“Ye are most welcome, Lady Stewart. But I am the one that should be thanking you.” He pulls me back to him again and kisses me with a different kind of hunger. Instinctively I know what he wants, though it is nothing I have ever given myself the liberty of contemplating.
“Lie down.”
I do, then spread my legs, hoping he will focus his attention on the aching pulse that is begging to be brought to the surface. Of its own volition, my hand roams across my slick surface, pausing to rub that sensitive nub I have only become familiar with since my introduction to this man.
“Don’t stop. ’Tis a beautiful sight to see ye pleasure yerself.”
He moves to the bed, leaning over to place his hands on either side of my waist, the mattress dipping from his weight. He kisses along my hip, teeth scraping with gentle pressure. “Tell me, Ella. Have ye done this before, touched yerself this way while ye thought about me doing this?” His mouth opens wider as he sucks my tender skin just next to my hipbone, his deep moan vibrating through my lower body.
My back arches as I try to respond. “Yes, Alasdair.”
“And were ye able to fully release?”
“No,” I reply, forcing myself not to beg him to make it happen.
He kisses his way up my side toward my breasts. Once there, he drops to his elbows, his massive body pushing my legs wider apart, leaving little room for me to continue massaging myself. Both of his large hands come up to grab hold of either breast, and the heat returns as more wetness leaks from my core.
“I think I must have been a verra good man in a previous life fer God to have gifted me a wife wi’ mounds on her chest such as these. I have dreamt of having them in my hands, in my mouth, since we first met.”
He smiles at me, bringing his tongue to my hard tip to play with it before sucking it deep into his mouth. I cry out as the throbbing under my hand becomes too much.
“Alasdair!” I need more. Now.
“Dip yer fingers into yer wetness. Then bring it up to my mouth.”
I do as he says, though I am shocked at the request.
My fingers are shiny as I sweep them against his full lips, but when he opens and takes them across his warm tongue, sucking as I did with his thumb so many weeks ago, I feel the dam beginning to break.
He pulls away quickly, bringing himself completely upright onto his knees, his glorious naked body on full display, hard erection jutting out from the dark patch of hair.
My God! How is this real?
When he strokes his rigid cock once, then twice, I know I am about to release. My husband looks at me then, stating in a hurried growl, “I’m going to make ye cum now, Ella.” Then he takes my hand away, drops down, and devours me with his hot mouth.
The pulsing pleasure shoots through me with such intensity I scream aloud, my hips pumping toward his face as he draws out my climax, forcing it to become stronger and stronger.
Hands gripping the sheets, I fall into the abyss and let Alasdair lead the way.