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A sound caught in his throat when she found him. Silken skin that slid easily over a solid core. He was a good size, even as he was. And her legs went a bit weak imagining how glorious he would be when fully aroused.
Ryanne didn’t rush him, returning her lips to his as she let her fingertips roam gently over him. When his fingers dug into her thighs, she reached beneath her hair and undid the few buttons at the back of her neck. Pulling her new dress up and off, she dropped it into the passenger seat.
Chapter 11
Duncan watched her bonnie dress float down to land in a soft pile of blue flowers on the passenger seat. Ever so slowly, he moved his eyes over to Ryanne to see what had been revealed.
His eyesight wasn’t as good in the dark when he was in his skin, and Duncan felt a swell of sorrow rise within him when he couldn’t see her as clearly as he would’ve liked. But it never had a chance to break the surface. For as though the gods knew how badly he needed this, the clouds parted and the light of the full moon shone through his window, bathing her in its glow.
A low moan escaped him. Ryanne was wearing something lacy and blue that matched her dress. A dark curl that had escaped her ponytail lay over her shoulder, the end curling around the edge of one full breast. He could even see her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, hard nubs surrounded by darker circles of delicate skin.
Duncan swallowed hard. He tried to tell her how perfect she was, but could not find his voice.
Lifting one hand, he touched the heavy bottom of one bonnie breast with his fingertips, feeling the soft material with his fingertips, then ran one finger along the top edge. She had a few freckles that disappeared beneath the lace, but only on the left side.
He really wanted to see where those freckles led.
Ryanne reached behind her, and the bra fell loose. Slowly, she pulled it down her arms, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze, and tossed it to the side to lie on top of her dress. They hung heavy and full without the support, but to Duncan, they were even more perfect in their natural state.
Following the freckles, he traced a light blue vein to her nipple, then brushed his palm over the hardened tip. Completely transfixed, he hefted the weight in his hand and bent his head, bringing the nipple to his mouth.
It had been so very long since he had been intimate with a female, he’d nearly forgotten how wondrous it could be.
His lass moaned, arching her back to give him more. She was nearly naked now, only the thin material of her panties between them, and her boots on her feet.
Duncan had the sudden urge to feel all of her against all of him. Flesh against flesh. If only to feel a part of her in the only way he could.
But he was not expecting what happened next.
As he teased the hard buds of her breasts with his tongue and teeth, Ryanne reached between them. Automatically, he tensed. He didn’t want her to touch him there. Didn’t want her to be disappointed.
But she was not touching him. Och, no.
The lass was taking her own pleasure.
Releasing her breast, he replaced his mouth with his hands, kneading the full mounds as he pushed her gently back against the steering wheel so he could watch.
Her hand was down the front of her panties, and it was moving. Duncan could imagine what she was doing, but it wasn’t enough, he needed to see more.
With one easy tug in either direction, the thin material covering her ripped in two, falling away to either side and giving him the perfect view of the dark curls between her thighs and the moisture on her elegant fingers from the dark pink flesh of her womanhood. Flesh he’d felt with his own fingers and wanted to touch again.
Ryanne’s fingers slid between her folds, and as he fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples, they moved faster and faster until her head fell back and her body arched. Moans of pleasure left her sweet lips, and she began to move, undulating against him. Flesh on flesh. Helping herself to his useless body. She braced her free hand behind her on his knee, and slid her wet heat over his cock.
Watching her, his breath came in short bursts and his heart beat fast and hard in his chest. Gods, he’d never seen a more erotic sight in his life. And he’d lived a good long time.
So caught up was he in the erotic sight of her gyrating on him, it took him a moment to notice that something was happening. Something he never would’ve thoughtcouldhappen. Something miraculous.
He was getting hard.
And not only that. He was feeling…things. Things he hadn’t felt in a long, long time and never thought he’d feel again.
Ah gods, he’d forgotten the hunger. The wanting. The craving. Until his blood was rushing hot through his veins and his entire body ached with need and his cock swelled until it felt like he was about to burst from his skin if he didn’t get inside of her. The air rushed in and out of his lungs, hot and harsh. “Ryanne!” Her name was a hoarse cry that burst from him uncontrollably.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted her. Curls falling into her face, she braced her hands on his shoulders as he lined himself up with her entrance and pulled her down hard on his cock.
He slid inside fast and rough, terrified if he didn’t it would be too late. That the feelings would stop. Her body was tight and wet and hot around him, squeezing him with a sweet agony as her cry of surprise mixed with his.
Both amazed and terrified, Duncan realized he was trembling from head to toe. But he couldn’t help it or hope to stop the tremors. Tears filled his eyes and he squeezed them closed, not wanting her to see his weakness, but they leaked over to wet his cheeks anyway. Still, he didn’t stop. Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, he watched their joined bodies, watched as his lass moved over him, his hands on her hips guiding her, faster and faster.
