Page 95 of Over the Limit

The man has incredible hands.

And those hands slide down to knead the ample flesh there as his tongue slides a line down my back.

“Lachlan,” I moan.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “Let me worship you, Blair. Inch by inch. Muscle by muscle. Sensation by sensation.”

“But you deserve—”

“Uh-uh,” he says, pressing a kiss to the dimples in my lower back. “This is all about you. I had a shit day. I needed time to decompress. You didn’t deserve my bad mood, so I thought I’d treat you to this while I did.”

His hardened cock hits the side of my thigh—I guess he’s over that bad mood now—and brings that delicious, sweet ache for him to life.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I needed to.” His hands spread my thighs apart. “And now I need you.”

I gasp at the wet warmth of his tongue as he slides it between my thighs. As his tongue pushes into me. As his fingers work over my clit.

“Christ.” The warmth of his breath hits my skin. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

He uses his hands to lift my hips up so that I’m on my knees and then spreads the globes of my ass so he has better access. And access he has as he begins to push his tongue in and out of me, building the pressure like only he can.

The ache spreads from my inner thighs through my muscles and down to my fingers and toes. My breasts feel heavy, and my body burns with the sweetest ache as he works every single nerve ending I have.

“Mine.” A slide of his tongue. “This sweet fucking pussy.” His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. “You.” A suck on my skin. “Just fucking mine.”

I cry out when the wet warmth of his mouth leaves me and then yelp when he pats me just so that those nerves he just seduced are awoken from their sleep-drugged state.

“Lachlan,” I moan as the cool air hits me seconds before I feel the head of his cock slide up and down my slit. He leaves it just at my entrance—enough to tease and for me to beg. “Please.”

“Just admiring the sight. How fucking drenched you are. How pink you are. How you stretch around me when I do this—”

“Ooohhh.” The sound is drawn out as he takes his own sweet time pushing his way into me, inch by glorious inch, until I’m so full I can’t take any more.

He feels incredible. It’s so goddamn addictive that I want to push back on him and stay where I am all at the same time. I know from experience that both are damn incredible.

“You ready for me to make you feel even better, baby?”

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” I murmur where my face is pressed into the pillow.

“It is. Let me show you.” Lachlan begins to move. It’s slow at first, the crest of his head hitting every place it needs to hit to have my nerves singing and my body soaring.

It’s a sensual build. His hands on my hips. His quiet praise. “There’s my girl.” A grind against my ass. “Take it all for me.” He pulls out so that his cock just pops out. “You want more of that?” Before a slow, taunting press back in. “Nothing has ever felt this good before.”

“Lach. Faster.”

His chuckle is strained as he adjusts his grip on me. “No. Death by orgasm sounds good about now. I love the way your arse looks like this. The way your thighs are dripping with what I do to you. The way you look over your shoulder to watch me fuck you.” He hums. “No. I’m nowhere near done yet.”

His words are a seduction all in themselves. And much like how he took care of me tonight with the masseuse, he’s taking care of me now. Building me up. Making this last. Letting my body absorb the pleasure he builds. Motion by motion.

When I start to tighten around him, he pauses. He lets the pressure ebb some. Lets that coil unwind a bit. And then he starts the slow torturous ascent all over again.

I whimper from the pleasure. From the need coursing through me. From the bliss he’s painstakingly—and at his own expense—created layer by layer.

“I can’t—please. I just . . .”

He bends forward so that his cock hits unheard-of depths in me and then laces an open-mouthed kiss between my shoulder blades. “Come for me, Blair. Tighten that pussy around me. Let me feel what I do for you. I’m going to keep fucking you nice and slow like this. My balls are soaked, and my cock is so fucking hard for you. Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me? How you make me feel?” I push back on him, needing just one more slide of his cock before I—