Page 30 of My Scarred Laird
“Take this off. I need ta see ye in all the glory God gave ye.”
She nodded, lifting her hips to pull her chemise off.
He could tell she wanted to cover herself as soon as her chemise was off, but she kept her arms at her sides, and he took in her nude body as it was bared to him.
She had high, round breasts, her nipples pink, tight from the cool air of his room.
They looked like tiny berries, just begging for his mouth to lick and bite at them.
Her waist was tiny, then flared out to her hips, and her legs seemed to go on and on, and when he focused on the small patch of hair, she had covering her pussy? His mouth watered.
“Ye are so fooking gorgeous. How did I get to be the man who gets to see ye like this?”
She lifted her hands, “Because ye are mine. Meant for me. How did I get lucky enough ta be with ye?”
He looked down at his scarred body, “Ye really believe that do ye?”
She leaned in, kissing the scars over his heart, running her hands up his body, making him shiver as she did.
“Ye are so unbelievably perfect ta me.”
He leaned in, taking her lips as her fingers made their way down to his trousers, where she swiftly undid the tie there and trying to push them down his legs.
He pulled away from her magic mouth and shoved the pants down his legs and she swallowed hard, “I ken ye would be large, but ye are, well, large.”
He reached down, stroking his cock with his good hand, “Ye can take me. I ken it.”
She scooted up his bed, and he crawled up it to join her there.
His leg ached for a moment, but he ignored it. He didn’t care about his aches right now.
He had a beautiful woman in his bed.
Hiswoman naked in his bed.
He cupped her breast in his hand, seeing how large his hand was compared to her breasts and yet, her breast still overflowed his hand, just a bit.
He lifted her nipple to his mouth, tasting her for the first time and letting out a moan as he did.
She tasted so fucking good. He licked at her nipple, suckling on it, then moving to the other side, not wanting to have it neglected.
She was moaning, her back arching as he flicked at her nipple with his tongue, and he pulled back, leaving her nipples shining in the candlelight, wet from his mouth.
He kissed his way down her body, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate his wide shoulders.
Her cunt was wet, the small hole there seemingly calling out for his tongue, and he gave it what it asked for.
The first taste of her cream washed over his tongue, and he moaned like someone had stabbed him.
It was so good. She tasted like honey, musk, and woman.
It was a taste he wanted in his mouth every single fucking day.
She keened, her legs trying to close and her back arched off the bed, and he wiggled his tongue inside her, then licked around her slit, nudging his nose against the clit that seemed to peek free from its hood.
He sucked that little pearl into his mouth, flicking it like he had her nipples, and she cried out his name, her fingers coming down to bury themselves in his hair.
He knew he had the right spot right then and kept sucking at her clit, flicking it, circling it, licking it, as she writhed under him, her legs opening and closing, her toes curling against his back, then after a few seconds, she came, his name spilling from her lips.
