Page 84 of The Ruthless Laird's Virgin
Coming closer, he dipped his head and took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue over her nipple.
“Callum,” she breathed his name and closed her eyes, curling her fingers in his hair.
He worked his tongue over her nipple in small circles before leaving one breast and working his way to the other.
A hot sensation of pleasure shot through her body when he worked his mouth over one breast and used his fingers to cup and massage the other. He took his time, deliberately focusing on her breasts before kissing his way down to her stomach and stopping just before the dip in her hip.
Feeling a rush of disappointment, Eleanor looked up.
The passionate look of longing in his eyes caught her off guard as he reached out and scooped her up in his arms. “Daenae fuss, lass, there is still more to come, and I can promise ye, it will be worth the wait.”
Every ounce of her resolve melted into longing again as she caught her breath, anticipating what would happen next.
Callum walked her over to the bed and gently lay her down, taking his time to run his hands along her sides as he admired her from above before taking a step back. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, he lifted it above his head and discarded it to the side before stepping out of his breeches.
Eleanor gasped as she parted her lips, taking in every chiseled muscle and line of his rock-hard abs and defined thighs.
He is more than just bonnie or even handsome.
Her eyes lingered on the scar over his ribs and the fine map of fainter ones that spoke of a life well-lived. He had fought many battles in his time and won. Coming to her knees, she could no longer resist the urge to touch him as she crawled forward on the bed and faced him.
Heat filled her chambers, whether it was from the fire crackling in the grate or the one raging in her core, she did not care.
Callum’s hands instantly went to her shoulders as if he wanted to push her back, but she quickly reached up and held them steady, moving them to his sides as she leaned in and began to kiss a path over his scars. “What are ye doin’, macree?” His voice was heavy with longing when he ran the tips of his fingers over her shoulders and the back of her neck.
“Just what ye taught me…” She whispered against his tanned flesh before making her way down to the defined lines of his hips.
A shudder ran over his thighs when she flicked her tongue over the hard muscles and worked her way to the iron shaft that promised to bring her more pleasure than his tongue ever could.
“Macree…” his growl filled the air with a heated intensity that made her shiver.
Her mouth moved over the shaft, working him in ways that felt natural to her as she flicked her tongue back and forth.
Callum seemed to barely contain himself when he reached down and gripped her hair, gently pulling her toward him as he moaned. “Ye will be the death of me, macree…”
Eleanor moved back and licked over her lips when it felt as if she could no longer breathe.
“Aye, but now it is me turn to show ye somethin’ else.” He gently moved her back with his hands until she gave in and crawled back on the bed. Lifting his knees, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above her with his thighs between hers. “Are ye ready, macree?”
She stilled beneath him as her chest rose and fell with every breath. How could she be ready when she had never experienced the physical love between a man and a woman to such a degree? Her stomach suddenly fluttered with nerves as she looked into his eyes. “I…”
Callum’s lips lifted into a knowing smile. “Daenae fuss, macree. I shall guide ye every step of the way.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, drawing a path down until he reached her breasts and once again took turns to suckle on each rosy bud.
Eleanor closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his tongue on her breasts, relaxing until her breath came in even spurts. It was not until she was fully relaxed that Callum pulled back and positioned himself between her thighs with her legs on either side of his hips.
This is it.
She held her breath, feeling a sharp pressure that radiated through her loins. The pain, however, only lasted for a moment as he began to slowly move back and forth, sheathing inside of her with every thrust. “Callum!” she called out when the pleasure began to mount.
Leaning forward, he placed his hands on either side of her body and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Every motion and thrust grew in intensity until the sweat began to bead on his skin.
Eleanor groaned with pleasure as she lifted her hips, giving in to the desires that had been building since he had first touched her that night.
Their moans mingled as they moved as one, filling the air with the passion that bloomed so deep within them both.
The world began to spin around her as Eleanor felt her legs beginning to tremble. The apex she had felt before threatened to come as he moved her to the edge of her sanity.
