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Page 38 of One Night in Glasgow (The Scottish Billionaires #15)

My hands were everywhere, tugging at his bow tie, shoving his jacket off his shoulders, pulling his shirt free from his pants so I could feel the scorching skin beneath. His hands found the zipper of my gown, dragging it down with an agonizing slowness that made me whimper.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Sean murmured against my collarbone, his tongue tracing the hollow there before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “About peeling this dress off you. About tasting every inch of you. About fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”

The dress pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but a strapless bra, lace thong, and my heels. Sean stepped back, his chest heaving as his gaze raked over me like a physical caress.

“Christ, look at you,” he breathed, the pure adoration in his voice making me feel more beautiful than any designer gown ever could. “Turn around. Show me that perfect ass.”

I complied, turning slowly, looking over my shoulder to watch his reaction. His pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving only a thin ring of green. He stepped forward, his hands cupping my ass, squeezing roughly before delivering a sharp smack that made me gasp with pleasure.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice strained as he pressed his clothed erection against my ass. “I’ve been hard since I saw you at that fucking gala.”

I reached for him, pulling him back to me as I worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Too many clothes,” I complained, pushing the shirt off his shoulders to reveal the tattooed, muscled chest I’d been fantasizing about since he left.

He shrugged out of his shirt and pulled me flush against him, the feeling of skin on skin making us both moan. His mouth found mine again, the kiss deep and filthy, all tongue and teeth and desperation.

“I need you naked,” he demanded, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra with practiced ease. “I need to feel all of you. ”

We stumbled toward the bed, shedding clothes as we went. Sean kicked off his shoes and socks, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.

When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I fell backward, pulling Sean down with me. His weight pressed me deliciously into the mattress, his skin burning against mine. He wedged a thigh between my legs, giving me something to grind against as his mouth descended on my breast.

With the lights of the city spread out below us like scattered diamonds, Sean’s hands and mouth mapped every inch of my body as if rediscovering territory he’d feared lost. He traced the curve of my breast with his tongue, sucking the nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth until I arched off the bed, begging for more.

“Please,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair.

“Please what?” he teased, switching to my other breast to give it the same thorough attention. “Tell me what you need, Beth. I want to hear you say it.”

“Your mouth,” I managed, my voice breaking as he bit down gently on my sensitive flesh. “I need your mouth on me.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile against my skin. “Where, baby? Here?” He kissed the underside of my breast. “Or here?” His mouth moved to my ribs, then lower to my navel, his tongue dipping inside briefly.

“Lower,” I begged, my hips lifting off the bed in silent supplication.

Sean’s mouth moved lower, across my ribs, my stomach, the jut of my hipbone, before settling between my thighs. He spread my legs wider, his shoulders creating a delicious pressure that kept me open to him.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh. “So pink and wet and ready for me.”

The first stroke of his tongue had me clutching at the sheets, a desperate moan tearing from my throat.

He held my hips down as I writhed beneath him, his name becoming a prayer on my lips.

His tongue circled my clit before flicking rapidly across it, building the pressure until I was teetering on the edge.

Then he stopped, pulling back to blow cool air across my heated flesh.

“Sean, please,” I gasped as he brought me to the edge, only to back away again. “Don’t tease me.”

“After a week apart? Baby, I’m going to tease you until you’re begging,” he promised, his voice dark with intent.

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them to find that spot that made me see stars. When he found it, I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

“There it is,” he said with satisfaction, stroking the spot relentlessly while his mouth returned to my clit, sucking it between his lips.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. My thighs began to shake, my muscles tightening as my orgasm approached. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, Sean withdrew again.

“No,” I protested, reaching for him. “I was so close.”

“I know,” he said, his fingers still moving lazily inside me, not enough to make me come but enough to keep me on the edge. “But I want to watch your face when you shatter beneath me.”

I reached down between us, wrapping my hand around his thick length and stroking firmly. His hips bucked into my touch, a groan escaping his lips.

“I need you inside me. Now,” I demanded, guiding him toward my entrance.

