Chapter Twenty-Three
Rafe
Do elderly people shag first thing in the morning? Naturally, we do. Our children jokingly like to tell us we're ancient and bound for a nursing home, but Iona has the stamina and strength of a lass half her age. I've discovered a new vigor since I met her. That means I can shag her until sundown, and neither of us will expire from dual strokes. Worries about the git who had spied on Iona linger in the back of my mind twenty-four hours a day, sunup to sundown. But I won't allow those concerns to ruin my day.
Or my morning.
I gently rest my full weight on Iona, briefly, only so I can push my arms under her body and flip us both over. Now I'm beneath her. "Go on, darling, shag me for as long and as hard as you like."
She tickles my lips with her fingertips. "Are you sure you can handle me? After all, you are older than I am, and you've been struck by lightning. I wouldn't want to give you a heart attack."
I smack her arse. "Cheeky chit. If I could survive a lightning strike, nothing you do could possibly harm me."
"Good to know." She sets her hands on my chest and pushes up into a sitting position astride my hips. "How much do you trust me?"
"Completely, irrevocably, one hundred percent."
Her sweet little smile gives me another one of those odd pangs in my chest. But I've come to realize that's a good thing. A pang like that means I have deeper feelings for her. My affection for Iona will heat up our shagging.
She walks her fingers up my chest slowly. "What if the children come running down the stairs while we're having a poke?"
"I don't give a flying toss."
The beautiful lass laughs.
And I thrust my hips up, making her emit a sharp squeak. "Get it on with getting it on, would you? I might fall back asleep if you keep delaying."
Her lips curl into a deviously sexy smile. She wriggles backward until she can shove one knee between my thighs to part them for her. Will I fight her wishes? Never. Iona can do anything she likes to me.
Iona wriggles again, shimmying backward until her face lies directly above my cock. Then she lies down, holding her head up by resting her elbows on my hips. The temptress raises her head just enough to make certain I see it when she drags her tongue across her lips, wetting them.
Suddenly, my breathing grows heavier.
The temptress flings her head side to side, grazing her hair over my cock with every swing. The delicately sensual sensation drives me mad. I want to flip us both over so I can fuck her right now. But I agreed to her suggestion, and whatever else I might be, I am not a liar. I'll endure Iona's delicious torture for as long as she cares to keep going.
The curtain of Iona's hair envelops her face, leaving me unable to watch her expressions whilst she goes down on me. First, she drags her tongue up my cock from the base to the crown, moaning as if she loves doing this to me. I fucking love it, that's for sure. When she wraps her tongue around my crown, I fist my hands in the sheets. But when she sinks her mouth down over my length, sucking gently along the way, a shout explodes out of me.
"Bloody hell, Iona, you're driving me mad."
She flicks her eyes up to glance at me even as she begins to pump my length with her mouth. But when she adds one hand to the mix, I'm lost. Speechless, mindless, I grip the headboard and unleash grunts, growls, and hoarse shouts.
What if our children hear what's going on in this room?
I don't give a damn.
She slides her other hand beneath my cock, pushing it forward until she finds the skin behind my bollocks. Her soft fingers massage my perineum. It's the most erotic and unbelievably arousing sensation. No woman has ever done this to me. My back arches whilst she gives up my erection so she can pull one of my balls into her mouth and suckles it.
My entire body jerks. "Ah!"
Iona raises herself up on her elbows. "What's your pleasure, Rafe? Blow job or fucking?"
Since I can't speak, still breathless from what she's done, I simply shake my head weakly.
"My choice, then?" she says. "All right. This is what I choose."
She swallows my cock and sucks it as if I'm a giant lollipop, grunting repeatedly, massaging my bollocks the whole time. I gasp for breath but can't get any air. All I can do is grip the headboard even harder and arch my back, releasing strangled noises.
Then the rapid spasms begin, racing down my spine like bolts of mini lightning, and I can't stop myself from coming. Not that I tried. No chance in hell of that. The spasms reach my cock at last, and I erupt inside her mouth.
She swallows over and over, devouring everything I have, then sits up and licks her lips. And she smiles. "Ye taste almost as good as mìlsean . I could spend all day doing nothing but devouring you."
"And what is mìlsean ?"
"Sweets or dessert."
"Gaelic is an intriguing language. Or perhaps I find it fascinating because you speak those foreign words in your sexy voice." With a bit of a struggle, I manage to sit upright. Then I reach up to cup one tit. "Your turn, pet. Lie down for me, please."
Iona crawls on all fours and lies down on her stomach.
"Your arse is lovely, darling, but I mean to use my tongue on you. Can't do that when you're lying on your stomach."
She glances at me over her shoulder. "You are the most creative lover I've ever had. Surely the great Rafe Knight can figure out how to make this situation work."
"'The great Rafe Knight?" I can't help chuckling. "That's one phrase I've never heard before. But I'm afraid you'll need to turn over."
She wriggles her arse. "Dinnae want to move."
"If that's how you feel..." I slide both arms beneath her and flip the cheeky woman over so she's now lying on her back. "There. That's better."
She gives me an exaggerated pout.
"Time to pleasure you, pet." I lie down between her thighs and spread her labia gradually, using two fingers and gliding them down to her folds. I've left plenty of room for what I have planned. Phase one, teasing her labia. I use my thumb to do that, lightly tracing the nail up and down whilst she wriggles. "You like this, don't you? I've only just gotten started, and I have so many other ways I want to touch you before I finally let you come."
"Oh, yes, Rafe. This feels wonderful."
