Page 121 of You, As You Are

He soothed his palms in circles over her knees where the hard floor had made them red. Maisie tried to reach for his waistband, her eyes tracing him as though he were a piece of art she wanted to know every detail of, but she couldn’t quite make it.

“I knew you’d be needy.” Iain smirked, taking her outstretched hand and liking their fingers. The look in her eyes changed to something unsure, apprehensive, and he realised he’d touched that sore nerve she’d talked about last night.

“In the best way possible, Maisie,” he corrected himself to ease her mind, squeezing their linked hands. “The way that makes me this bloody hard for you.”

Her chin bobbed towards her chest. “I knew the way you’d meant it.”

“Good. You’re unsure about anything, you tell me.” Maisie sighed his name in response, and Iain tugged their joined hands. “Nah,” he cut her off. “I don’t care if I come or not – this is for you. You’ve put up with men who didn’t care for too long.”

She stared at him, her breaths slowing.

Then with one hand on the mattress, Maisie pitched up until she sat and could wrap her other palm around his neck to coaxhis head down. Her lips softened on his, gravity taking force when they both tumbled down together. His hands landed flat in the mattress on either side of her, and Iain exhaled a winded puff that made her chuckle.

Their faces hovered, cheeks pressed to one another’s.

“Thank you for saying that,” Maisie softly said, stroking over his bearded cheek in smoothing motions.

“You deserve nothing less,” he answered with as much tenderness. “Now, can I put that mouth on you that you so desperately wanted?”

Biting down hard on her lip, she nodded.

Iain wasted no time. He bent down and licked one nipple, then the other, feeling Maisie rise towards him as he gave each breast attention and worked his way lower. He pressed kisses all over her stomach and the silver stripes on her skin, letting his calloused hands run all over her curves.

With a nod from Maisie, they made quick work of her shorts, and he finally looked reverently at all of her laid out so bare. He encouraged her thighs to part, running his hands up their insides that were evidently ticklish when Maisie shivered. He clocked each of her reactions as he moved and bowed and positioned himself flat to kiss her hip.

Her eyes drifted closed. “Iain …”

Iain smiled at her bliss, the soft noises coming from her lips. One leg cocked and his still-solid erection pressing into the bed he made himself fit onto, he could look up at her like this all night, straight over her stomach and through the valley of her breasts to the flush that reddened her skin.

He moved his lips in slow kisses towards her centre, letting his beard scratch her just a little bit. His fingers swept up her outer thigh and over her stomach to meet him in the middle where he paused. Maisie tilted her chin down to look at him.

“You’re going to take every bit of pleasure I give you, Maisie,” he vowed. Her lips parted. “Starting with this?—”

His finger slid up from her entrance to her clit.

“Oh my god,”she cried out on a whisper.

Iain’s hips punched to thrust his length against the sheets through his pyjamas. “Fuck—how long have you been so wet like this, Maisie?” His fingers came up glistening.

“All day, it feels like.” Maisie panted, moving her legs so they were bent on either side of him. She had to open wide to fit around his shoulders, and Iain’s veins swam with smugness at that.

Every inch of him cried out to taste her, touch her, be inside of her. He tested the circular pressure of his thumb to her clit and enjoyed watching her lay back blissfully, lazily running her hands over herself.

“You look so damn incredible like this,” he said.

Maisie flashed him a cheeky smile. “So do you.”

Iain chuckled like the bastard he was, his hot breaths catching her by surprise when they hit this warm place he teased with his thumb. If he’d have known that this is how he’d end up tonight, then he’d have told her how much she was the only one he cared about a lot sooner.

He licked his lips, his gaze raising up through his lashes to memorise Maisie’s soft, pleading expression when he opened two fingers in a ‘V and parted her. He knew what she wanted – what he’d promised.

Iain’s grin was wicked, purposefully scratching his beard lightly on her inner thigh again – to which Maisie hummed in appreciation – before he gave her what she needed.

It didn’t take long after his tongue finally tasted her to have Maisie gasping. She tucked her hand under her stomach and held herself to give him more access, and the high-pitched sounds that he worked out of her made him glad that they werein the middle of nowhere. She could be as loud as she fucking wanted out here, gripping his hair like he was a damn saddle for her to circle her hips upon.

Iain broke his lips from her, her wetness dampening his beard, to ask, “Do you want to ride my hand?”

Her lungs couldn’t keep up with how she tried to speak. “I … I can’t — I’ve never …”

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