Running her hands up his bare legs, she saw his shaft jerk in response.
“May I touch you?” she asked.
“Aye,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “You can touch me anywhere you want to and I won’t mind.”
Tentatively, she moved her hand over to his rigid shaft. He groaned the instant she brushed her fingers over it.
His breathing ragged, he moved his hand to cover hers and show her how to stroke him.
Nora was thrilled by the pleasure on his face, by his deep, masculine moans. He was so hard and yet soft to the touch. She’d never before really examined a man’s part, now she took her time exploring it.
She ran her fingers over the tip, letting his wetness coat her skin. Then she went down the length of him to the base and gently cupped his sac.
He arched his back, growling at her.
Ewan watched her innocent exploration of his body. He’d never known anything more splendid than her hands on him. He wished he had his hands free long enough to return her caresses.
“Does this feel good?” she asked as she ran her finger over the tip of him again.
“Aye.”
“Why is the tip leaking?”
He groaned. The woman was completely unabashed with her questions. “It just something it does when I’m aroused.”
“Can I taste you like you tasted me?”
Ewan groaned again at the very thought. “Aye.”
He watched as she lowered her head tentatively to his shaft. And when she took him into her mouth, he thought he would die of the ecstasy of it.
He growled as he forced himself to lie still while she discovered him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her or cause her to pull back.
But the feel of her tongue stroking him while her mouth wrapped him in moist heat was almost more pleasure than he could bear.
No woman had ever done this to him before. It was something a man didn’t ask a lady to do and yet she’d done it on her own.
Aye, he loved her boldness. Her curiosity.
Most of all he loved her.
He ran his bound hands through her hair and reveled in the feel of her. She sucked and teased him to the heights of pleasure, until he was nearly bursting.
Then suddenly, she pulled away and stared up at him. “I want you inside me, Ewan.”
“Straddle my waist.”
She did as he asked. Arching his back, Ewan guided her hips to his.
Without undressing, Nora slid herself slowly onto him.
They moaned in unison.
Ewan took her hand into his and led it to his lips so that he could nibble her fingertips as she rode him.
It was so strangely evocative for her to make love to him while his hands were tied. He was at her mercy and she was in control of their pleasure.
He would never have imagined the thrill this gave him.
