Beauty in Autumn (Beauty #3)(14)

But I don't. I just lick my lips and continue exploring. I move down to his shoulders, and they feel big and broad under my touch. I squeeze his biceps and then let my touch wander over his chest. He's firm everywhere here, not a hint of fat over lean muscle, and I can't help the sigh that escapes me at being able to touch him.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he demands in a low voice.

"Just that you're such a pleasure to touch," I tell him. "I could do this all day and all night. It makes me sad that you stayed away from me all day, because I could do this for hours." I give him a small smile. "You've robbed us both of pleasure."

"I'll make it up to you," he vows, and his hand goes to my hair. He trails his fingers through it, and when he inhales deeply, I suspect he's sniffing it. "I'll make everything up to you, Willow. Tonight will be the best night you've ever had. I'll give you so much pleasure you'll beg me to stop."

I press my thighs together at the thought, because I'm getting aroused just by touching him, and I haven't even hit the good parts yet. "And what if I tell you to never stop?"

"Then I shall keep going endlessly," he murmurs. "Until the end of time."

His words make my breath catch. I wish I could kiss him, but I know I can't. Instead, I lean forward until my forehead meets his chest, and I wrap my arms around him in a hug. I don't care if this might be our last night together. It's going to be magical. I'm going to live more in the next few hours than I ever have. I'm going to take in everything.

My hands slide down his back and I caress his buttocks. They're hard and firm, a pair of spectacular tight globes that make me feel all restless and hungry at the thought of my hands moving over them. I don't care if he thinks he's a beast - he's the most perfect thing in the world to touch. "You're magnificent," I tell him. "Touching you is almost as enjoyable as touching myself."

"Almost?" he replies, a wry note in his voice.

"Almost," I tease back. "But I haven't gotten to the good parts yet." I slide my hands forward, dragging over his hips until I move to the front of him. I let my fingers glide over his skin until I find what I'm looking for - short, wiry curls that let me know that I've found his cock. I touch them gently, and then begin to explore his length with little, light touches of my fingers. He's thick at the base, his skin as smooth as I remember from last night, and the length of him seems to be endless. Perhaps as long as my forearm, but it's hard to tell without seeing him to compare. He's thick, so big that I can't encircle him and have my fingertips touch. Most fascinating is the feel of him, though. He's like soft skin over heated steel. It's fascinating and I could touch him for hours on end. I trace my fingertips up to the thick head of his cock and discover more wetness there. "What would happen if I put my mouth on you?"

The groan he gives me is soft, broken with need. "You would push me to the edge of my limit."

"Would I?" the thought's an intriguing one. "So...you don't want me to do it?"

He gives another groan. "I...would not stop you."

Oooh. That tells me he wants me to do it as badly as I want to touch him. I slide off the edge of the bed, holding onto his hips as I move to my knees on the floor. His cock pushes against my face and I draw back, putting a hand on him so I can guide him to my mouth. I feel a tremor rack through him and it makes me shiver with my own need. To have such power over someone with such a small touch. It's thrilling.

I guide him to my mouth and lick the head of him. I taste salty droplets, and the musky scent of his skin. It's exciting and I catch myself moaning as I explore him with my lips.

His hand steals to my hair and I freeze momentarily, thinking he's going to reach for my blindfold. But he only grips a handful of my hair, anchoring me in his grip. "You have such a sweet mouth, Willow."

I squirm at his compliment, aroused at the mental image of his cock resting against my tongue. I flick him with my tongue and then drag it up and down his length, trying to discover which touches he likes the best, which ones make the hand in my hair tighten, which ones make him groan with need. When the breath hisses out from his throat, I can't help myself; I slide a hand under my nightgown and between my thighs, touching myself even as I run my tongue over him.

Ruari groans. "Are you stroking yourself as you pleasure me, my Willow?"

I don't respond - instead, I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking on his hard length. I'm lost to the taste of him, the feel of his hard, erect length spearing my throat, the hand in my hair. I'm not surprised to find that my pussy's slippery wet, and that rubbing my clit just makes me squirm harder. I'm so turned on right now that I could come, just from this. Ruari's hand tightens in my hair and I whimper with desire.

"Too close," he growls out. A moment later, he steps away and the hand is gone from my curls, his cock gone from my mouth. I make a sound of protest - I want more. "To your feet," he commands me.

I shiver at the firm, authoritative note in his voice and do as he commands. I rise to my feet, standing, and reach out for him. But his hands go to the neck of my nightgown, and then he undoes the ties there, sliding the material off my body until it pools at my feet.

"Look at how lovely you are," he murmurs. His big hand cups me between my thighs and his fingers stroke my clit. I cry out sharply, nearly falling backward with how good that feels.