Win a Date Chapter 20 Scottish Breakfast
She wakes as the sun starts to light the room. A groan has her burrowing back into the blankets and against… oh right. She has a bed mate. Nice. She has to be up soon to get ready for her day. The drug has to be opened. But she has a bit of time. She runs her hands down his body finding his morning cock stand. Very nice. Recalling what she thought he was asking for earlier, she decides exactly how she is going to wake him.
Her hands stroke him from balls to tip. He groans and arches his back. “Claire.” Breathed out as he starts to move more purposely under her. She grins as her lips find and press against the pulse point at his neck. Her hands slow, not wanting him to climax just yet. A hand job wasn’t all she was offering. With that in mind, she starts to kiss down his neck and chest, stopping to give a quick suck to his nipples. “Fuk Claire!” he calls out at that move. So she stays there a minute. Then she licks straight down the center. He jerks when he sees what she is about.
“Relax darling.” She says before she fills her mouth. Lifting him up, she lowers her mouth down on to him. A few sucks before she comes off to lick him up and down. His hands cling to the sheets, fisting them up as the most delicious sounds come out of him. They fuel her as she returns to sucking. He is very big so she can only get about half of him in. Her hand works the bottom moving to the rhythm of her mouth.
“Iffin fuk!” he growls out. Then he sees what her other hand is doing. It is buried between her own legs, working herself up at the same time she is bringing him to the edge. Holy hell!
Her mouth and hands move faster. He, unable to stay still any longer, moves his hips to her moving mouth. He struggles not thrust as not to hurt her. She relaxes her throat a bit more and takes him in farther. Her hand moves down to his balls, to find them as tight as pearls. He is close. Good, for she is too. A few more deep sucks and he calls out her name as he arches up and cums hard. She swallows his spunk with her own cries of pleasure.
She lays still against his thigh, softly stroking his now flaccid penis and her own satisfied sex. She feels his pulse slow some under her ear. “Claire, Christ I thought my heart may burst. Not just the blow job but seeing you seeing to yourself.”
“Like that, did you?” Her own voice is still breathless.
“Oh aye. Come here baby.” She pulls herself up to him. “Good morning.” He kisses her, tasting himself. Good morning indeed.
“Good morning. I probably should have asked but..”
“Dinna fash lass. I sure wasn’t saying no.”
“So no had, eh? None of those blonds?”
“No one. None of those blonds. Promise. It is to intimate for casual, you see. Like becoming one. You are the first and will be the only for both.”
She still beside him. “You are talking forever.”
“Aye. I know it is early. We will date more. Lot's more. I must introduce you to the public. A lot, eh? But in the end, I want no other lass to share my bed and body.”
She is spared answering by Geillis' knock. “Hey love birds, I have breakfst made. Claire, I know you don't want to be late opening. Sorry.”
“Thank Gel.” She turns to his soft patient blue eyes. “Damn. We really must be up. Wanna share a shower?”
Around forty-five minutes later she watches him drive away as she prepares to do the same. The pain this causes her tells her he is right. They are made for forever. Damn it!
