Page 59 of When the Laird Conquers

He found the nipple he had not yet tended to, the warmth of his mouth making her squirm deliciously, the gentle suck igniting fresh sparks of lightning that shivered down between her thighs. There, she felt the pulse of whatever his manhood had brushed against… and longed to explore that unknown source of the most intense pleasure.

Gordon kissed along her ribs and the curve of her waist, his lips trailing across her skin to find the slight rounding of her stomach. From there, he moved to the swell of her hip, his tongue tasting, and onto the trembling flesh of her thigh.

She watched, breathless, as he knelt on the floor and his arms slid beneath her. She was entirely uncertain of what was about to happen, but knew full well that it would be enlightening.

The first stroke of his tongue against that mysterious sensitive spot was like waking up to an entirely new bright world and realizing that she had been asleep for the past twenty-two years.

“Oh, my God! Oh! Yes! Yes!” she cried out, her hands gripping fistfuls of the coverlets.

He teased her for a moment, his tongue moving in slow, tortuous circles that nudged her toward the edge of a wondrous insanity. Echoes of the pleasure of his first stroke rippled through her, but he was denying her the intensity, making her wait.

Is this why they call you the Cruel One?

She bit her lip to stop herself from asking, in case it soured the mood. Nor did she want to know if he had actually earned his nickname by being talented with an abundance of women.

“Yes, my Laird… Yes… Please, my Laird…” she moaned.

She thought she felt him smile as his talented tongue curved inward, narrowing to a point of pure ecstasy. He flicked his tongue against her, and she cried out, words no longer attainable, soaring on a wave of delicious pleasure.

But he didn’t let the wave settle this time. Instead, he rolled his tongue across that bundle of nerves in a measured stroke, tasting her, stirring her up, while his fingertips slid between her slick folds to find her entrance.

With the next stroke of his tongue, he eased a finger inside her, and the last of her sense and reason abandoned her entirely.

If he had stripped away his clothes and pushed inside her at that moment, she would have locked her legs around him and urged him on, ignoring the risks altogether. Indeed, how could something that felt so good be a danger?

Or was that the danger?

She shrugged away the thought and imagined that what she had felt and briefly seen between his thighs was there instead of his finger. And when he eased another finger inside her, she bucked her hips to feel it even more, while his tongue against her pulsing bud made her writhe and moan.

“Yes,” she panted. “Oh hell… Oh hell, yes…”

It was perhaps the coarsest thing she had ever said, and it felt so good not to be worried about offending anyone or getting scolded by her aunt.

His fingers curled inside her, pulsing against another sensitive spot, while gently thrusting in and out. All the while, his tongue moved to a potent rhythm, conducting an orchestra of bliss that seemed to be rising to a powerful crescendo.

She had no notion of what that crescendo might be, but she was eager to find out as she moved with him, meeting the thrusts of his fingers, letting her body do whatever felt instinctive.

When he curled his tongue and sucked gently, she thought she might burst. It was all too much, and yet she wanted more. She wanted to reach the edge of what a person could feel at once and then leap even further into the unknown.

Just then, that rising crescendo reached its peak.

A feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced seized hold of her. It was all of the smaller sparks and ripples and shivers of pleasure together, bolstered a hundredfold, pummeling through her veins at once. It was a surging wave that she was facing with open arms, ready for its almighty power.

Ecstasy flowed through her, liquid fire that burned in the most wondrous way, lighting her up from the inside out until she felt like a phoenix rising. An entirely new being, emerging from the ashes of who she had thought she was.

“Yes!” she screamed in bliss. “Oh yes… Gordon, yes… Oh, Gordon… Gordon…”

She gripped the blankets, her back arched, her entire body trembling and shaking with the power of her ecstasy. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth raking across her lower lip, every part of her under the intense spell of that raw pleasure.

She flew upon that feeling for as long as she could, clinging to every pulse and shiver as the sensation slowly began to ebb. Like all good things, it could not have lasted forever. But now that she knew such a feeling existed, maybe this would not be the only time she felt it.

Maybe this was the start of an extension of their arrangement.

She collapsed into the soft mattress, more relaxed than if she had taken fifty fragrant baths. Her body still tingled, letting her know that she was changed, even if everything else was returning to normal. Her breathing evened out, her heart slowed, her muscles eased, her limbs ceased to tremble.

She gasped as Gordon withdrew his fingers. Slowly, he kissed his way back up, following the same path across her skin until he found her mouth.

There, with a smile, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly, sensually. She looped her arms around his neck and held him closer, kissing him back in kind.