Malcolm slipped his fingers from her core, drinking in her gasps from the aftershocks as she slowly came down from the climax. His c**k was straining, demanding some action, but he thought he’d rather torture her with his mouth next, see if he couldn’t get her screaming his name.
Charlotte’s eyes opened and fixed on his. She struggled up, hands shoving at his shoulders.
Worried, for a moment, that he’d done something wrong, that this was her saying no, he fell back. Releasing her.
“Oh no. I know that look. You can drive me out of my mind later.” With more dexterity than he’d expected, she unfastened his kilt, exposing him to her hungry gaze. “And I can assure you, I’ll return the favor.” She bent, pressing a kiss to the bobbing tip of his erection. “But right now, I need you.”
He could
