Free Under His Kilt by Melissa Blue Page A

hoping you wouldn’t. It’s killing me. What you got?”
    He flipped his hand over and showed her a black piece of cloth, silk, and a…glass dildo. Her gaze flicked to his. “Oh.”
    “Come here.” He climbed into the bed with her, resting on his haunches. She hesitated and he put down the cloth. “Nervous of what I want?”
    “Curious,” she said with caution.
    “You can tell me to stop if you don’t like it. I’m not tying you up but blindfolding you.”
    She bit her lip. “But you think I will? Like it?”
    He made a sound of assent. She took another moment and nodded, allowing him to play out his fantasy. He folded the strip of cloth once more and pressed closer, their gazes met and she inched forward, head tilting up. His mouth was inches away and a shocking thought hit her—they’d never kissed.
    Unbelievable when she thought of all the things they’d done. On their own accord, her fingers lifted to his mouth. Not at all plump or full, but soft, paler and pinker than his tanned skin. She wanted to kiss him then to know how he tasted, if he kissed with the same fervor of passion as he fucked, but he froze at the touch.
    Maybe he realized the same thing—they hadn’t kissed. Or maybe he’d made sure they never did. Kissing was an intimacy they should avoid, that much she could agree with as Jocelyn looked deep into his startling blue-gray gaze. She wanted to see something other than lust. She wanted to find true intimacy, a connection in the way he gazed at her. If she saw anything, it was because she wanted to see it. Jocelyn let her hand drop away and closed her eyes.
    Gently he secured the silk around her head and over her vision. When done, he pushed at her shoulder and she took the silent command to lie back.
    “Relax, I’m not going to do anything we haven’t done before.” He added and again a laugh colored his words, “Many times.”
    His hand grasped her left thigh and she jolted. He made a soothing noise and slid in between her legs, one hand gliding up her torso. Maybe it had everything to do with him touching her without being able to see him do it, but her senses felt heightened. His touch always sparked an insatiable desire within her, but now it burned that need to cinders, transformed it into something new, inconceivable.
    And then his mouth traced the outline of her jaw, down to her neck and lingered until she moaned. One hand continued to alternate between massaging one breast and plucking the tightened peak. His mouth replaced his hand.
    The warmth of his tongue drifted from her nipples. Cold. The dildo. He caressed the tip over her nipple. The beaded nub became painfully erect at the differing sensations. He’d glide the glass over and around her nipple, spreading the moisture from his kiss, and then it was his mouth again.
    She fisted her hands into the covers when he licked his way to her other breast and teased another moan from her lips with the same care. The bed shifted. Anticipation made her skin prickle and shortened her breaths. Suddenly, he cupped her mound, groaned against her skin as his fingers dipped into her wet channel. Petting her pussy, he continued the seduction on her breasts. It made her ache. Made her forget seduction wasn’t what she wanted from him.
    She couldn’t care or think as his mouth and dildo made its way down to her sex. Slick from his fingers, he suckled her clit into his mouth and pressed the glass to the entrance of her slit. Warm and cold. Soft and hard. So goddamn wanton.
    He was going to use a sex toy to get her off and she’d agreed. She couldn’t see him, but he could see every inch of her. Was his cock still hard? Dripping pre-come on her comforter because this drove him over the edge? She moaned. The reality of what they were doing crashed down on her so suddenly she came without much provocation.
    It didn’t stop his seduction. She couldn’t see it, but felt the cool glass press along her inner thigh. She gasped. He ran his