Chapter 17 #2
“Yes,” she gasped, unwilling to censure herself. “Just—just like that. Do not—do not stop!”
And he didn’t. His tongue circled her clitoris, then flicked over it rapidly before he sucked it into his mouth again. At the same time she felt his fingers at her entrance, and then he was sliding two inside her.
The stretch was delicious. She was so wet his fingers glided in easily, and when he curled them upward, stroking that delicate spot inside her, she moaned.
“More,” she demanded, her hips rolling against his face, fooking his face. “Please, Bull. More—now.”
He added a third finger, stretching her wider, and the burn mixed with the pleasure of his mouth on her clitoris pushed her higher. His fingers slowly pumped in and out, the wet sounds obscene, and she loved it.
“That’s it,” he praised, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh as he pressed a kiss against her thigh. “Ride my face, love. Take what ye need.”
She did, grinding against his obedient mouth as his fingers worked inside her. She was powerful, a goddess! The way he worshipped her body made her feel incredible. The pressure built quickly, coiling tight in her belly, and she knew she was close.
Bull seemed to sense it too. His tongue focused on her clitoris, licking and sucking as his fingers curled inside her. She felt impossibly full, every nerve ending alight with sensation, and before long she would—
“Bull!” Rosie screamed, her thighs clamping around his head as her climax crashed over her. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers, pulsing as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She could feel herself overflowing, coating his hand and face with her release.
But the perfect man didn’t stop.
His tongue continued working her clitoris, licking through her folds, the sensitivity almost unbearable.
She tried to pull away, gasping with laughter and shock, but his free hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he licked and teased.
The pleasure never crested and fell—instead, it plateaued, keeping her suspended in that heightened state of arousal.
“Bull, I cannot—it is too—”
Suddenly he was moving, standing up with urgent, abrupt movements. His fingers slipped from her and she whimpered at the loss.
“Bull?”
He yanked at his trousers, shoving them down his legs and kicking them away with desperate efficiency.
Then he was grabbing her, lifting her as he lowered himself onto the bed.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him so she straddled his hips in a fluid movement that only made Rosie gasp again.
His cock lay thick and hard against his stomach, and when she settled her weight on him, she felt it press against her wet cunny.
“Fook,” he groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. “Ye’re soaking, love.”
He should know. “All is thanks to you,” Rosie gasped.
She could feel her wetness coating him as she experimentally rolled her hips, sliding her slick folds along the length of his cock. They both groaned at the sensation.
Not enough. Not quite.
“I need ye,” Bull rasped, his hands moving to cup her breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs finding her nipples and circling the hard peaks. “Need to be inside ye.”
Rosie nodded frantically, too aroused to form words, to move, to think.
Bull’s hands moved back to her hips, lifting her slightly. “Take yer weight on yer knees,” he instructed, his voice strained. “Then ye can control how much of me ye take.”
She did as he said, rising up on her knees.
The position brought her directly over his cock, and she could feel the thick head pressing against her entrance, standing to attention.
Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him once, twice, but it was unnecessary.
He was already coated in her desire, slick and ready.
Positioning him at her entrance, Rosie began to sink down.
The stretch was immediate and intense. Even with all his preparation, even with how wet she was, the feeling of his cock pushing inside her was overwhelming. She gasped, pausing when just the head was inside.
“That’s it,” Bull praised, his hands gentle on her hips. “Take yer time, love. Ye’re doing so well.”
His hands moved to her breasts again, fondling them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. The additional stimulation sent fresh waves of arousal through her, her folds growing even wetter.
It helped. She sank down another inch, then another, feeling him stretch her wider than his fingers had.
Oh, this was—this was—she could never have imagined—
“So tight, so good,” Bull groaned, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still as his head dropped to the pillow in a sort of surrender. “So fooking perfect, Rose.”
She paused again, breathing through the burn.
His hands continued their worship of her breasts, squeezing and caressing, even as one of his palms lifted to cup her cheek, tilting her face so she looked directly into his eyes.
Rosie felt her body relaxing, accepting him.
She sank down further, taking more of him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Ye’re taking me so well. Almost there, love.”
With one final push, she seated herself fully on his cock. The feeling of being completely filled by him was indescribable: she felt stretched, claimed, connected to him in the most intimate way possible.
Slowly, Rosie’s lips spread in a proud grin as she surveyed him from her position, her palms spread across his chest. “Well. So this is it, then.”
“Not all of it. Fook,” Bull breathed, his hands trembling where they gripped her hips. “Ye feel incredible.”
“I do, yes.” Rosie sat still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation. The burn was fading, replaced by a deep, satisfying fullness. And then…she moved.
Just a small roll of her hips, lifting slightly before sinking back down. The friction was exquisite, and so of course, she did it again.
“Aye,” Bull encouraged. “Just like that. Take what ye need.”
She found a rhythm, rising up on her knees before sliding back down his length. In this position, with her on top, she could control the pace, the depth, the angle—and when she lifted up and sank back down, the tip of his cock dragged against that spot deep inside that made her see stars.
“That’s it,” Bull praised, his voice rough. “Ride my cock, love. Use me. Christ, do ye have any idea how fooking erotic ye are, taking yer pleasure like that?” His hands dragged across her body, caressing her, worshipping her, dimpling into her thighs and stroking her waist. “Magnificent.”
