Page 61 of Knots About You
‘Oh my god, Owen,’ Claire squeaked.
I didn’t need to hide behind the rope anymore. All I needed was Claire. The way her fingers slid over my scalp when the pleasure rolled through her. She moaned until she giggled, and the ice had entirely melted in my mouth.
I stood and kissed that laugh right out of her mouth, until it morphed into delirious, lusty whimpers. When I pulled back, she pressed her forehead to mine.
‘Owen,’ her voice cracked. ‘How am I going to get through the fair. I’m going to get wet whenever I see whisky.’
‘Mmm, now that’s what I’ll have in mind, and I’ll have to hide the tent I’ll have in my kilt.’
‘Speaking of tents…’ I dug my hardness against her, enjoying the way it made her eyes widen.
‘Are you going to let me taste you again?’ Claire asked, reaching down to graze her fingertips over me.
‘As much as I’d love that, I was hoping to give you what you’ve been craving.’
Claire’s pupils blew. ‘You’re ready?’
‘Darling, I can’t stay away from you. And break my heart or not, I can’t imagine never feeling you come around my cock.’
‘I don’t intend to break anything other than your willpower, Owen.’
‘You’ve smashed that already. Let’s go to the house and we can get some?—’
‘Fuck me here,’ she whispered. ‘And I’m on the pill. Marty and I never went without protection…’
‘Are you sure?’
‘I want to feel all of you. Every ridge and every drop.’
Heat coiled in my stomach. No, lower. We tugged off our clothing, dumping them on the floor in an impassioned hurry.The low light framed her perfection in soft orange, and she whimpered when I gathered her against me. I nudged her heat with my hardness, taunting her until she begged.
‘Owen… give it to me.’
‘I will, you demanding little thing. But first I need to warm you up.’
‘I’m practically on fire.’
I lifted a glass and pushed her back, spreading her thighs wide on the barrel top. She gleamed wet and delicious, and it took every ounce of restraint not to sink to the hilt immediately.
Instead, I tipped the glass and sent a waterfall of whisky cascading over her sweet cunt.
‘My favourite woman, and my favourite whisky. How can I resist a taste?’
I bent, grabbing her hips tight and pulling her against my tongue. I ate like a man possessed, slipping my tongue over her heated flesh until she cried out, gripping my hair in tight fists.
‘More,’ I growled, sucking her clit into my mouth and lifting her hips to give me more access.
Claire writhed against my face until she neared her peak. Only then did I pull back and position the swollen head of my cock at her entrance. I fought the throbbing urge to slide inside her. But the desperate look on her face was worth the delay.
‘Tell me how badly you want my cock, Claire.’
‘It’s all I can think about. I need you. All of you.’
I ran the head over her, from entrance to clit, swirling both until she quivered.
‘Owen, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to scream loud enough that the whole village will come to see what’s happening.’
‘Is this what you want?’ I asked, sliding the tip of my head inside her at a glacial pace.
