by Nancy Fraser
The intense heat from the fireplace was nothing compared to the warmth her touch ignited.
He reached for the hem of her sweater and pushed the soft wool up to uncover her full breasts. The bra she wore barely contained them. He tugged at one side until he’d uncovered a perfectly puckered tip. His mouth watered with the thought of tasting her.
He drew the very tip of her breast into his mouth and nipped gently with his teeth.
“Oh…my.”
Her soft exclamation came out on a moan and was like music to his ears. He sucked harder, and she bucked beneath him. He shifted and slid his thigh between her legs. Lifting her slightly, he pulled her sweater off completely and unhooked her bra.
When she lay back against the rug, he slid the bra straps down her arms and tossed the piece of satin and lace aside. Her full, ripe breasts stood proudly to his gaze, the dark brown nipples swollen, their tips like ripe berries offered up for his sustenance.
Her body glistened from a mixture of sensual and real heat. The flames from the fire reflected off the dampness of her skin. He bent his head and licked first one breast and then the other, teasing the taut tips with a stream of air blown carelessly in their direction.
She squirmed beneath him and raised her hips, her fingers working at the closure of her jeans.
“Here, let me,” he offered. While he worked on removing her jeans, she fumbled with the hook closure on his slacks. He stood long enough to strip the snug denim from her long legs. Her skimpy thong came off easily, along with contrasting sensible cotton socks.
When he would have dropped his own pants, she sat up and reached for the waistband. Rather than another fumble, she deftly set him free and peeled the expensive garment down his legs, taking his briefs along for the ride.
He knelt before her, naked and fully aroused.
Her eyes widened. She reached out and gently scraped her fingernail along the length of his cock. His rock hard arousal bounced up and down in appreciation.
“That’s some impressive, city boy.”
He cupped her breasts in his hands, her silken curves melting into his palms, filling them completely. She was perfection, even more so than he’d imagined. “I’m the one who’s impressed.”
She grasped his wrist and pulled him forward. “Maybe we should see what else we can do to impress one another.”
His mind was going crazy with all the things he wanted to do to her…all the ways he wanted to satisfy her. He needed to slow down, or there’d be no prolonged satisfaction for him. He was about to go off as quickly as a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
“Let me make love to you,” he whispered as he laid her back against the pillows. She opened her mouth but he smothered whatever she was about to say with the press of his lips, the slide of his tongue across hers. She sucked. Hard. Intensifying an already heart-stopping kiss.
He shifted restlessly from her mouth back to her luscious breasts, alternating between them, sucking and nipping and soothing with the brush of his tongue. She wiggled her hips from side to side, likely as restless as he was for the first of many releases.
Ronan kissed his way across her midriff to her hips, stopping long enough to stroke each sumptuous curve with his flattened palms. Visions of grasping her perfectly rounded flesh while she rode him to a wild climax danced on his closed eyelids.
He ran his tongue across the tops of her thighs and she shivered.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She slid one leg to the side and he settled between them.
Cupping her rounded bottom in his hands, he lifted. “Just lie back and relax. I promise you’ll enjoy.”
Pressing forward, he buried his face between her thighs and flicked his tongue for the first taste. She opened like a flower, her thighs falling to the sides as she dug her heels into the rug beneath them and raised her hips even higher.
She was soft, sensually sweet, and as warm as a mouthful of expensive brandy. He toyed with the tight little button and then pressed a firm stroke to her wet clit. Retrieving one hand from beneath her, he slid a finger into her molten center. Her hips rose and fell in syncopation with his dual assault of thrusting fingers and flicking tongue.
He set a steady rhythm. Stroke, lick, suck, and bite. Beneath him, Aileen thrashed like a wild animal. She thrust her fingers through his hair and cupped his head in her hands, pushing him forward and in a moment of frenzy pulling him back.
Ronan withdrew his finger from inside her wet pussy, the slow, deliberate removal drawing her muffled cry. He returned to her opening, two fingers wide. He’d barely completed a half dozen strokes when her core clenched, trapping him knuckle deep. She pushed upward, pressing her clit against his tongue, pushing toward her release.
Her climax was a thing of beauty, and he reveled in the fact he’d given it to her. Her entire body shook, and her breath came out in short, staccato, puffs as she gasped for air.
He pressed a few lingering kisses to her inner thighs, calming her.
She relaxed back onto the gathered pillows, her rapid breathing almost back to normal. She released a long sigh and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with her hazy one.
“That was…ah…wonderful.”
Her breathless admission tugged on his pride, puffed out his chest. For the first time in a long time, he reveled in the simply given compliment. He smiled down at her. “Good.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her belly. “Because it’s time to do it again.”
Chapter Five
Aileen sucked in a ragged breath. She clawed frantically at the rug beneath her back, her heels scrambling for purchase against the rug’s tasseled edge.
Ronan lay buried between her legs, his mouth, tongue and fingers driving her to the very brink for yet a third time. Her climax was close, teetering somewhere between fantasy and reality. She raised her hips, her body contorted like an archer’s drawn bow.
Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his fingers. Her sensitive clit throbbed with anticipation just before all hell broke loose.
A scream echoed in her ears. Was that her? Had she been the one to utter a string of curse words worthy of the finest sailor?
“Oh, my fucking Aunt Petunia.”
His gentle kisses to her midriff brought her back to reality. He raised his head slightly and met her gaze. A broad grin altered his full lips. “Do you really have an Aunt Petunia?”
She shook her head, a soft laugh escaped her. “No, thank goodness.”
He caressed her thighs, her hips, and smoothed his hand across the center of her body as he made his way slowly upward. He lay down beside her and drew her into his arms, pillowing her head on his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Is there some level of existence better than ‘okay’? If so, that’s where I’m at.”
“Good. That was my intention.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, the lingering taste of her climax still damp on his mouth. The musky fragrance clung to his skin. He cupped her chin and tilted her head up until their gazes met. “What say we take advantage of the fancy shower I saw in my uncle’s suite?”
She ran her hand down the length of his body and encompassed his swollen cock. “What about you? I thoughtˮ
Pressing two fingers to her lips, he stopped her mid-sentence. “There’ll be plenty of time for me later. Besides, the shower will relax us both and get us closer to that huge four-poster bed.”
She pumped her hand once, twice, sliding her palm smoothly across his tightly drawn flesh. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he said, closing his hand over hers.
Ronan pushed himself to his feet before taking her hands in his and pulling her up and into his arms. When he closed his mouth over hers, she thrust her tongue between his teeth, drawing his deep, lusty groan.
“You are a witch,” he grumbled, his lips pressed to her throat. He nipped her earlobe and then slipped the tip of his tongue into her ear.
Her knees buckled and she came again. The eas
e with which he could make her lose control would have been embarrassing if it weren’t so fucking hot.
She grasped his hand in hers and pulled him toward the bedroom.
While he started the shower, she tossed Kieran’s kilt on the rocker, turned back the bed and closed the blinds, shutting out the early afternoon light.
Almost as an afterthought, she lit two candles on the nearby table before joining Ronan in the wide, glass-enclosed shower. When she opened the door, he moved to the side to make room. His big body glistened with water. He’d slicked his hair back with his hand, the strands curling at his temples.
He ran his gaze over her body and shot her a broad smile. “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.”
She pressed her lips to his throat and shook her head, dusting his skin with her open mouth. “Not a chance, city boy.”
His cock bounced against her wet thigh. Anxious to pay him back for her multiple orgasms, she slid downward, kissing a trail along his chest, his belly, and his hips until she was on her knees. She smoothed her cheek over his cock and wrapped a gentle hand around his balls.
He nearly lost his balance, grabbing onto the gleaming brass fixtures for support. When she closed her mouth around the very end of his impressive shaft, he leaned back against the tiles and thrust his hips forward.
The cadence of the falling water was like a metronome, setting the pace for her movement over his extended flesh. She slid forward and back, matching the shower’s rhythm in perfect syncopation, licking and sucking, teasing him with her tongue. Hopefully driving him as insane as he’d made her. He pushed his fingers through her long hair and cradled her head in his big hand, holding her to her task.
She did her best to relax, to open her throat fully and take him even deeper. To give him the same pleasure he’d given her.
With each forward thrust and retreat, her nipples brushed the wiry hairs on his legs, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body.
His body tensed, the muscles in his broad thighs tightened. She ran her hands over his buttocks and pulled him closer. He tried to pull back, away, but she refused to let him go.
“Stop, please,” he begged, but she held fast to his hips. He was going to come, whether he wanted to or not.
Quickening her pace, she flicked her tongue against the soft vein on the underside of his cock. His hands clenched tightly in her hair. He exploded in her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could before releasing him. She slumped forward, her forehead pressed to his thigh and released a long, satisfied sigh. The muscles in his legs were quivering and she relished the thought she’d made him tremble.
“Jesus H!” He carefully disengaged his fingers from her hair and smoothed his hand across the top of her head. Grasping her shoulders in his palms, he drew her to her feet.
The moment she’d gained her balance, he pulled her into his arms and buried his face beneath the curtain of her wet hair. His ragged breathing was a welcome reward for her hard work.
It was her turn to ask, “You okay?”
His laugh proceeded a distinct nod of his head. “I’ve never been this okay in my life.”
They took turns soaping each other from head to toe, teasing each other with touches, strokes. He drew another two climaxes from her body before the water began to cool. They managed to get the soap rinsed from their bodies just before cool became cold.
Ronan twisted the taps to off and reached for a towel on the nearby hook, wrapping the thick terrycloth around her body. He anchored a second, smaller towel at his hips as they stepped out of the shower.
Aileen turned to face him, laying her hands against his damp chest. “Another few minutes and we would have been popsicles.” She grasped the towel at his waist and pulled it from his body, tossing it aside. Then, reaching for the top of her own towel, she spread it wide and wrapped it around them both. “We need body heat to warm up.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” He scooped her up into his arms and set a course for the bed. Tossing her into the center of the thick mattress, he stripped the towel from beneath her and let it fall to the floor.
