked his plump lower lip into my mouth. “I feel like I’m on fire, I want you so much.”
“Yeah?” He nudged my nose with his. “Ye want me to fuck ye?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, please.”
“How about I do a little kissin’ first?”
Kissing? He wanted to kiss me? Right now, when I was ready and waiting for him with my thighs wide open?
“Kissing?” I repeated with a shake of my head. “My legs are wide open and I’m practically shoving my fanny in your face, Elliot. You can’t get much more of an invitation, paddy.”
He laughed as he kissed down my neck and paused at my breasts. When I felt the first touch of his hot, wet tongue on my hardened nipples, I changed my mind.
“Kisses,” I moaned. “I love kisses.”
Elliot’s chuckle wasn’t long-lasting as he showered my breasts with attention. His thumb brushed the one he wasn’t tonguing, and the gentle caress had my toes curling.
“That feels so good,” I hummed as my back arched slightly. “More, I need more.”
Elliot moved his lips down to my navel, then to my pubic bone. Anticipation burned within me like a raging fire. His hands touched the insides of my thighs and pushed against them, spreading my legs as far as they would go.
“Fuck, ye smell good.”
I hadn’t considered what I’d smell like, but I was glad it was a scent he was on board with. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, then suddenly his lips were pressing kisses to my other lips. I groaned as I balled my hands into fists. He was so close, if he moved just a little, his tongue would be on my clit. The throbbing, delicate petal that needed his attention the most.
“Elliot,” I growled, my voice sounding husky and full of need. “Stop teasing me. Please.”
“But I like to play,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than usual. “Can I play with ye, green eyes?”
“Ye can fuck me, that’s what ye can do!”
“Tell me what ye like and don’t like,” he urged, one of his hands massaging the inside of my thigh. “Teach me how to please ye. Teach me how to love you, sasanach.”
My body was so on edge it was about to burst; I hurt with the need for Elliot to touch me with his tongue. I didn’t know what kind of sensation to expect, I had no idea if it would be as good as every woman said it was, but I wanted Elliot to make me come and I didn’t care how. The aching place between my trembling legs begged to be touched, licked, kissed, sucked.
“Just kiss me already!”
“You’re the boss.”
Before I could say another word, Elliot’s tongue slid up my slick, wet folds and parted them. The moment he touched the swollen bundle of nerves that was driving my body crazy with need, I cried out in delight. I was so wound up that I could already feel myself nearing the edge of release. My eyes were squeezed shut and my spine was rigid.
“Holy Christ,” I shouted. “Oh, fuck! Elliot. Faster! Yes.”
I had never experienced such a sensation of pleasure in my life, not even when I touched myself. Elliot’s mouth was fastened on to my clit and he wasted no time in drawing out gratification with his hot touch. I was speaking words that to my own ears didn’t make sense. The faster that talented tongue curled around the pulsing bud, the louder my moans became.
I was breathless and felt my body rising to a point of no return.
“Yes, Elliot. Fuck! Yes, don’t stop. Keep that pressure. No, not on my lips, on me clit. Please.”
His arms hooked around my hips, and his hands clasped together at the base of my stomach. He applied even more pressure when I began to lose control of my body, and used his strength to keep my arse on the mattress as he feasted on me. His fingers bit into my flesh, and the slight pain mixed with the pleasure his tongue was giving me took me to new heights. I arched my back, threw my head back as my lips parted in a silent scream as celestial sensations slammed into me. My body tensed, and sensation fluttered round and round until my lungs gasped for air.
I sucked in several breaths as I flattened myself back against the mattress. My muscles went lax, and for a second I wasn’t sure where I was. I felt soft lips travel upwards on my body, then I felt them on my face and mouth.
“Did I do it right?”
Elliot’s voice was hot, raspy and thick with need.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, yes. Do it again.”
He laughed as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised when I tasted a light, salty tang, then I realised that flavour was me. It was incredibly erotic and dirty and I loved every second of it.
“Now,” I pleaded as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Love
