"Mmmmm," she moans as she curls one hand around the base of my cock. "I love the flavor of your skin."
Her hand glides along my length, and she sinks her teeth into my shoulder.
A breath explodes out of me.
With her chin on my shoulder, she slides her hand down my cock. "I can feel your enthusiasm growing."
Aye, my slat is getting hard. Fast. But if she keeps this up, I'll come before I've even touched her. So I pry her fingers away from my cock. "You first."
"Me first what?"
I rotate my head to see her face. "Lie down and you'll find out."
My wife stretches her lithe body across the silken sheets.
Bod an Donais, Emery is perfect. I crouch at her feet with my hands on her ankles and my focus on the hairs between her thighs. "Yer so beautiful, ye make my bagais ache, cho cinnteach is a tha bod's an each. I want my face in your camas, my mouth on your brillean."
I spread my hands on her thighs.
She sucks in a breath and blows it out, her hard nipples bouncing with her breasts.
"Leannan," I murmur, "I wanted ye in the tub the other day when ye tickled me with your wee bonnie toes. I wanted to give ye the happy ending ye needed, but I held back." I push my hands under her thighs and lift them until her knees bend slightly. "Ahmno holding back tonight."
Because I want her so badly I cannae restrain my lust.
I shift my hands to her inner thighs, easing them apart, then I settle my body between her legs while keeping my hands on her legs. Stroking my tongue across my lower lip, slowly, I picture all the things I want to do to her tonight. When I brush my lips over the hairs of her mound, she curls her fingers into the sheets. Using only the index fingers of each hand, I part her outer folds to expose her clitoris and her rosy inner folds.
Her cheeks have turned pink, but it's the scent of her that proves she wants me as intensely as I want her.
I skim my fingers up and down her folds while she bites down on her lip and breaths bluster out of her nostrils. Eyes half-closed, I pucker my lips and blow a stream of cool air across her rigid nub.
"Please," she moans.
I flick my tongue over her clit lightly, teasing her flesh while I keep the pace measured and steady. She throws her hands above her head, clenching the pillow tightly. I whisk my fingers over her folds, grazing her opening and swirling my tongue around her nub while her breaths shorten.
"Oh, God," she moans between staccato breaths. "Please don't stop, please."
Chuckling, I puff soft breaths over her slick flesh.
Emery closes her eyes.
"Stop," I snarl. "Donnae close your eyes."
Her lids fly open, but she seems dazed. "What?"
"Donnae close your eyes." I compress my lips, but then force myself to relax. She won't understand why I need her to look at me, and I will not explain. "Please."
"Okayfinewhatever," she says in a breathless rush.
The tension in my body melts away. At least she didn't demand to know why I ordered her to keep her eyes open.
"Just don't stop, Rory," she says. "For heaven's sake, don't stop."
"Donnae say my name either."
The lass gapes at me, still breathing hard. "What, like, ever?"
"Not while we're being intimate."