Leannan

Lachlan

Quinn's breath quickened, and she rested her hands on my shoulders for support as I slid one finger beneath the delicate fabric of her panties to run lightly along her nether lips. She was soaked through, and I smiled, my tongue pressing against the silky fabric to brush her clit. She gasped and her hands tightened on my shoulders, urging me on. Ever so slowly, I hooked my fingers around the thin straps at her hips before yanking forcefully. The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels.

Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect."

"Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided smoothly within her, and I added a second, feeling the wet, tight heat of her channel encompass me. I leaned in, our lips locked, as I began to establish a steady rhythm. Her hips matched my stroking, and I could feel the tension coiling within her.

The low lighting suddenly flickered then died out, leaving us in a near-pitch black, illuminated only by the brief flashes of the lightning coming from the windows. The storm's continued raging outside added an air of intrigue and mystery to our encounter. The loss of sight somehow heightened my other senses, and I felt every inch of her body as if it were a lightning rod, conducting the electric current of our desire.

I broke away from the kiss, and trailed feathers light kisses along her jaw and down to the sensitive spot just below her ear. My fingers slowing then stopping within her pulsing channel. She squirmed under my hand, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck.

"You're not coming until I let you," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "Wait. Breathe."

She said nothing, but her nod was enough, and I felt a surge of victory and desire course through me. My free hand found its way to her inner thigh, and I gently urged her leg apart. She was so wet that I could run my finger easily along her folds, and the musky scent of her desire filled my nostrils. I returned my attention to her neck, kissing and nipping the delicate skin there, while my thumb circled her clit, never quite scrapping across the bundle of nerves that I knew she was desperate for.

"Please," she begged, her hips beginning to buck against my hands. She was panting now, her nails digging into my shoulders. The slight pain only making me want her more.

"Please what, leannan? Tell me exactly what you want. I want to hear the words from your lips." I added a third finger and pumped into her twice. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing across the marble in the room. I looked up as lightning flashed outside, illuminating her body for a brief moment—the sight of her, lost in passion, was seared into my memory.

Quinn's hips began to buck, and she was panting now, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. I added a third finger, and she moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the suddenly very intimate room. I looked up as lightning flashed outside, illuminating her body for a brief moment—the sight of her, lost in passion, was seared into my memory.

"Please Lachlan. Please let me come," she begged

"That's a very pretty request, my beautiful Quinn, but I don't think so." I trailed kisses back up to her ear, nuzzling the lobe, and whispered, mo chridhe. We have all night."

Her eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire, pleaded with me. I could see the tension coiled tightly within her, and I knew she was doing her best not to beg again. But I wanted—needed—this slow torture. And I needed her to succumb to my commands. Let me show her how sweet this torture could be. The anticipation was a drug, and I intended to savor every moment.

Removing my fingers from her core, I began unbuckling my belt. Her eyes followed my every move, and I enjoyed the way her breath quickened as I toed off my shoes, let my pants drop, and slipped my boxer briefs down my legs. My cock sprung free, so hard it lay almost flat against my lower belly. I stroked myself slowly, enjoying the way her gaze devoured me, her lips parting.

I fine shiver played across her skin even though I could feel the heat rolling off of her. I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her into my arms, her long, lithe legs wrapping around me instinctively. Walking her to the table where we had just completed our meal, I cleared the dishes with an arm, china and glasses shattering onto the ground.

Putting her down on the cool wood of the table, I raised her knees to my shoulders and slammed into her with one long thrust. Quinn screamed my name as I pulled out and pounded back into her. Another flash of lightning was followed by a deep, rumbling clap of thunder, and Quinn cried out again. I felt the walls of her pussy starting to flutter. "Don't forget your promise," I growled between thrusts. "I haven't given you permission to come yet."

Tears slid from her eyes as she whimpered and pled, "Please, Lachlan, please, I-I can't..."

"Oh, my Quinn, you're so delectable, so obliging," I crooned into her mouth. "Such a very good girl."

I bit her lip before allowing my tongue to plunder her mouth one last time before I finally said, "Now, leannan, come for me."

One more thrust and her walls shattered in a spectacular display of passion and desire. She cried out, her eyes squeezed shut, and her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Her channel milking my cock until I couldn't hold my own release back any farther.

I roared as I came, and came, harder than I had in years. My hips continued to pump until I felt another orgasm start to coil within her. Reaching a finger between us. I stroked her now swollen, needy clit and she flew apart again, crying out my name.

Continuing to stroke rhythmically in and out until I felt her muscles go lax, I placed a line of soft kisses across her cheek and up her temple before resting my forehead between her breasts. We lay there for long moments gathering ourselves, the only noise our breaths and the blowing rain hitting the windows.

Finally, I reluctantly pulled out of her and swept her into my arms, carrying her through to the living room. I gently lay her on the oversized sofa there, pulling a cashmere throw over her naked, sweat slicked body. I cupped her cheeks and let my lips brush her forehead before standing and starting toward the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Don't worry, leannan. I'll be right back."

She nodded and snuggled into the blanket, her eyes drifting closed.