He lifts his head to look at me, half his face glistening with my cream. Then he pulls his fingers out of me and raises them to his lips. He slides one finger into his mouth, sucking it clean, and repeats the process three more times, once for each finger.
That's the weirdest and hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Ye taste so fucking good," he growls. "I could spend all night feasting on ye."
I can't speak. Can't move. What he just did… I've never experienced a climax that intense in my entire life.
Errol rises and grips my ass again to lift me onto my tiptoes. "Get ready to come even harder—several times."
Several more explosive orgasms? I might die of a heart attack, but I don't care.
Chapter Seven
Errol
I pull her snugly into my body, loving the warmth and softness of her skin, and my erection rubs against her belly. My brain has essentially shut down, had done the moment I yanked her jeans down, but it still manages to remind me of one vital issue. "Do ye have a condom, lass?"
Ashley bites her lip, releasing it so slowly that myslatthrobs. "In my purse. I dropped it over there."
She points over her shoulder, toward the garden doorway. In the waning light, I can see an object slumped on the ground there. That must be her purse. I keep hold of her erse as I stride over there, then set her down only long enough to grab her purse and tear the zipper open so I can excavate a condom packet from its depths.
I toss the purse away and grin as I hold up my prize. "Now we're ready to fuck."
Ashley traces her tongue over her bottom lip. "Hurry up, Errol, please. I need you inside me."
"I love it when a woman tells me that, but especially when you say it. Ye have the sexiest voice."
"So do you. Every time you speak, I want to rip your clothes off."
Cannae help chuckling. "Donnae need to do that now."
I clamp my hands over her erse and lift her off her feet as I rush toward the castle wall until her back smacks into it. She flings her arms around my neck, tunneling her fingers into my hair while she mashes her mouth to mine and dives her tongue between my lips.Bod an Donais, the lass kisses like a wild woman, and I love it.
When I try to pull my mouth away, she clasps the back of my head with both hands to stop me from doing that.
I need to get the condom on, but Ashley is too far gone to give a toss about anything. So I work around her ravenous kisses. Rocking my hips back, I gain enough leverage to rip open the packet and roll the condom onto myslat. All the while, Ashley keeps ravaging my mouth and making the sweetest little grunting sounds. I never would've guessed she had so much passion hiding underneath her all-business exterior.
She tries to wrap her legs around me, but her jeans get in the way, and she relinquishes my mouth so she can give me a look of such intense frustration that I cannae resist smirking.
"Are ye wanting something, lass?" I ask. "We could go into the house and have a piece first."
"Don't you dare do that. Fuck me, Errol. Right now."
I thrust into her body, and her cream dribbles down my cock.Mhac na galla, the scent drives me mad. Ashley lashes her arms around me and squeezes her eyes shut while I pump into her over and over, trying to start slow, but I cannae do that, not when she's so fucking wet and the heat of her penetrates the condom. She keeps gasping and crying out too. Faster, faster, I thrust into her. She bends her knees and clings to me tighter while I pound into her body, and the sound of our bodies slamming into each other echoes off the castle walls.
Ashley throws her head back and shouts, "Errol, yes, don't stop!"
Does she think I could even if I tried? No chance of that.
The tension inside me mounts, like I'm climbing a sheer cliff without any ropes, using only my hands and feet to ascend. I drive into Ashley even harder, even faster, her body bouncing on my cock while I keep climbing up that imaginary cliff. Cannae breath. Cannea stop. Donnae want to even if I could. Since I've lost complete control of my body and my senses, I stagger backward with no idea of why I'm doing that. Then my knees buckle, and I spin around to drop us both on the grass while still fucking her.
Ashley rolls us over and pushes up with her arms straight—andshestarts fuckingme. "I need to be naked with you, Errol, please, please, please."
She pauses in rocking her hips into me just long enough to fling her jacket and shirt away. Then the lass fumbles with her bra.
I grasp the middle of her flimsy lace garment and wrench it apart.
Ashley slaps her hands on my chest and starts rocking her hips again with abandon, while I lunge up to latch on to her nipple. She cries out and quickens her movements, her breaths accelerating too. I squeeze her tits, lunge up again to suckle one, and flick my thumb over her nipple until she starts to come.