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her grasp again, exploring his length and the fascinating mix of steel and velvety softness.
He sighed and arched in her grasp. His entire body was taut, and she marveled at the idea that she could bring him such pleasure with something as simple as a few caresses.
Reveling in her newfound role as temptress, she allowed her hands free rein, gliding over the dips and curves of his rock-hard body. She explored every inch of his flesh, delighting in the power she had to make him shudder and moan.
She leaned down and pressed her mouth to the flat of his belly. She smiled when his muscles bunched and coiled and his hands curled into tight fists at his sides. He’d made no move to stop her sensual assault. He lay back, his jaw tight and his eyes half-lidded as he tracked her every movement.
Then she lifted her head and hesitated, unsure of how to voice the question that plagued her.
He put his fingers to her hair, gently pushing the tresses behind her ears as he stroked downward.
“What is it, lass? You have a look of worry in your eyes, and ’tis the last thing I want you thinking on when you pleasure me so with your lips and hands.”
She took a deep breath, summoning her courage. “Do you remember last night when you put your mouth …” She blushed to the roots of her hair even thinking of verbalizing her thoughts.
“Where, lass?” he asked gently. “Do you mean when I kissed you betwixt your legs and put my tongue to your womanly parts?”
She nodded shyly. “Aye.”
“Did you enjoy it when I kissed you there?”
She nodded again. “Aye, I did. I wondered …”
“Say what’s on your mind, love. You have nothing to fear with me. There’s no need to be shy, no matter how adorable you are when you’re so hesitant. ’Tis the truth when you gift me with that shy smile I want nothing more than to press you to the bed and sink into you over and over.”
Her face went warm with pleasure at his heated words. It was obvious he meant every one of them and they weren’t pretty words meant to woo or distract her.
“I thought if ’twas so pleasurable for me to have your mouth … there … that perhaps you would find pleasure if I were to use my mouth … here,” she whispered as her hands found his length once more.
He went absolutely still. His jaw was clenched and his eyes blazed with quiet intensity. His fingers curled and uncurled, gripping the sheets and pulling them tight.
Then he lifted his hands and cupped her breasts before gliding upward to feather over her face.
“I cannot imagine anything sweeter than your mouth around me, lass. But I do not want you to do such for me, only to please me. Just your hands upon me brings me greater pleasure than I ever dreamed.”
She leaned forward again until their mouths were but a breath apart. Their gazes connected, soulful and wanting. She kissed him, savoring each second they were in contact.
“ ’Tis the truth it would bring me as much pleasure to taste and explore you,” she whispered.
He groaned and closed his eyes, almost as if he were doing everything in his power to keep his control tightly reined.
“I am ever your servant,” he said hoarsely. “Do with me as you will. I’ll never gainsay you. I am yours to do with as you wish.”
Her confidence bolstered by the obvious approval in his eyes and his words, she kissed a path down his jaw to his neck, where she stopped to tease and nip.
She savored every moan, every quick intake of breath, every time his body tightened in obvious approval of her actions.
She worked her way down, pausing to pay special attention to the wound on his chest, kissing every inch of the puckered flesh. Then she made her way farther still, teasing a line to his navel.
He jerked when she slid her tongue around the shallow indention and then delved within. Chill bumps danced across his pelvis and his belly.
As she moved lower, his erection bumped her chin and she paused to curl her fingers around his massive length. She wasn’t entirely certain as to what she was doing. It was new territory for her. But instincts made up for a lot, and she was confident enough to follow those instincts.
She kissed the base, just above the wiry hairs that covered the heavy sac between his legs.