“I wondered at your taste,” she said huskily. “You liked me tasting you.” She cocked her head to the side in concentration. “Before, when you loved me with your mouth and tongue … is that something men like for women to do to them?”
“Oh aye,” he breathed. “Just imagining your sweet mouth around my shaft is more than I can bear.”
“Oh. ’Tis something I’ve never given thought to before.”
He chuckled. “I should hope not. Where would you have gotten such thoughts from?”
She smiled. “Only a few hours in your company and I find myself completely debauched. Surely other lasses don’t dwell on such things.”
“I don’t care what other lasses think about,” he murmured. “Just one particular lass, and I’m awfully glad she’s thinking what she is right now.”
“Is it too soon?” she asked hesitantly. “I mean for me to …”
“Let me clean myself. Then I’ll lie down so you’re comfortable.”
She reclined on her elbow and watched as he strode naked across the chamber to the pitcher and basin by the window. It was intensely arousing to watch him carefully clean the stickiness from his shaft. She glanced down at the smear on her belly and realized that she, too, needed cleaning.
She looked up, prepared to rise but Alaric had returned, a wet cloth in his hand. He reclined on the bed next to her and gently wiped away his se**n from her belly.
His shaft distended stiffly from his groin, and he didn’t look comfortable. How could he be? It looked … painful. Swollen and thick.
Tentatively, she reached out to touch him. He jerked against her and made an odd sound in his throat.
“I’m not certain what to do. I don’t want to do it … wrong.”
Alaric smiled and cupped her cheek. “I guarantee you won’t do it wrong. Well, unless you use your teeth.”
She giggled and then trailed her hand over his abdomen and up to his chest. “Perchance, you could instruct me on the way of it.”
He kissed her, then nibbled at the corner of her mouth. “Aye, lass. I’ll show you the way of it, and then I’ll die a happy man inside your mouth.”
He rolled from the bed and stood at the edge. He held out his hand and when she took it, he pulled her to a sitting position. Then he arranged her legs so that her feet were planted on the floor and she was perched on the edge of the straw mattress.
She caught on immediately when she saw that his shaft was on perfect level with her mouth. He reached for her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he positioned her just so.
“Open your mouth, lass. Let me inside.”
He dropped one hand from her head and grasped the base of his cock. Slowly he guided himself forward, past her parted lips and over her tongue.
The sensation startled her. He was incredibly hard, blunt and probing, and yet the skin was silky soft, the sensation intoxicating.
“Relax. Trust me and breathe through your nose.”
She hadn’t realized how tense she was until his words settled over her. Heeding his instruction, she willed herself to relax and she sucked in air through her nostrils.
He framed her head with his hands and held her firmly while he eased forward, deeper than before. His fingers trembled. It was the only sign of how affected he was by her attentions.
Never had she imagined such an explicit act. It seemed tawdry, a whore’s trick, something a lady would never contemplate, much less do. But it aroused Keeley. She wanted to please him—was desperate to please him. Her body did such odd things. Her br**sts plumped and swelled. Her most feminine parts throbbed and pulsed, so much so that the slightest touch would send her spiraling out of control.
His taste was as masculine as his scent. Strong. A hint of wood and smoke. She inhaled deeply, wanting his taste and his scent embedded into her memory.
A tiny spurt of liquid seeped onto her tongue. For a moment she savored it and allowed it to lubricate the deeper thrusts. Then she tenderly slid her tongue over the tip, sipping until there was nothing left.
He rocked up on his toes, straining forward as his fingers tightened on the sides of her head.
“Let me deeper. Swallow. Aye, that’s it, Keeley. Just like that. Take me whole.”
She swallowed against him and sucked him deep. For a moment she struggled to breathe, but he adjusted the angle so she was more comfortable.
He was inside her. All she could taste, breathe, or see was him. His heavy sac rested against her chin and the rough hairs at his groin tickled her nose.
When he retreated, he breathed so raggedly that the tortured sound was loud in the room. For a long moment he stood there, panting, his c**k still distended a mere inch from her mouth while she, too, gasped for breath.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
She blinked in confusion and looked behind her. She was on the bed. What did he mean?
“On your hands and knees. Face away from me,” he said.
Even as she went to do his bidding, he helped her get awkwardly on her knees as she turned to face the wall. He urged her backward, easing her knees along the soft mattress until her lower legs dangled in midair.
As soon as he was satisfied with her position, he slid his hands over the curve of her behind. It was an odd sensation being in such a position. Her mind conjured all sorts of naughty images, but she wasn’t sure such things were possible.
He squeezed and fondled the globes before moving lower to spread her folds. He ran his fingers through her wetness, sliding easily inside her. His entry shocked her and she bucked upward to meet the movement of his hand.