He wasn’t done tasting her. He kissed her jaw, her neck, before moving onto her other nipple through the shirt, grinning into her shuddering chest when she let out another taut moan. ‘Take as much time as you need. It’s just you and me here.’
Her lids blinked open, hazy as she sought him out. ‘I think I’m close.’
‘Yeah? Are you going to come on my fingers, sweetheart?’
‘Oh, God.’ Her voice was wispy, desperate, and he loved how much she loved his dirty way with words. He wanted to talk to her through all of it, wanted to make sure she knew she was safe and she had all of him. In the end, he did, muttering, ‘My good, sweet girl,’ as her pretty little whines echoed with the birdsong. When he hooked against her G-spot, her walls clenched, and she rode his fingers until her convulsions crested, gasps shrill.
‘There we go,’ he praised. ‘You look so fucking perfect when you come. Sound even better.’
Her fingers curled into the blanket, brows puckering, before her hips finally sank down. She closed her legs, a silent dismissal. Struan could have spent hours like this, but he pulled out with her arousal dripping down his knuckles.
He placed a final kiss on her nose, then sucked the heavenly taste of her from his fingers.
‘Do you… want to do something about this?’ Rae questioned coyly, brushing a knee against his cock. He’d forgotten about his own lust, but now it stretched into something painful.
‘Only if you want to. I’m not keeping score.’
‘I want to,’ she vowed.
He pulled away, clenching his teeth when his zipper brushed his erection. She sat up, gulping at the sight of his boxers. Slowly, she drew her hand down his shaft through the cotton. He trembled, afraid to move, to find out this wasn’t real – because it couldn’t be. Nothing felt this good, and someone like her, smart and talented and focused, couldn’t want someone like him, even if this was as far as it went.
She shook her head suddenly, and he frowned. ‘Rae, you don’t have to—’
‘No, it’s not that. I just don’t know how this happened.’
‘Maybe tayberries are an aphrodisiac. If that’s the case, you could make a fortune.’
She snorted, pumping him through his boxers until he was tugging up blades of grass just to clasp onto something. ‘Fuck. You feel perfect.’
‘Are you sure? Tell me what you like—’
‘This. I like this. Please keep going,’ he begged.
She peeled back his boxers to let his cock spring free, then rolled a thumb over his gleaming head, watching his face carefully as though afraid of doing something wrong. It wasn’t possible. Everything she did made his head swim.
‘Come here. Please. Need you closer.’ He tugged her onto his lap, her weight keeping him grounded as his climax approached.
‘How are you both so filthy and so ridiculously polite?’ she questioned.
He chuffed, barely able to muster a coherent sentence. ‘Only for you, sweetheart.’
Her breath was jagged against his cheek, and she traced a tender finger over his lips. He was so far gone that he didn’t think before taking it into his mouth, clamping around it, while his orgasm rushed over him with terrifying intensity.
Only then did he have nothing left to say, words escaping him.
Everything escaping him, save for her.
12
It only occurred to Rae to feel awkward after, when Struan’s throaty moans quietened and she’d pulled her finger from his mouth.
What on earth had she done? How exactly had it happened?
Why did she still want more?
Struan tucked himself back into his boxers, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. ‘Jesus, Rae. I thought you said you were out of practice.’
She flushed. If only he knew that this was as far as she’d ever gone. Foreplay, but never anything more. Certainly, she’d never come so quickly just from a bit of fingering. She was glad her inexperience didn’t show, glad she could bring him pleasure even if she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing.
