Page 17 of Refuge for Ailsa

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. “Oh, god, yes.”

He stepped back, and she’d never seen the desire in a man’s face that matched what Tavish was displaying. Every part of his body seemed wound like a spring, ready to pounce on her, and he pointed at her jeans. “Off.”

It occurred to her to ask if he meant right there, and then she realized that of course he did. She undid the button on the waistband of her jeans, unzipped them, slid them down, and stepped out of them. There was a moment when she wondered if he’d enjoy seeing her lacy panties until she looked up into his eyes again, and the expression on his face told her that he wanted her naked. She was about to pull them down when he hooked his fingers in the waistband on both sides, dragged them downward, and let her step out of them. She expected him to stand, but he didn’t.

He slid his thumbs into her slit on both sides, then pulled her open. Everything between her legs was exposed, and she waited, wondering what was about to happen. He blew gently on her tiny pearl and she squirmed just a little. “You’re ready, aren’t you?” he whispered as he stared at her, licking his lips.

“Yeah.”Get a little bold, Ailsa, she told herself. Hell, he was pulling out all the stops, so she might as well. “Am I wet enough?”

His grin was wicked. “I don’t know. Are you?” He unceremoniously drove two fingers into her depths and she whimpered. “Oh, yeah. You’re wet for me.” She felt his fingers curl and he dragged them up and down on her G-spot. “You’re just making this too easy for me. I don’t think I’m going to have too much trouble making you scream.”

The second he sucked her clit into his mouth, she shrieked. His tongue went to work, and Ailsa saw stars. Her knees were already trembling, and the sensations he was driving into her were almost scary. It bothered her a little that she was completely naked and being pleasured on his porch while he was still fully dressed. Had he done that on purpose? To make her feel powerless? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. It was both humiliating and exhilarating, and she wanted it. For the first time, she wanted to be used by a man, to wake up so sore that she could barely walk the next morning. Everything inside her was coiling and tightening, and it was only a matter of time. Plus she had to pee really, really badly. All of a sudden…

He stopped.

Before she could choke it back, she let out a whine. When she looked down at him, her juices on his face and a smile that would charm a goddess, he grinned wider. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Ailsa. What do you want me to do?”

“I… I want you to make me come.”

“Okay. What else?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He sighed and stared up at her. “How do you want me to fuck you? You want me to just be some sweet little choir boy and barely stroke? You want me to just barely tip you over the edge and then stop? What do you want, Ailsa?”

“I… I…”

“Ask for what you want.”

“I want you to keep doing what you were doing until I come.”

“You just want to come, or do you want to come hard?”

She could feel her anxiety level rising. “I want to come hard.”

“Over and over?” She nodded. “No. Say it.”

“Over and over.”

“Want to squirt?”

“Yes.”

“And then what? Wait until we’re somewhere with a bed before we do anything else?”

“No.”

“How many times do you want me to make you come?”

“I dunno. Three times?”

“Good. And fuck you? Missionary-style? Doggie-style? Up against the wall?”

“Up against the wall.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Want me to fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes.”

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