around his hip, and he shifted, the hardness of his arousal pressed alluringly to the damp folds between her thighs. She wanted to remove her trews, to feel that thickened shaft of male flesh sliding along her naked skin.
Toran gently swayed his hips back and forth, pressing his erection against her sex and sending sensations spiraling throughout her body, so much so that she was finding it hard to decipher a single thought.
Toran’s lips slowly drifted lower to her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin where her pulse beat hard. And then lower still, to her collarbone, his teeth scraping gently over the slope of her bone. He lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts to his gaze, and she sat up slightly so he could remove the garment properly. When she fell back against the bed, he was staring down at her in wonder, his hands tracing lines from her collarbone to her breasts and along her ribs.
“Ye’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“Ye imagined me without a shirt on?” she asked, a teasing smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
“Och, lass, I’ve imagined ye without a stitch of clothing on and lying beneath me as ye are right now.”
Jenny felt her face flush, heat rising from her chest up over her neck and cheeks.
“Ye’re so damn gorgeous.” He leaned down to kiss her again, the roughness of his shirt scratching against her sensitive skin.
Jenny tugged at his shirt too until he practically tore it off, tossing it to join hers on the floor. When his body joined with hers again, she gasped at the feel of his heated flesh on hers and the tickle of the hair on his chest. The feeling was exquisite, sensational, and she never wanted it to end. She pressed her hands to his ribs, letting her palms slide upward, stroking over the contours of his body, delighting in his very male flesh.
Toran slid lower, his mouth coming to her breast, tongue darting to flick over her nipple. She bucked and gasped, not having expected the incredibly wicked sensation to jar her so much. He swirled his tongue and then sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she thought she might actually float from the pleasure of it.
Jenny thrust her hands into his hair, arching her back and lifting her hips in time with the sway of his. Everything felt so good she wondered if she were in a dream or truly experiencing all the pleasure that Toran had to give. He kissed between her breasts, sliding his warm velvet lips to her other breast before teasing and toying with her nipple until she was panting, tiny mewls of pleasure escaping her throat.
But he didn’t stop there. Toran was kissing his way lower, his lips skimming over the quivering flesh of her belly, tongue circling her navel until he came to the ties that held her trews in place. With his teeth, he tugged, and she giggled.
“What are ye doing?”
“I am showing ye my skill, my prowess as a lover.”
“I am impressed.”
“Ye have no’ seen anything yet.” And then he tugged in earnest, proving to her that her trews could be removed by his teeth alone.
The cold whisper of air on her bare flesh was quickly replaced by heat as Toran kissed his way up from her bare ankles to her calves, tickling behind her knee with his tongue and then skimming his heated kisses over her inner thigh. Her calf rested on his shoulder, and she felt so incredibly wicked in this position, her sex bared for him to see, the hooded, hungry look in his eyes. He looked as though he wanted to devour her.
And then he did, taking his wicked mouth from her inner thigh to press a heated kiss to the center of her curls.
Jenny bucked upward, trying to sit up, to protest, but Toran grunted against her throbbing flesh. His tongue darted out to lick at a certain spot that had her falling backward, even as the flat of his palm pressed between her breasts urging her back onto the cot.
“Let me kiss ye,” he murmured between her thighs. “Let me love ye.”
Jenny sighed in answer, finding words too difficult to form, and allowed her brain and body to succumb to the pleasure of his wicked tongue. His tongue dipped between her folds and stroked softly along the length of her. A hand behind her head, she tugged at the railing of the cot to keep