I haven't even touched her clitoris yet and already she's biting her lip. The scent of her juices wafts around me, a heady distraction that's hard to ignore. Self-control has never been my strongest attribute, not even before the lightning strike. But I will do my damnedest to give her the ultimate in cunnilingus.
Lowering my head, I touch my lips to her clit, just barely.
Iona jerks. A sharp little cry spills from her lips, and her breasts begin to heave. The sight of those tits rising and falling distracts me for only a second or two. Then I resume teasing her. I nip her nub, then pull my mouth away. She issues the most adorable noise of sheer frustration. Her tongue pokes out between her parted lips as she follows my every movement.
As I glide my fingers up and down her labia, avoiding her folds, I resolutely refuse to let her come yet. Instead, I nuzzle the hairs on her mound. When I blow a gently heated breath onto those hairs, she tries to thrash her legs. But I prevent that. My body is pinning her down.
She unleashes a desperate string of what must be Gaelic. It isn't the King's English, that's a certainty.
I slide my fingers down to her folds and massage them slowly.
Her back arches again. "Oh, God, Rafe. Please make me come, please."
"No." I take her clit into my mouth and suckle it fiercely, over and over, as she issues incomprehensible sounds that I suspect are meant to be words. In what language, I can't say. "Are you asking me to make you come, pet? Is it too intense for you? Nod your head if that's what you want."
Iona nods, biting down on her lip.
"All right, then."
I dive in fully this time, using one hand to hold her labia open and pet them whilst I go down on her in earnest. Her panting breaths and faint whimpers tell me she is desperate for a climax. I seal my lips around her nub and suck hard, flicking my tongue. When I glance up at her, the sight steals my breath away. Her chest is dappled with pale, rosy pink---her cheeks too. Her lips are swollen from her highly aroused state.
That sight alone sends blood rushing to my groin.
I give up on holding her labia open and thrust two fingers inside her channel. She cries out. But she doesn't come until I roughly pet her inner walls whilst consuming her clit. That's when Iona explodes like a thermonuclear runaway supernova.
No, I did not make that up. It's a real type of stellar explosion.
Iona's body tries to fold itself into a pretzel, but my weight prevents her from doing that. She screams with enough volume that our children must have heard it from upstairs. By the time her climax fades, she's covered with a light sheen of sweat and the aroma of her cream fills the air. That scent amps up my lust. My cock has thickened, but not enough for me to fuck her yet.
So, I sit back on my heels and gaze down at the beautifully satiated woman lying in front of me. "Bloody hell, Iona. You look like sin incarnate, lying there that way. I want to shag you right now, but I'm not a young man anymore. Can't get stimulated again as quickly as I'd like."
"I have a secret weapon that might speed things up."
"And what is that? A shot of methamphetamine?"
She crawls toward me on her knees and rests her hands on my chest. "No illicit substances are involved. If you trust me completely, as you said earlier, then you will give my secret weapon a try. Unless ye dinnae want to have a poke after all."
"Oh, no, I intend to fuck you right now, here in this bedroom, even if I have to wait an hour for my cock to rouse."
She wags a finger at me. "I told you it won't take that long."
Iona hops off the bed and kneels to open up a compartment in the bottom portion of the nightstand. She brings something out of the depths but hides it behind her body. "Close your eyes, Rafe."
Well, I did vow that I trust her implicitly. I stepped into her sexy trap, and I will not back out no matter what barmy thing she does.
I close my eyes.
The bed jostles, a sure sign Iona has crawled onto it again. Then I hear other noises I can't identify. "Open your mouth, gràidh ."
Dutifully, I obey her command. Then she touches something cool, smooth, and hard to my lips. What on earth? That object now tips upward slightly as liquid streams into my mouth. More of the fluid passes over my tongue, and the rich flavors of it tease my senses. Once Iona has pulled the bottle away, I take a moment to sort out what I'm experiencing.
"Is this whisky? It doesn't taste like Thane Black Label."
"Because it isn't." She lights a soft kiss on my lips. "You can open your eyes now."
I gaze at the bottle she holds between us. "Is that Thane's whisky? I've already tasted that. You know I don't care for single malts."
"But you only tried Thane Black Label, the least exciting of his single malts. The second tier is Sensual Secret, a whisky that's even smoother and more interesting than the Black Label version." She raises the bottle. "But the newest variety, Dùndubhan Masterpiece, offers more than simply a delight for your senses. It's magical too."
I peer deeply into her eyes. "Hmm, your pupils aren't dilated any more than is normal after an orgasm. That means you must have fallen off your rocker hard enough that you have a concussion."
"Let me demonstrate for you." Iona takes a sip of the whisky. Her lids flutter shut, and she moans with satisfaction. Then her lids open. "Don't you want to at least try Dùndubhan Masterpiece?"
She holds the bottle to her chest, between her breasts, and pushes those mounds together as if she's cradling the whisky. As I stare at her tits, she thrusts one finger into the bottle, and it emerges drenched in whisky. It's drizzling down her one tit.
"Yes, all right, I'll try it, you little vixen." I snatch the bottle away from her and swig a mouthful. And I burst into a fit of coughing. "Blimey. That rot is deadly."
"Wait until it pulses in your veins."
"You didn't mention any vampiric aspect to this whisky. I'll submit myself to that ritual only if you're the one who bites my neck."
Iona leans in, places her teeth on my throat, and nips my skin.
What else can I do? I down another mouthful of Dùndubhan Masterpiece, then I pounce on her.