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The hungry look in Chrisdean’s eyes made her heart race and her body thrum with anticipation. She leaned down to kiss him and found him pliable, his lips capturing her own as his hands grabbed her hips. He didn’t try to take control this time, though, Nimue noticed. He simply rested them there, a claim and an anchor.
She was wet against him, and she knew that Chrisdean could feel it. His gaze roamed all over her body, thumbs rubbing small circles on her hipbones as he took the sight of her in, and it all almost distracted her from her goal—almost.
There was something that Nimue wanted to try, something that Ailsa had told her about. She had promised Nimue that it would drive Chrisdean crazy, and it was something that she had been eager to do ever since.
Kissing her way down Chrisdean’s chest, she eventually reached his member and took it in her hand once more, guiding it to her lips. At the softest touch of them against Chrisdean’s skin, he groaned, his hand coming up to tangle in Nimue’s hair.
“What are ye doin’ to me, lass?” Chrisdean asked her, and she didn’t miss that he sounded breathless. Nimue just smiled around the tip of his manhood before taking him deeper into her mouth. “Ye’ll be the death of me, do ye ken that?”
Nimue thought that if Chrisdean were to die, she wouldn’t be far behind. Her own desire threatened to consume her, and she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, her sensitive flesh begging her to let him inside. She liked it as much as Chrisdean, though; she liked the way he felt on her tongue, she liked the praise that came from his lips, she liked having him so vulnerable in such an intimate way.
Taking him deep in her mouth, Nimue hollowed her cheeks, sucking on his feverish member. As much as she wanted to draw it out, Chrisdean’s groans urged her to move faster, to take him deeper and deeper, until there was nothing left. She was hungry for him, her skin burning up with her mad desire for the man, and she couldn’t control herself.
It wasn’t long before Chrisdean stopped her, though, pushing her back gently. “If ye keep doin’ this, I willna last,” he said. “Come here.”
Nimue obliged, climbing over Chrisdean once more and letting him pull her into a kiss. She moaned into it when she felt his hand cup her breast and then move lower and lower until his thumb was rubbing circles around a spot that made her see stars behind her closed eyelids. When he slipped two fingers inside her, her eyes shot open once more, pleasure overtaking her body. She mindlessly began to move her hips, taking his fingers deeper inside her. She didn’t miss the way that Chrisdean was looking at her, as though she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, as though he wanted to devour her whole.
With a hand on her buttock, Chrisdean pulled her closer and closer until his lips and tongue could join his fingers in their ministrations. The heat of his mouth had Nimue biting her fist to stop herself from crying out, but Chrisdean was quick to pull her hand away.
“I want to hear ye,” he said, between licks of his tongue that drove her to insanity. “Dinna keep yerself quiet. I want to hear every sound ye make.”
Chrisdean swirled his tongue around her folds, curling his fingers inside of her. His tongue was a persistent warmth against her and inside her, next to his fingers. The moans that tumbled out of Nimue’s lips after that had her blushing, a deep red spreading over her cheeks at how wanton she was being. They seemed to spur Chrisdean on, though, and every flick of his tongue was joyful torture that pushed her closer and closer to the edge until she could take no more and screamed out his name, her flesh pulsating against his lips.
Once she could move again, Nimue took Chrisdean in her hand again. She was far from done with him, she decided, as she stroked his hardness a few times before guiding him inside her.
Chrisdean cursed under his breath as he grabbed her hips once more, his fingers digging into her. Nimue began to roll her hips slowly, savoring every moment, every slide of skin against skin. Her breasts swung rhythmically to the movements of her hips, and she saw Chrisdean watch them as they did, his gaze pinned on them. He felt so big inside her, splitting her in two in the best way, and she loved the feeling of being full of him.
When Chrisdean reached for her hands, lacing their fingers together, she smiled and brought them to her breasts, holding them there. With his thumbs, Chrisdean circled her nipples, rolling and pinching them. It sent ripples of pleasure through her, quickening her rhythm and making her cry out. She never wanted it to end. She wanted to feel that pleasure over and over until there was nothing left for her to feel.
Her climax came quickly after that, the sensations building deep inside her until they overtook her. She trembled with the force of it, her toes curling as she sank down onto him one more time, her crevice tightening rhythmically around Chrisdean and coaxing him to his own orgasm.
Breathless, Nimue collapsed next to Chrisdean, a laugh escaping her, even though she didn’t know why. She was just giddy with pleasure and so happy to have him back and all to herself that she couldn’t help but laugh.
Chrisdean joined her, and as they laughed, he leaned in to kiss her. “That was new,” he said, his tone teasing. “Definitely new.”
“I didna see ye complain,” Nimue said, sighing as Chrisdean caressed her skin, his fingers trailing from her breasts to her opening and back. Every now and then, he would dip the tip of his finger inside of her, a teasing touch that Nimue knew would soon have her ready for more. “If ye keep doin’ this, I dinna think that ye’ll get much rest today,” she warned him, her body already beginning to respond to his touch.
She couldn’t get enough of him, she thought. Every little touch, every little word, and breath that fell from his lips was arousing, and she always wanted more of him, anything that she could get. She wanted to pull him back into her mouth, back into her opening, to let him have her again and again in any way that he wanted.
“Perhaps I dinna wish to rest,” Chrisdean said with a small shrug. “Perhaps I wish to spend the entire night pleasurin’ me wife. She is quite insatiable, after all.”
His wife.
Nimue would never tire of the sound of that, she knew. After everything that had happened, she could hardly believe that they were married, but she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Her love for him was stronger than she had ever thought possible.
With a contented sigh, she laid her head on Chrisdean’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She knew that they would soon start touching each other again, and at the mere thought of it, heat pooled low in her belly, a persistent arousal that wouldn’t go away anytime soon. She wanted to enjoy the calm for a while longer, though. She wanted to lay in Chrisdean’s arms and remind herself that they wouldn’t be separated by anyone again.
“I love ye,” she whispered a quiet vow.
“I love ye, too, mo ghràdh,” Chrisdean said. “More than anythin’.”
