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Authors: Brina Cary
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However, I have a very hard time believing that you’ll be my only lover.”
She felt his hand slip under her shirt and come to rest on her side. He gently kissed her. “Amelia, I will love ye this night. Tomorrow I will pretend nothing happened for yer benefit. I promise ye that we will have many more nights together and ye will nae have another lover.”
Her skin tingled where his hand settled. Need caused her to throb. Want filled her. Such a simple act, but it served to turn her on. It was like someone flipped a switch within her. Emotions cascaded through her and she moved to straddle his waist. “Jacob, we can talk later. Right now I would like to fuck you.”
“Och, such talk for a queen.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
She watched his face as he smiled at her. The lines showed he didn’t smile as often as most people did. There was a small scar underneath his right eye that was almost faded with time. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the scar, as if she could soothe whatever memory was associated with it. He reached his hand up and lightly caressed her face. She leaned back and inhaled his spicy scent of oranges and sandalwood — masculinity in its finest.
“Are ye sure?”
“Aye, Jacob. I’m sure.” She smiled. She was sure. Not sure that it would end well, but sure that it would be a night to remember. As he used his hands to remove her shirt, while skimming her skin, she was never more sure in her entire life. Goosebumps raised along the flesh. Desire built.
As he took her shirt off over her head she heard him whisper that she was beautiful. She reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall about her. The curls drove her nuts, but when he looked at her in awe, she leaned her head forward. The hair swished about her face and brushed against her skin. She watched as he brought a hand up, wrapping one tendril about his fingers he dragged it along her skin. He released it and she leaned back.
“Yer curls bounce. Will ye ride me?”
Her answer came in the form of a grin as she turned to undo the button and fly of his pants. She pushed the material down about his hips and his member sprung free, standing at attention. She lightly grabbed it in her left hand, with her body still turned, and used her fingers to lightly caress it. He was large, but the thought of him filling her just served to make her more wet.
A pain at her hip and the inner nook of her leg caused her to turn back to him, as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. “Hey! Those were my favorite pair,” she whined. He held her ripped underwear in his hand. “Now I have burns in not so nice places.”
“Och, I will make it better.” Dropping the underwear he picked her up and pulled her up onto her knees, moving her to where her vagina was just above his mouth. “Ye will come, then ye will ride me.”
His words were a promise and a threat — words that carried weight and branded her soul. It caused her stomach to drop and moisture to pool. The threat was one she would gladly adhere to. The promise was one she looked forward to.
As his tongue lightly stroked her folds she whimpered — her belly clenched. His tongue delved in her, piercing her. She folded forward, slamming her hand down on the bed. “Why have I not done this before?” He held her up, his strength evident. Leaning a bit she tried to see what he was doing. Attempting to watch his tongue dive in and out of her caused her to shiver. In and out, it dived. Slick and soft, it caressed her insides.
“I can’t take this! Please!” She begged him to hurry. Grasping the bedclothes in her hands, she tried to contort herself even further, mesmerized at his actions.
A smack to her bottom made her sit ram rod straight, back up on her knees. He caressed where he had smacked her. “I am nae finished yet. Quit watching and enjoy. Ye will come quicker that way.”
As he urged her back to his mouth, she whimpered again. His tongue flicked
She felt his hand slip under her shirt and come to rest on her side. He gently kissed her. “Amelia, I will love ye this night. Tomorrow I will pretend nothing happened for yer benefit. I promise ye that we will have many more nights together and ye will nae have another lover.”
Her skin tingled where his hand settled. Need caused her to throb. Want filled her. Such a simple act, but it served to turn her on. It was like someone flipped a switch within her. Emotions cascaded through her and she moved to straddle his waist. “Jacob, we can talk later. Right now I would like to fuck you.”
“Och, such talk for a queen.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from.”
She watched his face as he smiled at her. The lines showed he didn’t smile as often as most people did. There was a small scar underneath his right eye that was almost faded with time. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the scar, as if she could soothe whatever memory was associated with it. He reached his hand up and lightly caressed her face. She leaned back and inhaled his spicy scent of oranges and sandalwood — masculinity in its finest.
“Are ye sure?”
“Aye, Jacob. I’m sure.” She smiled. She was sure. Not sure that it would end well, but sure that it would be a night to remember. As he used his hands to remove her shirt, while skimming her skin, she was never more sure in her entire life. Goosebumps raised along the flesh. Desire built.
As he took her shirt off over her head she heard him whisper that she was beautiful. She reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall about her. The curls drove her nuts, but when he looked at her in awe, she leaned her head forward. The hair swished about her face and brushed against her skin. She watched as he brought a hand up, wrapping one tendril about his fingers he dragged it along her skin. He released it and she leaned back.
“Yer curls bounce. Will ye ride me?”
Her answer came in the form of a grin as she turned to undo the button and fly of his pants. She pushed the material down about his hips and his member sprung free, standing at attention. She lightly grabbed it in her left hand, with her body still turned, and used her fingers to lightly caress it. He was large, but the thought of him filling her just served to make her more wet.
A pain at her hip and the inner nook of her leg caused her to turn back to him, as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. “Hey! Those were my favorite pair,” she whined. He held her ripped underwear in his hand. “Now I have burns in not so nice places.”
“Och, I will make it better.” Dropping the underwear he picked her up and pulled her up onto her knees, moving her to where her vagina was just above his mouth. “Ye will come, then ye will ride me.”
His words were a promise and a threat — words that carried weight and branded her soul. It caused her stomach to drop and moisture to pool. The threat was one she would gladly adhere to. The promise was one she looked forward to.
As his tongue lightly stroked her folds she whimpered — her belly clenched. His tongue delved in her, piercing her. She folded forward, slamming her hand down on the bed. “Why have I not done this before?” He held her up, his strength evident. Leaning a bit she tried to see what he was doing. Attempting to watch his tongue dive in and out of her caused her to shiver. In and out, it dived. Slick and soft, it caressed her insides.
“I can’t take this! Please!” She begged him to hurry. Grasping the bedclothes in her hands, she tried to contort herself even further, mesmerized at his actions.
A smack to her bottom made her sit ram rod straight, back up on her knees. He caressed where he had smacked her. “I am nae finished yet. Quit watching and enjoy. Ye will come quicker that way.”
As he urged her back to his mouth, she whimpered again. His tongue flicked
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