Page 39 of A Scot for Bethan (The Welsh Rebels #6)

“Bloody hell, yes, Ealasaid, I do. Your lips are pure perfection. You’re pure perfection. Now. Take me in your mouth now,” he rasped, arching his back in supplication. “Please. Show me how right I was to think you were made for this.”

“Ah, but if you want me on my knees at your feet, you will have to stand up,” she purred, giving him another stroke.

He moved with impressive speed and fluidity, taking her with him. “All right. I’m up,” he said unnecessarily.

So she could see. Definitely up.

“Will you show me what you like?” she breathed, rubbing a cheek against his hip. She had a fair idea of what she was to do, but she wanted to make sure to please him.

“Whatever you choose to do I guarantee I will like,” he grunted, pulling at her shift.

Unlike him, she had always been too cold to sleep naked.

With luck that would change in the spring, now that she was sharing a bed with a big, brooding man.

“But please, hurry,” he said, once he’d thrown her garment to the floor.

Smiling at the urgency in his voice, Bethan started to trail kisses all over his body, lingering over the places she loved the most. The smooth, rounded shoulders, the flat stomach, the soft hairs around his navel.

She would never have credited it but the simple act of dropping to her knees in front of a man sent a burst of heat between her legs.

Arousal spiked through her, before settling between her legs. She was going to enjoy this.

“Whatever I choose to do, you say?” she murmured, speaking against the warm skin of his thigh. The urge to bite it was overwhelming. She nipped at the skin, gently.

“Yes,” he answered in a rasp. “Anything.”

“How about this then?”

Cameron almost swallowed his tongue when the first lick over his sensitive skin sent shards of burning ice through the base of his spine.

Then when Bethan wrapped her lips around the engorged head of his shaft, he lost the ability to breathe normally.

Her mouth was scalding hot and so wet and soft, that he knew he would not last long.

Fascinated, he watched himself disappear between her full, sensual lips and remerge, wet and impossibly hard, before being swallowed up again.

In and out, in and out, over and over again.

Ah, he’d been right, she had the perfect mouth for this, and the perfect mind, bold and generous.

Utterly lost to his pleasure, he fisted his hand into her hair to bring her closer to him.

She glanced up at him, the connection between them adding yet another thrill to the moment.

How many times had he dreamed of this? Hundreds.

And yet, now that the moment had come, he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to withstand it for much longer.

“Ealasaid,” he warned, “anymore of this and I will spill into your mouth.”

She hummed, an unmistakable invitation to do so.

The minx! How had he not guessed she wouldn’t be shocked by his warning?

Could he accept her scandalous offer? No woman had ever agreed to do that for him yet and the temptation to let go was fierce.

Still one last vestige of sanity prevailed.

This was the first time she’d taken a man in her mouth, he should…

Cameron tried to wrench away but she didn’t let him, grabbing the back of his thighs with surprisingly strong fingers.

A series of Gaelic curses escaped his lips.

If she wanted this, then so be it. A moment later he had no other choice but to surrender.

The fingers in her hair tightened. A harsh growl escaped his throat, and he bucked his hips one last time, emptying all he had into her waiting mouth.

When he finally dared to look down, Bethan was looking at him from under her lashes, the look one of perfect innocence.

Dear God, how was it possible to love someone so much?

He collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained.

“Now you won’t have to imagine me on my knees. You will be able to remember what it feels like instead,” she purred, coming to straddle him.

“Aye. Though I might need to refresh my memory from time to time.”

She smiled. “Anytime.”

“I would like nothing more than to fuck you right now, but you will have to give me a moment,” he said, glancing at his cock, lying in its nest of copper curls.

It was not as limp as it could be, but still not hard enough for allowing him to plunge inside her sweetness the way they needed it. “Fortunately, I still have my mouth.”

A whimper betrayed her readiness. She started to roll onto her back, ready to offer him the treasure he craved.

He stopped her with both hands at her waist and took a moment to admire her.

Sat astride him, with her lips swollen from sucking on him, her breasts bared, and her stomach gently curved with his child, she had never been more alluring.

“I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too.”

“Now, my lady. It seems to me you that you quite liked being on your knees, so that’s where you’ll stay.”

In one move, he lifted her off his lap, to bring her nearer the wall.

At the same time, he slid down the bed. Aye, perfect.

The backs of her thighs were now pressed against his shoulders and her sweet, feminine folds were hovering just above his face.

He could see the proof that licking him had sent her wild with need and his mouth started to water at the idea of tasting the desire he had awoken in her.

Pleasuring him pleased her as much as pleasuring her pleased him, it seemed.

A growl escaped his throat. What had he done to deserve such a wild woman, such a wonderful wife?

“Yes,” Bethan cried out when she understood what he had in mind. This was a new position, but something he had wanted to try for a while, and judging from the hoarseness in her voice, she was all too happy to indulge him.

“Hold on to the bed frame if you need to. I’m going to lick you until you come in my mouth and when you think you can’t move, I’ll have recovered enough to take you as hard and fast as I need.

” He was so aroused it wouldn’t take his cock long to recover from its shattering release.

“You won’t have to do a thing. I’ll lie you down on your stomach and?—”

“Cameron, stop talking, damn you! Didn’t you promise to lick me? Do it.”

Ever the bold vixen, Bethan grabbed a fistful of his hair and lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. Well, that was one way of shutting him up, he supposed. He groaned when her scent hit him and then closed his eyes when her taste exploded on his tongue.

Cameron was in heaven, doing what he loved best, surrendering to his lover’s will. He would make sure to send them both to the stars and back.

And then he would make her his wife at last.