Slainte

The proud delicate nub she sought with the tip of her finger was not to be denied again. Tamsin stroked her clit with urgency as she envisioned Munroe's broad shoulders towering over her, his callused finger replacing hers, and his raven head bent down to suck on her sensitive nipple. Soon it was hard to tell just how much noise she was making with blood pumping loudly in her ears but she was beyond caring, needing the tension to break within her body. Her other hand sought a stiff tender nipple, pinching it roughly and releasing over and over mimicking the suckling it desired. Waves of pleasure crashed through her and she rode out her climax gently fondling her folds as peace radiated through her.

Moments later, getting up quietly, she used the bathroom and got a glass of water. The hearth fire had be stoked and given more fuel after she'd fallen asleep for it heated the one room cabin excessively. Walking back Tamsin tried not to disturb the sleeping giant of her lust on the couch but as she passed behind, his bare upper body covered in accentuating black hair compelled her to pause. He too must have found the cabin warm for he had taken off his tee shirt and the blanket draped loosely over his hips and thighs. The dark matt of fur emphasizing his massive chest and trailing towards his cock tempted her fingers to explore under the tented blanket. Her skin dully ached to touch him and be touched by him in return. As she scanned up his bitable forearm she noticed a large wound that spanned his left shoulder. Gaging by the color it must have been at least a few days old.

"You weren't supposed to see that." Munroe's husky voice startled her and she froze when his large hand locked around her wrist.

"I - I'm a nurse. It just looked... painful. What happened?" Tamsin gasped when he drew her arm across the low back of the couch then put her middle finger into his hot wet mouth. Every nerve ending on that one finger came alive, pulsing out to the rest of her body. His tongue caressed so erotically it took a moment to do more than just enjoy the sensation. When she finally tried pulling her hand back his grip tightened.

"Give me back my hand." Tamsin froze, staring him down.

"Not yet." His voice low and rough, the vibration of it coursed up through her.