“Kenneth! I need…”
“Aye, lass. I ken it.” He needed release as well, but he wasn’t going to get it. This kiss was for her.
And so was this one. Leaving one hand to gently caress her nipple through the wet fabric, he trailed kisses down her belly. When he reached his other hand, alternating pressure and soft strokes against her now-wet slit, he moved his fingers out of the way, spreading them across her stomach so she wouldn’t move.
Then he lowered his mouth to her.
With a keening cry, she almost came off the bed, but her hands didn’t leave his head. And instead of pushing him away, she seemed to be pulling him closer, and he smiled as he licked and suckled through her chemise; his tongue and her own arousal quickly soaking the pale linen.
As he knelt beside the bed, between her legs, his tongue dragged across her slit, and he looked up along her length. Her head was thrown back, her legs splayed for him, and the dampness of the linen made it almost transparent. It was like looking at the most decadent, delicious display of food he could imagine.
And she was his.
His for a kiss.
His lips closed around her hidden bud, at the same time his fingers pressed against her core, and she screamed his name as she found her pleasure.
Kenneth vowed the next time ‘twould be squeezing around his cock.