His tongue was caressing all the right spots, his fingers teasing and stroking…and then he slid one—twoinside of her, and she was surprised to feel her inner muscles tightening around him.
“Aye, lass,” he murmured against her skin. “Let it happen.”
With a gasp, her orgasm burst over her, and she bucked against Lyon’s mouth. He didn’t stop his ministrations, however, and each pass of his tongue was sweet torture, prolonging her pleasure until she wasn’t certain where one breath ended and the next began.
In fact…
She didn’t have time to recover before she realized the familiar pressure was building again. It was so unexpected, she squeezed her thighs around his ears, and he chuckled.
Gently, he pushed her knees apart, pausing in his kisses to push a third finger inside her. He was stroking from the inside now, curling in time with the rhythm her hips were setting.
And he continued, even as he kissed away from her core, to her inner thighs, then up her belly to her navel. He pushed himself to his feet, his fingers still deep within her, and held her gaze.
“Are ye ready for me, Bonnie lass?” he growled, and if she hadn’t been already, the wicked look of warning in his eyes would’ve ensured it.
She reached for him, instinctively spreading her thighs wider.
He was still fully dressed, but with his free hand, reached down and flipped up his kilt. She sucked in a breath when she saw his erect member—he’d called it his cock. Oh, many times over the last months, she’d felt his hardness, butseeingit now…
She licked her lips, and he began to stroke himself.
With her spread out across the bed like some kind of offering to an ancient god, there was only so much she could do to help. But still, her back arched, thrusting her hips toward him…and he took the hint.
Without pausing his strokes, he stepped up between her legs, slid his fingers from her core, and pushed into her.
They both sighed.
Then his hands fell to her hips, and he was thrusting, each movement causing her to spiral higher and higher, closer to that familiar pleasure. It was as if her recent orgasm hadn’t faded a bit, had just been delayed.
His eyes were closed, his head tipped back, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen anything as magnificent, as beautiful, as her beast.
With a roar, he lifted her rear end from the bed, each plunge stronger and more wonderful than the one before. Bonnie’s fingers crept between them, under where his kilt spread across her navel, until she touched her hidden pearl.
With a gasp, she felt herself constricting around him, and rubbed herself. He glanced down, growled her name, and slammed home once more.
Her pleasure burst over her again, white-hot behind her eyelids, as he spilled deep inside her. Each spasm of her core seemed to milk further warmth from him, until he collapsed atop her, panting, supporting himself with his palms against the mattress on either side of her face.
Her fingers were curled around the material of his waistcoat, and she couldn’t seem to get her breathing under control.
“Holy…fooking shite,” he groaned.
And she began to laugh helplessly.
To her unending joy, his lips curled upward, and chuckles wracked his chest as he slid from her and flopped onto the bed beside her.
Still fully dressed.
Giggling, she rolled to her side, resting her chin on her arms atop his chest, beneath which his heartbeat was slowing. “Well, I hardly think that was fair,husband.”
“Fair?” he growled, lifting his golden head from the mattress to glare at her. “Ye cametwice.”
“Yes, but I did not get to admire your body. Next time, we arebothgoing to be naked.”
With another theatrical groan, he threw one forearm across his eyes. “Mercy, lass, mercy. I need… Recover… Och, Bonnie, ye’ll be the death of me.”
“Yes,” she drawled as she crawled up his body to hover over him. “But you will die happy.”
His lips curled under his arm. “That I will.”
