“I’m going to need a lot of it.” He grabs the back of my head, burying his face into the side of my neck. “I ha’ in-depth plans for what I want to do to ye.”
My mouth curls into a smile, and I wrap my arms around his naked waist, standing on my tiptoes to plant kisses up his chest.
“Did you really tell her that you were mine?”
He chuckles darkly and sinks to his knees. The size difference between us is a hindrance I’m willing to work with. Hishead comes up to my breasts and his eyes flick to the laces of my pants before reaching to untie them.
“All yours,” he murmurs.
With deft fingers he unties the laces and shimmies the tight leather over my hips and down my legs. His lips graze the bare flesh he exposes and sends shivers down my spine. With firm hands, he grabs my leg and lifts it over his shoulder, licking my center.
My body trembles and I grip his hair to keep me upright. He stares up at me from lowered lashes, desire and hunger gleaming in his eyes.
“So ready…” he murmurs. I groan, gripping his hair tighter as my eyes slide shut. He slips from between my legs and lifts me into the tub. I sink into the depths of the water, the smell of lilac and lavender soothing my racing heart from just one stroke of his tongue.
Staring at me with a predator’s focus, he tugs his pants down. The ample size of him springs free. I’ll never get tired of this.
My mouth dries up.
But my core throbs at the promise of delight I know only he can provide.
He’s rippling, corded muscles, and delectable tanned skin.
I look up at him through arousal leaden eyes, my naked body easily visible through the clear water.
Lachlan steps into the tub, sinking down and pulling me onto him. His hands tighten on my ass as he guides my legs around him. His cocks rub against my most sensitive flesh and the urge to sink onto him burns through me. It’s just like before, but slower. Intentional.
I lick my lips, and his gaze narrows onto my tongue that darts across. Need rages like a wildfire in the evergreen of his eyes. I lean towards him, brushing kisses up his neck beforetugging his earlobe into my mouth. He moans, and the sound is like gasoline to the fire burning through me.
Slow.
We need to take it slower or this fire will destroy us both and leave nothing but ashes in its wake.
As if he reads my mind, his palms the back of my head, pulling my face to his. We kiss slowly, our tongues grazing against each other, and the feeling consumes me. We’re learning each other’s bodies, the wants, the needs.
My palms brush against the broad expanse of his chest before they drop lower. I wrap a hand around his cock, stroking him from the base of his shaft to the tip.
He trembles again, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes,” he hisses.
I stroke him again, guiding him to me, and lower myself onto his length.
Lachlan freezes, his mouth tightening as he closes his eyes again.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
My voice doesn’t sound like my own. The raspy words laced with desire.
His eyes pop open, the black of his pupil nearly eclipsing the green.
With forced slowness, I lower myself further. My flesh widens to accommodate his girth. I feel each inch as it enters me, the water of the bath acting as a natural lubricant.
Lachlan pants, his shoulders tensing as he holds on to my body. The friction is unbearable. The moment feels indescribable, my heart and mind are close to bursting.
It’s different from our first time. That was lust, this is…more.
I grimace at the pain, the burning as I stretch to fit all of him.
“Aye, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs.