His praise filled her as perfectly as his cock did.
Each time she rose up, Rosie felt the drag of his thickness against her sensitive walls, and each time she sank down, she felt impossibly full. The burn had faded almost entirely, replaced by a building pleasure that made her want more.
Was it possible…that there was just as much pleasure to gain like this?
Rosie experimented with the angle, rolling her hips forward, and gasped when his cock hit that perfect spot inside her. She did it again, and again, becoming more confident with each stroke. Oh, yes…
“Fook, ye’re so good at this,” Bull groaned, his hands sliding from her breasts to grip her hips again. Not controlling her movements, but steadying her. “Look at ye, riding my cock like ye were made for it. Like ye were made to fook me.”
The crude praise sent heat flooding through Rosie. She moved faster, chasing the pleasure building in her core. Her hands braced on his chest for leverage, and she could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms.
But as the pleasure grew, she realized she needed something more. The slow, measured pace she’d been maintaining wasn’t enough anymore. She needed him deeper, harder, faster.
“Bull,” she gasped, her movements becoming erratic. “I cannot—I need—”
“I ken what ye need, love.”
His hands tightened on her hips, and suddenly he was planting his heels on the mattress and thrusting up into her. The force of it made her cry out, her hands scrambling for purchase on the bed beside his head as she tipped forward and braced herself against the mattress.
“Yes!” she cried. “Oh God—like that!”
Bull’s strokes were deep and powerful, each one driving into that spot that made her whole body light up.
The new angle meant she could lean down, and she took advantage and captured his mouth in a desperate kiss.
His tongue tangled with hers as he continued to thrust up into her, never breaking rhythm.
“I—I love you,” she gasped against his lips between strokes. “I love you so much—”
“And I love ye,” he groaned, his cock driving deep. “My Rose. My forever.”
The combination of his words, the feeling of him filling her so completely, the way the tip of his cock stroked that perfect spot inside her with each powerful thrust—it all became too much. The pleasure that had been building suddenly crested…and she shattered.
“Bull!” she screamed, her inner muscles clamping down around his cock as her climax tore through her.
It was so much more intense than when she’d come on his fingers, so much deeper than when she’d come on his face.
She could feel every inch of him as her channel spasmed and clenched, milking his length.
The waves of pleasure seemed endless, rolling through her body as he continued to thrust.
The sensation of her muscles squeezing him must have triggered his own release.
With a wordless roar that echoed through the room, Bull thrust up one final time, sheathing himself as deep as possible.
She felt his cock pulse inside her, felt the hot rush of his seed coating her inner walls, flooding her womb.
Becoming one.
“Love ye,” Bull groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her. “Oh Rose, love ye…so good. So fooking perfect.”
Her muscles continued to spasm around him, demanding every last drop from his cock. The feeling of him claiming her in this way, marking her as his, sent aftershocks of pleasure through her oversensitive body.
Finally, the waves subsided. Rosie collapsed forward onto his chest, her body boneless and sated. Bull’s arms came around her immediately, one hand stroking up and down her spine while the other tangled in her short hair.
They lay there, breathing hard, their hearts pounding against each other. She could feel his cock still inside her, softening slowly with his seed coating her insides, and she loved the intimacy of it. The connection between them.
“Are ye all right, love?” Bull murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Rosie lifted her head to look at him, a satisfied smile curving her lips. “I am wonderful. That was...extraordinary.”
“Aye,” he agreed, his own smile tender. “It was.”
She shifted slightly, feeling the wetness between her legs—a combination of her desire and his seed. The sensation made her flush, but not with embarrassment.
With satisfaction. With possession.
“I love you,” she whispered against his skin.
Soon they would have to clean up and go down to supper, and pretend she hadn’t been irrevocably changed.
Pretend they both hadn’t crossed a line into a new life they so desperately wanted.
Soon, but not yet. Tomorrow they would begin to plan their wedding, their forever, and she could look forward to a lifetime of being held like this.
Bull’s lips brushed against her hair. “Good, because I love ye. How in the hell did I miss how remarkable ye were for so long, Rose? I’m sorry ye felt like ye had to be someone else to get my attention.”
She pushed herself up so she could grin down at him. “We both had some maturing to do before we were ready for this, Mister Linsday. I am just pleased you finally got around to noticing me.”
His chuckle was dry as one hand slid down her spine to cup her arse. “Aye, me too.”
Experimentally, Rosie squeezed her inner muscles, and when his eyes widened, she laughed with delight.
“What are ye doing, lass?” he growled, digging his fingers into her cheek.
“Just wondering when we can do this again.”
“Again?” Bull huffed, dropping his head back to the pillow as if exhausted, even as he began to stroke her sensitive skin. “I’m an auld man, love. I need time to recuperate.”
“Perhaps, but…” Remembering those naughty books she’d read in school, Rosie leaned down to brush a kiss over his lips. “I do not.”
The noise he made was half a laugh, half a groan. “For fook’s sake, Rose.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “That is exactly the point.”
Laughing, Bull caught her hips and rolled them both over, pinning her to the mattress.
He then proceeded to show her exactly how well he could recuperate.
Twice.