Free Sins of the Highlander (A Highland Erotic Romance) by Dawn Halliday Page B

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    The new position gave her better access to his sac. Emboldened by his words, she explored it with her mouth, sucking and nipping his most sensitive area. Moving lower, she licked the tight area at the base of his ballocks. A strangled sound came from above. She pulled away. “You don’t like that?”
    “Like? Nay, I love it. Don’t stop.” His thighs tightened around her waist even more.
    She moved back to the head of his cock. Another pearly drop appeared there, dribbling down the side of his cockhead. She licked it away, then opened wide to take him into her mouth.
    “Yesss,” he hissed.
    She reveled in it. Making him so hard, making him beg for her mouth. Bringing him such pleasure. It made her whole body tight. With a sudden surety, Aileen knew that if she reached down between her thighs and flicked her fingers against the nub he had teased, licked and finally sucked between his lips when they’d been in bed together, she would find her release.
    But she didn’t need it. She wanted to gain her own pleasure by pleasuring him tonight. Her own satisfaction paled in comparison. Years from now, she could draw on the heady feeling of the power that this moment gave her. She could remember him moaning her name, gasping beneath her touch, under her lips.
    She slid up and down, squeezing with her mouth, licking with her tongue, stroking with her hands, emulating the long, deep thrusts he made when he moved inside her.
    With only a twinge of surprise, she realized she loved this particular form of lovemaking. Once, she might have considered a man invading a woman’s mouth in such a way obscene, but with Niall, it was beautiful. He was solid and hard beneath her, strong and masculine, flowing beneath her lips, tongue and fingers.
    And she could feel him flowing, could feel his seed boiling, rushing upward from his sac to the slit at the top of his cock. His hands suddenly tightened over her shoulders. “Don’t stop,” he ground out. But she was hardly moving. He was doing all the work, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth, touching her throat but retreating just before she started to choke.
    “Oh…Christ.” And then he pressed the back of her head down over his cock and she was locked into place, helpless, as his seed pumped into her mouth.
    Moaning, she swallowed his creamy semen as it invaded her throat. She was consumed by lust, mad with it. When the contractions began to subside, she milked him again, prolonging his release, loving the feel of him dribbling helplessly into her mouth.
    When at last it was over, his grip loosened. Then his big hands wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up onto his lap.
    “Thank you.” Holding her close, surrounding her with his big, strong body, he feathered his lips over her ear. Once again she felt ensconced by him, protected and small.
    “Did you like it?” she asked, gazing up at him. He looked amazed, humbled, overwhelmed.
    He squeezed her tighter, nuzzling his face in her hair. “Aye.”
    Aileen pressed her forehead against his chest, smiling. “I’m glad.”
    He shifted so she sat beside him on the edge of the cart and whispered against her cheek. “Your turn.”
    “We should go back.”
    “Not yet. We still have a few moments.”
    “There’s no time. Iain will be worried.”
    “I’m not letting you go until you’ve come for me, Aileen.”
    “But—” Her words were cut off as he clamped his mouth over hers and yanked up the hem of her dress. He held her firm, helpless. And though she knew Iain would come looking for them soon, her legs opened, welcoming Niall’s invasion.
    As soon as she spread her thighs, his fingers slid over her creamy center. His hand tangled in her hair and his tongue curled with hers. Aileen moaned, already feeling the mounting tension.
    She wrapped her arms around Niall and clung to him, feeling his heat and hard muscle through the wool of their clothing. Burying her face in his neck, she gasped as he parted her inner