Her body heated up immediately under the intensity of his molten gaze. Liquid warmth pooled between her legs. He eyed her up and down, pausing at her breasts before dipping lower. He reached out and ran his fingertip across the tops of her thighs.
She parted her legs, eager for his touch.
Rather than follow through, he stood up straight and took a step away from the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said. Reaching for the discarded kilt, he wrapped it around his hips and left the room.
Aileen forced herself to remain in the bed when all she wanted to do was follow him, to find out what was more important than the two of them making love.
Fortunately, she didn’t have long to wait. Ronan returned moments later, a half-dozen foil wrapped packets held tightly in his grasp.
Her heart skipped a beat. You had to appreciate the man’s confidence.
He dropped the condoms on the nightstand and reached for the waistband of the kilt.
“No, don’t,” she whispered. She grasped his hand in hers and pulled him down onto the bed beside her. “I’ll unwrap you later.”
Settling in at her side, he pulled her into a tight embrace. “I’ve never been ‘unwrapped’ before. Sounds kinky.”
“There’s something sexy about a man in a kilt.” She slid her hand beneath the hem and scored his thigh with her nails. “Especially when it’s worn the proper way.” She slid her hand a bit farther up his leg until she could tease his balls with the tips of her fingers. “Let me demonstrate.”
Chapter Six
Ronan relaxed back in the big bed, his desires about to be fully realized.
Aileen straddled his thighs and leaned forward, brushing the very tips of her breasts across his chest. When she sat back on her heels, he wrapped his hands around her ripe flesh and massaged her nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
She pushed the kilt up a few inches and shifted restlessly, spreading her legs and rubbing her clit against his thigh. His shaft strained against the woven material, the sensitive tip brushing against the soft wool.
Leaning forward, she snagged one of the condoms off the nightstand and tore it open with her teeth. His balls contracted tightly and his cock jumped. If she didn’t hurry, his cock was going to break through the damned kilt on its own.
He needed to convey the urgency he was feeling so he gave her nipples a little pinch. She squirmed, riding his thigh even harder than before.
She slid her hand beneath the edge of the kilt and slipped the rubber sheath into place. Then, with a sweep of her hand, she pushed the kilt up to his waist and raised her hips, brushing the very edge of her hot, wet pussy over his dick. She hovered, taunting the sensitive end of his shaft, teasing him, yet not settling herself into place.
Torture. This beautiful, sexy, woman was really a torturous witch.
He took a firm hold on her hips. The curvy flesh melted in his hands, just as he’d imagined. He flexed his fingers, enjoying the resiliency of the way her silken skin felt against his palms. It almost made him forget his own urgent needs.
Almost.
“If you don’t climb on board soon, sweetheart, I’m going to burst a pipe.”
She giggled, a soft, melodic, almost girlish tone. Yet she wasn’t a girl; she was a full-fledged, sensual woman, lowering herself in frustratingly slow increments over his straining cock.
“Better?”
“Yes, much.” Ronan raised his hips and she bounced against him. “Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast.”
She raised and lowered her hips, up and down, over and over, her hot pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. She shifted, wiggling her hips left and right, picking up speed with each stroke. Her first climax came quickly, drenching them both. He expected she’d slow down to recoup. Instead, she picked up the pace, her perfectly rounded ass slapping loudly against his damp thighs.
/> He grasped her hips and guided her up and down. His cock strained against the confines of their protection, his climax just seconds away. “That’s it, sweetheart, you’ve got me right where you want me.”
“No, not yet.” She slowed the pump of her hips and snaked her hand between their joined bodies until she could encase his aching balls. The gentle manipulation of her touch relaxed them and pulled him back from the edge.
She began again, slowly grinding her hips against him, lifting and then lowering herself over his cock. Her wet heat enveloped him, the muscles of her pussy pulsating, gripping him, and drawing on every last ounce of his reserve. He drew her closer until he could take her nipple into his mouth. He toyed with the distended tip, stroking it with his tongue, nipping with his teeth. Sucking as hard as he could.
She came again, her muscles contracting around his shaft.
He shifted his attention to the other breast, paying it the same attention he had the first. She cried out when he took the first bite of her flesh.
He bathed the tiny bite with his tongue, released his hold on her breast, and threw his head back in pure delight. He’d never, ever, felt this much pleasure prior to a climax. As if she could read his very thoughts, her pace quickened, the friction she’d created stealing his breath, his sanity.
“Please,” he pleaded, his tone frantic. “It’s time. I can’t take much more.”
She reared back and balanced herself by placing her palms against his chest. She leaned forward, nearly climbing off him entirely before she plunged backward.
His climax came hard and fast, drawing his triumphant shout of release, causing his head to swim with undeniable pleasure. The sensation of floating outside his body was all too real. Her earlier frantic pace slowed to a sensual dance, milking him of every last bit of energy, draining him completely.
“I wish we’d skipped the condom,” she said once he’d disposed of their rubber guardian and pulled her into his arms.
