Page 120 of You, As You Are

Her fingers fisted in his curls when she whimpered, “I—ah—like how they sting.”

“I thought you might.”

Her hand explored his shoulder whilst Iain’s travelled down and gripped her arse, pulling her forwards over his cock again. The coil inside of him was wound so tight, and the way that Maisie kept on moving sent all his awareness south.

“Keep riding me like this and I’ll make a mess of us,” he groaned into her neck.

“Bed,”Maisie panted.

Pulling his head back, Iain sought her eyes. “Are you sure?”

She nodded furiously. “For the sake of my knees, please.”

Some kind of rumble of a chuckle Iain didn’t think he’d ever made before left his lips. Maisie folded to her side, enough for him to get to his feet and offer his hands. Her eyes connected with the bulge in his pyjamas on her way up, and her lips rolled together boosted Iain’s pride.

His gaze slid behind her to find Ted judging them from his bed.

“Lie yourself down.” He squeezed Maisie’s hips.

“Where are you going?” she asked innocently.

“This is one thing Ted doesn’t get to join us in.” He had to find a treat to persuade his dog to leave his bed, then left both him and it in the bathroom once more with the door firmly shut.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands wrapped over the lip of the mattress, Maisie snickered near silently when he returned. Iain didn’t want to hear any quip about hispoor boyright now so stood in front of her, took his hands to the hem of his t-shirt, and raised it over his head.

Maisie’s chuckle turned into a gasp. Her thighs pressed together as her attention wandered over his skin. He was a little battered by life, a little scarred in places, but Maisie didn’t seem to mind. The lust in her eyes was as if she didn’t see those parts of him at all. And then that gaze fell a lot lower.

Her hand crept out through the air as if he were a hurt creature she was afraid to scare off. Her forefinger fitted in the divot down the centre of his abdomen, her teeth scraping across her lower lip as she spread her fingers out and dragged them down.

Iain let her peruse for a long moment, explore him however she liked if it’d make her feel comfortable with him. He was a big man, he knew he could be intimidating when he said nothingat all, and the last thing he wanted was for Maisie to be worried about any of that. Plus, it was nice to be admired and wanted for a change.

He was happy to stand here all night like a statue for her admiration, but he had other plans.

Reaching out, he took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb for her attention, smirking when Maisie’s eyes rounded and cut up the height of him.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said before he could get a word in.

Iain switched up the tactic he had planned. “So what are you going to do about it, Daff?” Challenging each other was the way it had always been.

Maisie’s hazel eyes darkened and Iain forced his body to wait for what she decided to do with him.

The heel of her palm dragged down over the narrowing trail of hair where his stomach flattened out, past the waistband of his pyjamas. Over the fabric, she brushed her palm around the tent his erection made and went straight for between his legs. Rotating her wrist, she cupped him, and his head fell back. Her touch was so foreign, but it felt so good. He’d grown used to his own pressure, the same rhythm of his self-pleasure. Maisie’s hand was different. Smaller.New.

She smoothed her palm over the underside of his shaft that couldn’t possibly get any harder, making him choke when she circled her thumb over the wet patch of fabric at the tip. Satisfaction looked like mischief in her eyes.

“Fuck. Tell me how you want this,” Iain hastened.

“I’m not sure. I want this to be good for you too,” Maisie answered uneasily, though she didn’t need to worry about him at all when he was already half a pumped fist away from spilling without even truly touching her. “I’m just not ready to …”

“I don’t have a condom, and I won’t ask you to go that far without,” Iain reassured her. He’d been prepared for all other eventualities, just not this one. “You said you wanted my mouth?”

She gulped. “Yes.”

“Then lie down.”

Iain couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved backwards on the bed and spread out, her head of red curls fanning around her on the pillows. She cupped her breasts and held them up on her chest, kneading at herself as he followed her and knelt, knees on either side of hers.

God, he adored the view from up here.

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