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Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the lass rubbing her teeth over her bottom lip with her gaze fastened to my mouth.
She clearly likes my barmy narration, so I continue---and lift my forkful of cheesecake. "Watch the caramel stretching sinuously from the creamy flesh while I close my lips around the fork and devour the sweetness."
The lass stares at my mouth.
I pull the fork free while keeping my lips sealed. Then I begin to chew, slowly, sensually, while I watch her expression. Dinnae think she's licking her lips again because she desperately wants cheesecake. "Mm, the flavors combine in the most sensual way, and the sweet-yet-spicy taste of the whisky enhances the pleasure."
By the time I've swallowed the bite of cheesecake, Rebecca's pupils have dilated, darkening her honey-brown eyes.
She drags her tongue across her lips, and her eyes drift shut. "Wow, this tastes even better than I hoped. Makes me feel warm and soft. It's so...delectable."
"It's not the dessert that makes you feel that way."
"That's for sure." Her lids flutter open, and she aims those sultry eyes at me. "It's you, Thane. You and your whisky. But those two things are inseparable because you are the whisky. Its flavor and body come from you and you alone."
"No one has ever suggested that before. But it's exactly how I feel about my whisky, and it's why I'm protective of the single malts I create."
"I figured that out on the day we met. Maybe that's why I've had trouble coming up with an appropriate marketing campaign. I've tried to ignore the huge elephant in the room---your innate connection to the Scotch you create."
She thrusts another forkful of pie into her mouth and consumes it with all the sultry yet casual hunger that only a mature woman could embody. Once she's done, she spears another forkful, raising it to my lips. "You need to have more of this. It's luscious."
"Not as luscious as you." I let her feed me another mouthful. "Mm, this is drùis-mhiannach. I swear I can taste you in this dessert."
"What does that Gaelic phrase mean?"
"I said the cheesecake is erotic."
Rebecca leans in to swipe her tongue across my bottom lip, licking up a spot of the cheesecake's flesh. Then she glances down at my groin. "Guess dessert did the trick."
"Aye, I'm getting hard. You did this to me, so it's up to you to relieve the pressure."
"Not just yet."
She spears a bite of the cheesecake and slides it into her mouth, moaning as she gradually pulls the fork free. Then she pushes one finger between my lips. I realize what she wants and open my mouth for her. She seals her lips to mine and opens her mouth too, thrusting her tongue deep to spread the melting confection. It tastes like whisky and caramel, naturally, but also of her. I pull her onto my lap, lashing my arms around her.
And we devour each other with abandon.
I grasp fistfuls of her hair, tugging her even closer, while our tongues tangle and my cock grows stiffer by the second. She rocks her hips into me as if she's trying to ride my slat but cannae quite get it inside her. I keep kissing her with a passion no other woman could inspire in me, even while I struggle to rise and set her erse on the table. Blindly, I flail one arm to clear the tabletop.
The plate of cheesecake and the fork clatter to the floor.
Rebecca rips her mouth away from mine. "Take me the wolf way. Please, Thane."
I've lost all capacity for coherent speech, so I simply nod and grunt. I set the lass on her feet, and we both need a moment to catch our breath. Rebecca rests her erse on the table's edge. I simply stand here with my dokey as stiff as a board, struggling to recover my voice. At last, I succeed.
"Ye want me to take ye the wolf way, aye? Then get on your hands and knees on the floor."
She hurries to obey my command and wriggles her erse while glancing over her shoulder at me.
I drop to my knees and grasp her hips, thrusting into her in one swift movement. Cannae restrain my lust for her, though. I maintain a firm hold on her hips as I pump into her faster and harder, grunting with every thrust. Her hair flies around her face while she cries out over and over, calling out my name in between those shouts.
Her sheath convulses around my cock. The lass unleashes even wilder cries and barely coherent shouts for me never to stop fucking her. The way her body milks my cock, I cannae hold out any longer. Throwing my head back, I shout and pound into her once more as I spill everything I have inside her body.
Then I slump to my knees on the floor.
Rebecca collapses onto her belly.
After a moment, I crawl over to her and pull the lass onto my lap. She rests her head on my shoulder. I pepper kisses over her forehead and down her nose to the tip. Her eyes have fluttered shut.
