With each tug of my palm along his length and each swipe of my tongue over his engorged tip, Cairn lets out a shuddering breath. He’s still propped on his elbows, but his eyes are closed now, and he has his face tipped to theceiling, horns sprawling out beautifully on either side of his head.
And seeing him like this, I get an idea.
Sitting up on my knees, I scoot back, then stand so I can pull off the thick winter tights I’m wearing under my chunky knit sweater dress. Once they’re on the floor, I grab my panties—cute little red ones I wore in hopes thatthismight happen—and pull them down slowly, enjoying how Cairn’s gaze follows the movement now that he’s opened his eyes again.
“Lie back,” I say as I rejoin him on the bed, crawling up the length of his body, legs now bare beneath my dress.
Though he arches a brow, he says nothing, simply maneuvering himself back a bit so he’s fully on the bed, me straddling his chest.
I remember the last time I touched his horns, the way his eyes fluttered closed as I let my fingers graze along the base, where his dark curls give way to the glistening onyx spirals.
Gently, I climb higher, and Cairn must finally realize what I’m going to do, because his gaze darts down, and he wets his lips in preparation.
Easing my knees along either side of his head, I grip him by the horns, hear him take a shuddering breath, and then lower my pussy onto his face.
His tongue is hot and wet and—
“Fuck,” I groan out almost immediately, gripping his horns as his hands come up to wrap around my thighs.
Tightening his hold on me, he pulls my weight down, crushing me against his lips. As he drags his tongue over my clit, making me start to shake, I start gliding my hands alonghis horns, lingering as I get closer to their base. And with each thrust of my pussy against his mouth, webothmoan.
Cairn sucks my clit into his hot mouth, making me gasp. Then his tongue finds my slit, and he pushes inside me.
And even histongueis huge. Every part of this man feels like it was built to pleasure a woman.
How lucky am I to be the one in his bed?
Using his horns for stability, I rise onto my knees, then sink back down, forcing his tongue deeper inside me. At the same time, his fingers tighten on my thighs. They press into my flesh, and though I’m sure I’ll have purple-and-blue bruises tomorrow, I like the ache of pain and feel myself get wetter each time I slam down onto his face.
My low belly is tensing, an orgasm building.
Not yet.
I want to ride this wave as long as I can before it crashes onto shore, leaving me spent and gasping.
So this time when I rise up off of Cairn’s face, I look down at him between my knees and say, “I want you to fuck me now.”
And he completely surprises me when he doesn’t argue, instead just giving me a nod. “Flip over. Lie down.”
I release his horns and carefully ease around them, collapsing onto the soft blankets and pillows. The curtains are still open, letting the thin gray sunlight illuminate the room. As Cairn sits up and carefully removes his sweater, the movement sends a smattering of dust motes floating through the beams of light, like every brush of his hand might scatter the stars in the sky.
I can’t believe I just thought that.A little smile pulls on my lips.I’ve totally fallen for this guy.
Now completely and beautifully naked, Cairn turns to regard me. The muscles in his chest and shoulders coil as he crawls across the bed and positions himself atop me. With one hand, he reaches down and takes hold of the hem of my sweater dress, and I wiggle out of it, helping him to pull it over my head. The heavy fabric falls onto the floor with a thump, and my nipples pucker under Cairn’s intense gaze.
“We’re still going to take this slow,” he says, his voice more a rumble than it is words.
I nod. “Okay.”
Cairn looks nervous—more nervous than I feel.
So, as he positions his gleaming red head at my slick entrance, my knees spread wide to accommodate his broad frame, I whisper, “I trust you.”
He pauses for a moment, his eyes catching mine.
And then he starts to push.
Chapter 45
