I work her slow but steady, thumb on her clit while my fingers curl inside, finding that spot that makes her writhe. She’s making sounds that wreck me—gasps, moans, broken little cries.And now she’s rocking against my fingers, working herself on me. Fuck, watching her chase her own pleasure is enough to break a man.
“Lachlan, I’m?—”
“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear. “Let go for me.”
And she does. She shatters, crying my name as her body clenches around my fingers. I nearly come myself just from watching her. The flush across her chest, the way her mouth falls open, the tremor that runs through her whole body—it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
She sags against the wall afterwards, breathing hard, eyes glazed with satisfaction. Then she focuses on me, lips curving in a dreamy smile. “That was... incredible.” Her smile twists into something cheekier. “And how about you? Did you...?” She tugs at the waistband of my joggers, peeking down. “No! You didn’t blow your load. Well done.”
I let out a rough laugh. “Barely. Another minute of that and I’d have been finished.”
She smirks at that, then yanks my joggers down, freeing my cock. Her hand closes around me—her skin warm, her rings cool—and a hiss rips from my throat. Christ! My hips jerk involuntarily.
“Still getting used to hands that aren’t your own?”
I nod, not trusting my voice as her fingers explore. When she tugs my foreskin down and slides it back up, clearly fascinated, I chuckle despite the fire racing through my veins.
“Again?” I manage.
She shrugs, grinning. “It’s still a novelty for me! Just trying to get used to all these differences. You Scots drive on the left, we Americans drive on the right. You say chips, we say french fries. Your cock’s uncut, my exes’ weren’t.”
The casual way she says it—like she’s listing off travel guide tips—actually makes me laugh, even though I’d rather she didn’t mention her exes while her hand’s driving me out of my mind.
“Anyway,” she continues, giving me a squeeze that blurs my vision, “I’d like this inside me now, please. It’s been a whole minute since my last orgasm and I’m getting a bit impatient.”
“Of course,” I rasp, then reality crashes back. “Oh, shit. I’ve... well, I’ve no condoms. There’s been no need for them. And, well?—”
She cuts me off with a laugh. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill, Lachlan, and clean. And based on what I know about your sexual history, I’m going to say you’re clean too. So...”
She moves to the bed, lying back and spreading her legs, offering me a view that makes my mouth water and my cock twitch desperately. Pink, glistening, so fucking perfect it makes my head spin.
“Come over here.”
For a moment I just stand there, drinking her in. Blair, spread out on rumpled sheets, a feast laid out for me. Then my body takes over, and I’m moving towards her like a man possessed.
I climb onto the narrow bed, settling between her thighs. My cock is so hard it’s almost painful, pre-cum beading at the tip. I grip myself at the base, line up with her entrance, and push inside in one slow, steady stroke.
We both gasp at the same time. The sensation of her surrounding me—hot, tight, perfect—is almost too much. I have to stop, buried deep inside her, just breathing.
“Okay?” I manage, searching her face.
“More than okay,” she whispers, and when she smiles up at me, something in my chest cracks wide open.
I start to move, slow and careful, watching her face for every reaction. The way her eyes flutter closed when I hit the rightangle. The little gasps when I go deeper. The flush spreading down her throat to her chest.
“Still holding out on me, captain,” she teases breathlessly. “Impressive.”
I grunt, fighting to keep my rhythm steady. “Aye, but I’m not far off. That’s why I’m taking it slow.”
It’s true. Every stroke, every clench of her around me pushes me closer to the edge. But I want this to last. Want to keep her wrapped around me as long as I can.
When her breathing hitches, when her nails dig into my shoulders, I know she’s close again. Knowing I’m the one making her come apart nearly finishes me right there.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips. “Want to feel you.”
And she does, breaking around me with a cry that’s music to my ears, her body clenching and fluttering in waves that drag me over with her. I manage three more desperate thrusts before my balls tighten and I’m coming hard, spilling inside her with a groan torn straight from my soul.
For a long moment we just lie there, gasping, hearts hammering against each other. Then, while I’m still buried inside her, I find her mouth with mine, kissing her soft and deep.