He rose above me, his eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself, but then he hesitated, starting to pull away as if to reach for the nightstand. I tightened my grip on him, a silent question in my eyes.

"Wait," I whispered, my voice a little shaky. "It's okay. I'm on the pill."

He paused, his body tense above me, his gaze searching mine with a new intensity. "Beth," he said, his voice low and serious. "Are you sure? We don't have to..."

"I'm sure," I said, my heart hammering.

He took a breath, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "I'm clean," he said, his voice raw with sincerity. "Completely. I haven't been with anyone since... well, for almost a year before I met you."

My eyes widened. A year? A man who looked like him, who moved like him? The thought, the sheer self-control of it, was almost as big a turn-on as his hands on my body. It spoke of a focus and a integrity that was so profoundly... Sean.

"Me too," I said, meeting his intense gaze without flinching. "Clean. And there's been no one else since that first night with you. Only you."

His eyes searched mine for a long moment, a silent question passing between us that had nothing to do with disease and everything to do with trust. I nodded, a silent promise. I trust you.

A slow, devastating smile touched his lips.

He leaned down and kissed me, a deep, reverent kiss that sealed the unspoken deal.

When he pulled back, he positioned himself again.

In one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, drawing a cry from both of us.

The stretch was exquisite, my body adjusting to accommodate his size, but this time it felt different.

It was the feeling of total surrender, of absolute trust, and it was more profound than any orgasm.

He stilled momentarily and pressed his forehead against mine, our breath mingling.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “Not just this—though God knows I missed fucking you—but everything. Your laugh, your smile, the way you look at me like I’m the only man in the world.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Show me,” I demanded again, rolling my hips to encourage him to move.

He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall and the mattress springs protesting beneath us.

“Yes,” I hissed, meeting each thrust with equal force. “Harder, Sean. Fuck me harder.”

He complied, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder to change the angle, hitting deeper with each thrust. The new position allowed him to hit that perfect spot inside me, and I felt my orgasm building rapidly.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Take what you need, baby. Show me how much you missed this cock.”

I reached between us, my fingers finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The additional stimulation was all I needed. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my inner walls clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me .

“Sean!” I screamed, my back arching as my vision went white with pleasure.

“Fuck, Beth,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body milked his cock. “You’re so tight when you come. So perfect.”

Before my first orgasm had fully subsided, he flipped us over, positioning me on top. “Ride me,” he commanded, his hands gripping my hips. “I want to watch those perfect tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

I braced my hands on his chest, lifting myself up before sinking back down on his length. The new angle hit different spots inside me, building the pressure again. Sean’s hands moved to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as I established a rhythm.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hips thrusting up to meet me. “Use me, Beth. Take what you need.”

I rode him with abandon, chasing my second release. Sean’s hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that had me gasping.

“I’m close again,” I warned, my movements becoming erratic.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his other hand tangling in my hair to pull me down for a bruising kiss. “I want to feel you come on my cock again before I fill you up.”

His words pushed me over the edge, my second orgasm even more intense than the first. I collapsed against his chest, trembling with aftershocks as he continued to thrust up into me.

With a growl, Sean flipped us again, pushing my knees toward my chest as he pounded into me with renewed vigor. His face was contorted with pleasure, sweat beading on his forehead as he chased his own release .

“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice tight. “Where do you want it, baby? Tell me.”

“Inside me,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around him to keep him deep. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Sean buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me. The feeling of his release triggered a third, smaller orgasm that had me clinging to him, my nails digging into his back as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.

After, when our heartbeats had slowed and our breathing steadied, Sean gathered me against him. I rested my head on his chest, in my favorite position. His fingers gently traced swirls on my bare shoulder as I listened to the strong, steady rhythm of his heart.

“Worth missing your speech?” I murmured sleepily, my body deliciously sated.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Worth missing anything,” he answered simply. His hand slid down to cup my ass possessively. “But don’t think we’re done yet. A week is a long time to make up for, and I plan to have you at least twice more before morning.”

His semi-hard cock twitched against my thigh, already beginning to recover. I smiled against his chest, knowing it would be a long, delicious night.