"Would you like me to…" She trails off as if she's uncertain of speaking the words.
But I can guess what she wants to say.
"Aye," I tell her, grinning at the lass, "I'd love you to do that. But not this time. We can save that for after we fuck."
"If we do."
"When," I correct.
"Still arrogantly certain, eh?" She sits back on her heels, then thrusts a hand out to grasp the base of my cock. "Sure you don't want some help?"
My grin broadens for only a second before her firm grip on myslatmakes me contort my face in the best kind of agony.
"Ahhh…" I clench the sheets as she drags her hand up my length. "Calli…"
A drop of liquid oozes out of the head. She bends over my lap to roll her tongue over my reddened tip.
"You win," I hiss. "Have your bloody way with me. But do it quick, I may not last long."
"If I do something wrong, you can tell me."
"Willnae do it wrong. Follow your instincts and do it quick."
She hops onto the floor to kneel between my thighs and closes her mouth around the head of my cock. When she draws me into her mouth in one long thrust, I gasp, and my entire body goes as stiff as myslat. She sucks and laps at my flesh with her agile tongue, then pulls her mouth free only to swallow me again. Her mouth is hot and silky, her tongue agile and greedy. I've had women give me head before, but not like this. Calli seems to revel in doing this to me, her soft grunts and little moans driving me to the edge of reason and beyond. I dive a hand into her hair to cup the back of her head, urging her on with gentle pressure. She consumes me again and again, her mouth alternately devouring and releasing me while the sweetest kind of pressure mounts inside me. A virgin shouldn't be this good at oral sex, but it's her enthusiasm for the task that makes it so bloody hot.
I buck my hips every time she plunges my length into between her lips. I gasp and grunt, my face twisted with a pain that stems from the frenzied need to come with her silky tongue wrapped around me.
With her hand clamped around the base of my erection, she pumps in sync with the thrusts of her mouth, licking and suckling as if she'll die without the taste of me on her tongue.
A throaty shout erupts from me as my body convulses and I explode in her mouth.
"Mm," she murmurs, sitting back and smiling. "You taste good."
I gawp at her, panting, shocked by her statement. "It's not fair. I haven't tasted you yet."
"Oh, you'll get around to it."
Aye, and it will be soon. Cannae wait any longer to taste and touch and push inside that sensual body.
What she just did for me… I owe her all the pleasure I vowed I could give her. And I never renege on a promise.
Chapter Thirteen
After what Calli did to me, for me, I need a few minutes alone in the bathroom to clean myself up and recover from the shock. I've known since the night we met that Calli has a naughty streak a mile wide, but somehow, I never expected her to go down on me. She said she wouldn't cross the line with me, not even on her "tippy toes." But then she took my cock in her mouth.
Calli Douglas is a very confusing woman.
I return to her room a few minutes later, and we lie down together on the bed, on our sides, so we can face each other. She's tucked under the covers in her nightie while I stretch out on top of the blanket with all my clothes on. I've decided Calli has probably shocked herself too and needs some platonic time with me to help her adjust to how much she wants me and what that lust inspired her to do.
That probably explains the topic she chooses for conversation.
Nestling under the covers, she asks, "What are your brothers like?"
"I've told you Lachlan used to be uptight before Erica. He's still overbearing, but a lot more fun than he used to be. Rory's got a caber up his erse, but women seem to like him." I prop my head up with one hand. "Of course, Lachlan and Rory both used to be more like me."
"Caber up his erse?"
"A caber's a bloody great wooden pole. Scotsmen like to chuck them around to show how manly they are. Not me, but others like Lachlan and Rory. And an erse is…" With one hand, I reach behind her to palm one buttock. "An erse."