Tyler, Lynn - For Her Honor [For Her] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lynn Tyler

  He groaned in disappointment but obediently placed his hands back where she wanted them. “Good lad,” she crooned. She went back to his chest, alternately feathering him and kissing him until she sensed he couldn’t hold back. She sat up and played the feather over her breasts, enjoying the heat of his gaze on her body.

  Slowly, so slowly, she tortured them both by lowering the feather down her stomach to tease briefly between her thighs. She let it play on her clit until it was swollen and red and her juices were practically running down her thighs.

  “Oh, lass,” he whispered shakily. “That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

  She laughed seductively and drew the feather from between her legs. She ran it down his belly until it stroked his groin, tantalizingly close to his rigid cock. She settled her weight onto one of his thighs, making sure her sex rubbed against his skin. The hairs on his leg tickled her clit, and she shivered at the feeling.

  Jocelyn rubbed the feather delicately over his balls, enjoying his moans of pleasure. She teased him, allowing the feather to stroke his erection from root to tip until a steady stream of fluid was dripping from his tip. She fondled the tight knot of nerves at the base of the head, and the head flushed a deeper red, bordering on purple. She moved the feather up to the very tip of his cock and swirled it around slowly, making sure to tickle every bit of it.

  “Jocelyn, loving. I am not going to last much longer.”

  She smiled, a feeling of peace lingering deep in her soul. This was how she wanted him. She wanted his trust, his pleasure, and his love. “It is all right, my love,” she crooned, still stroking him with her feather. “Let me watch you.”

  Her request seemed to finally tip him over the edge, and his body went rigid. Robbie’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his breathing literally stopped as his entire body shuddered with release. Rope after rope of seed shot from his cock, pooling on his lower stomach. She didn’t stop stroking him until he whimpered. “’Tis too sensitive now, loving,” he grunted.

  She tossed her feather aside and lay down next to him, rubbing her hand over his chest in small, soothing circles until his breathing slowed. When he recovered, he eased her to her back and burned a trail up her inner thighs with his lips until he found her pussy, which was clenching from need. Without warning, he fastened his lips around her clit and sucked strongly. Flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, he growled into her flesh. The vibrations raced up her spine and she arched her back, trying desperately to get closer to him.

  Sliding her hands into his hair, she pulled on the strands demandingly. Robbie answered that demand and slipped one finger into her pussy, wiggling it around until he found that spot deep within her that always gave her such pleasure.

  He caught her clit between his teeth and just the right amount of pressure. She shattered and screamed her release to the sky.

  Robbie wrapped them both in his kilt and was holding her against him possessively. She luxuriated in his touch, amazed she could love, and be loved, so completely. “I love you,” she said on a huge yawn.

  He chuckled. “And I you, Jocelyn, even if you are the wild MacKenna sister. All you need is a firm hand to tame you.”

  He grunted good-naturedly when she punched him in the ribs. “Tame me? Good luck, lad,” she said on a laugh.

  “On second thought,” he said as he gathered her closer to his side and settled her head on his chest, “I think I like you just the way you are.”

  She smiled and nuzzled her nose into his neck, draping her leg over his in an effort to get as close to him as possible. “I think I like you, too.” His chest shook a little as he laughed, but she barely felt it as her eyes started to drift closed. She felt his hand running up and down her spine and let herself float into sleep, content to hold him close. He was hers, and she would cherish him for the rest of her life.

  But more importantly, she was his. And she was happy to be so.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Lynn lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two children. She has a degree in Therapeutic Recreation and has worked in the health care field since she was a teenager.

  Also by Lynn Tyler

  Ménage Amour: Be With Us

  Ménage Amour: Superhero, Inc.: SHI Guy

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