Page 40 of A Forbidden Night with a Scot
She couldn’t say it. The mere thought flooded her cheeks with heat, and all she could do was drop her gaze and mumble, “Ye ken where.”
Finally showing some mercy, Samuel reached between her legs, fingers caressing over her opening in a fleeting touch. “Here?”
Alicia nodded fervently, that short touch enough to draw a soft moan out of her. Samuel kissed her thighs once more, prolonging her anticipation for a few torturous moments, before he finally leaned in and tasted her, dragging the flat of his tongue over her folds. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, the wet warmth of Samuel’s mouth instantly pushing every other thought out of her mind. His hands wrapped tightly around her thighs, holding her legs apart as he licked into her, and Alicia could only brace herself against the bed, hips rocking ceaselessly, seemingly with a mind of their own as she chased her pleasure.
Samuel was insatiable as he licked and sucked at her flesh, drawing that sensitive spot above her opening between his lips. Alicia couldn’t help the moan that tumbled past hers or the way her hips bucked, legs trembling around Samuel’s head. When he dragged the tip of his tongue over her opening, his thumb brushing small circles over her sensitive spot, a jolt of pleasure ran down her spine, liquid heat gushing out of her with every passing second.
Pulling back with a hard suck to her folds, Samuel asked, “Is this what ye wanted?”
Alicia nodded, though this was not all she wanted from Samuel. “I want… I want ye tae take me,” she admitted, using all of her courage to make the request.
But Samuel was quick to shake his head. “I willnae ruin ye,” he said. “But I can still show ye pleasure.”
As he spoke, he dived back between her legs, delivering on his promise. Every swipe of his tongue, every brush of his lips brought Alicia closer and closer to the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again. Her entire body shook with it, pressure building deep in her core until it was finally released, Alicia reaching her climax with a cry that Samuel was quick to muffle, clamping a hand over her mouth.
She couldn’t help it. The pleasure was so intense, so all-encompassing that she was pulled into a comfortable darkness for a few moments, losing sense of everything else.
Once she finally managed to open her eyes once more, she found that she was lying in bed, Samuel draped over the covers next to her. One of his hands stroked her body soothingly as the other wrapped around his manhood, bringing himself pleasure in a slow, languid rhythm as he looked at her.
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Alicia tentatively reached for him, wrapping her own hand around his. “Let me,” she said, her voice soft, barely anything over a whisper.
She wanted to make him feel good, too. She wanted to show him that she could, that she was not a young girl anymore, but rather a woman who could give him everything he wanted.
Smiling, Samuel let her take him in her hand, and Alicia felt the weight of him in her palm. His manhood was longer than it was thick, the tip flushed red like his cheeks as she began to stroke him, trying to mimic the movements she had seen from him. With a sigh, Samuel leaned back and watched her, hips twitching with every stroke, one of his hands reaching for her to run over her thigh, her hip, the swell of her breast as she pleasured him.
“Like this,” he said breathlessly, his other hand wrapping around Alicia’s to guide her. He moaned as their grip tightened around him, and Alicia could see his walls finally fall as he lost himself in the sensation of her hand around him, allowing himself to take what he had denied himself for so long. “Just like this.”
Alicia followed Samuel’s instructions, watching his reactions the entire time. She loved seeing the way he writhed and twisted under her, the way his cheeks were reddened, the flush creeping all the way down to his chest. She loved to see the rise and fall of it as he breathed hard, each breath a laborious task as he, too, neared his climax.
And then Alicia dipped a head, only a little hesitant, an idea sparking in her mind. She brought her lips to the tip, her tongue brushing over the underside of his manhood as she took him in her mouth. If it was that good for her, she figured, then it had to be good for Samuel, too.
It was his turn to muffle his cry, biting into his forearm to keep himself quiet as Alicia tentatively sucked at the tip. His fingers threaded through Alicia’s hair, gently pulling her back to say, “Ye dinnae have tae dae this.”
“I want tae,” she assured him with a smile, before she took him in her mouth once more, humming at the slightly salty taste of the fluid that beaded at the tip. Enthusiastically, she tried to take more of his length into her mouth, but quickly found it difficult, drawing a light-hearted chuckle out of Samuel.
“Dinnae rush yerself,” he said, stroking her hair. “Use yer hand like this.”
As he spoke, he wrapped his hand around hers again, the two of them working him together as Alicia sucked and licked at the tip. It only took a few more pumps of her hand for Samuel to moan and fall apart, pulling back from her as he spilled himself all over their tangled fingers. Then, he collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, and pulled Alicia close, his arms wrapping securely around her.
An’ what will happen now?
Would Samuel insist that what they had done was wrong? Would he change his mind about it all and tell Alicia they could never do this again? Would he feel ashamed?
Alicia felt no shame about any of this. She didn’t think something that felt so right could be wrong. She didn’t think those who would shun her and Samuel for the love they had foreach other, those who would shame them for it, could possibly understand what bound them together.
Alicia had loved him all her life, and now Samuel loved her, too. How could any of it be wrong?
“Will ye stay here tonight?” Samuel asked, and every fear Alicia had that he would send her away, never to see her again, immediately dissipated. Content, she sighed and snuggled closer to Samuel, allowing him to envelop her entirely in his arms and hold her so close that there was no part of their bodies which didn’t touch the other.
“O’ course,” she said softly. “I’d like that more than anythin’.”
Laughing softly, Samuel pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Alicia’s head. It was a bad idea, Alicia knew, and she was certain Samuel knew it, as well. It would be best if she returned to her room for the night so that no one would suspect a thing, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away from Samuel. The following morning, she would simply have to sneak back in before anyone else was awake.
For now, though, she could enjoy the proximity, the feel of his arms around her for the first time. There was nowhere else she would rather be.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Samuel opened his eyes, heart racing for a reason he could not understand. He blinked rapidly, trying to wake up properly, but the room where he found himself was unfamiliar and plunged in a strange half-light, as though it was barely dawn.
