Page 96 of Laird of Steel
He moved lower, nudging her surcoat down with his chin, taking care not to scratch her silky bosom with his rough stubble. With nimble fingers, he peeled the cloth from her shoulders. Slipped it down till it perched on the tips of her nipples.
She strained against the fabric, keen to be free of it.
But he trapped her there and bent his head, slowly lashing her exposed flesh with his hair. He delved under the taut edge of the cloth with his tongue, finding and arousing each nipple with a teasing thrust.
She arched again. This time, he released his grip, and her breasts emerged from their prison.
He lavished kisses upon the creamy globes, marveling at their delicious softness. While he distracted her with licking and suckling, he simultaneously tortured himself with anticipation as he used one hand to slowly drag her skirts up, stopping only when he exposed the small recess of her navel.
Meanwhile, she defied his command. Her fingers crept up to weave through his hair. She held him firm against her breasts.
He pulled his head out of her grasp. Chided her with a cluck of his tongue.
“If you can’t obey…” he warned. He intertwined his fingers with hers to hold them still.
Then he moved past the rucked surcoat to circle her navel with his tongue. He felt the uneasy hitch of her belly as he widened the circles, sweeping the upper margin of the soft curls hiding her vulnerable womanhood.
The farther he ventured, the tighter she gripped his hands. But he refused to let go. And he refused to cease.
As he nuzzled her with his chin, inhaling her intoxicating, womanly scent, she panicked.
“Nay,” she hissed. “Ye mustn’t.”
“Mustn’t I?” He grinned. “Why not?”
Merraid opened her mouth. And shut it. Twice. She couldn’t think of a single good reason.
She could hardly think at all.
From his first kiss, she’d floated in a mist of passion and wonder.
Now, like a master warrior, Gellir kept deflecting the energy of her desire. With dizzying speed and nimbleness, he steered her from frustration to fulfillment, from agony to ecstasy. And like a novice opponent, she was completely outmatched.
All she knew was what he threatened now felt wicked. Forbidden. She both wanted and did not want it.
At her silence, he promised, “’Twill make it better.”
She still felt uncertain.
“If you want me to stop,” he said, “I’ll stop.”
She bit her lip. She didn’t exactly want him to stop.
“You’ll let me know.” His hot breath ruffled her curls.
Deciding she trusted him, she nodded, lying her head back and closing her eyes, bracing for the worst.
Nothing could have prepared her for the divine shock as his tongue parted her nether lips. Intruded upon her most secret place. Swept across her flesh in arousing exploration.
She gasped and squeezed his fingers between her own.
Weighting her thighs apart with his arms, he continued his onslaught. Licking. Circling. Sucking.
Her head rocked across his cloak as waves of pleasure washed over her, each rising higher than the last. When she felt as if she could endure no more, he gave her hands one last squeeze and released her. With a final kiss, he withdrew his mouth as well, letting his fingers take its place.
His thumb danced over her swollen nub with expert grace while he eased a moistened finger farther and farther inside her.
He must have hauled down his braies with his other hand. She was too enrapt in her own rising passion to notice.
