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With her hands clamped on my shoulders, Erica levers her body up to rake her tongue over my chest.
"Bloody hell, woman." I grind my hips into her, forcing myslateven deeper.
"More," she pleads. "Do it, Lachlan. Now."
I pull out until the only head of my erection nudges her opening. Then I rub it back and forth until she's writhing and beating her fists on the mattress. I penetrate her only an inch or two before I pull out, then I glide in further, pull out, lunge inside again, over and over. Every thrust is more powerful, more intense, as I sink in as far as I can, and even further than seems possible. She flails her head, her hair whipping around her face while sweat glues strands to her skin.
"Breathe," I command, afraid she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
She draws in one breath and then another, blinking slowly.
I sit back on my heels and grasp her hips, lifting them off the mattress while I gaze down at her body with something akin to wonder. "So beautiful. An angel couldnae be as perfect."
She still looks dazed, but it seems more like rapture than an aneurysm.
"I'll be taking you slow, my sweet Erica," I say. "Need to savor ye for as long as humanly possible."
Widening my stance, I shift side to side until my knees are spread and my cock is aligned with her entrance. I keep my hands clamped on her hips, unable to look away from her lust-darkened gaze.
She is the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on.
Pushing away my barmy romantic thoughts, I sink inside her inch by inch until I can't go in any deeper, groaning from the sensation of her hot, slick flesh molding to myslat. She claws at my shoulders, crying out in wordless pleas for more. I grit my teeth, so focused on holding still that I can't breathe. Why am I doing this? I need to make this last forever, and torturing her with my cock feels too good to stop.
She rears up into me. "Fuck me, you bastard!"
Laughter blasts out of me. "All right, lass. No need for insults."
My arms quiver. Sweat sheaths my entire body.
She grips my arms with both hands and clenches her inner muscles around me. "Hurry up."
I splutter. "Erica, I cannae—" My eyes go wide when she tightens those muscles again. "Ah!"
The woman has driven me mad, for certain. I pound into her without a thought for how hard I'm taking her, my control shattered by what she just did to me. Erica shuts her eyes, her expression one of sheer bliss, and she shouts my name, scratches my back, bucks her hips to meet my thrusts. I plow into her, my mouth wide open, my breaths sharp and quick.
She comes so hard and so fast that she screams and thrashes while her body clenches me. I can't stop myself from tumbling over that cliff with her. A bolt of white-hot pleasure slams down my spine straight into my cock while rapid-fire spasms fire through myslat. I punch into her, shouting her name because no climax has ever felt this good before, then I grit my teeth, my lips peeling back, and let out a hoarse shout as I pound into her twice more until I'm spent and gasping for breath. I gaze into her eyes as a strange sensation tingles over my skin and penetrates deep inside me. This can't be…euphoria. Can it?
My heart is pounding so hard I almost feel light-headed. Must be lack of oxygen since I couldn't breathe for the last thirty seconds at least. Or is this still euphoria? No, what I felt wasn't…that.
I drop onto the bed beside Erica and pull her into my arms, cradling her to me while I wait for my pulse to slow and that strange sensation to fade away. The aroma of heather and vanilla still permeates the air beneath the scent of sweat and sex. The sheets lay crumpled and tangled around us.
She rests her chin on my damp chest. "I've never done anything like this before. Having sex with someone I just met."
"Neither have I."
"What?" Her head pops up, and she stares at me like I've spouted Gaelic phrases. "Are you serious?"
Does she have to sound dumbfounded? I twist my mouth into an irritated expression. "I understand why you'd think I'm some sort of Casanova, given the offer I made, but you've got me wrong."
She chews on the inside of her cheek for a few seconds. "So, you're not an inveterate seducer?"
Every muscle in my body relaxes, even more than a moment ago when I'd come inside her soft, willing body. I couldn't have been tensing up because I worried what she might say next. No, of course not.
To cover up whatever I experienced a second ago, I slide my lips into a lazy smile as I tug the sheet over us. "I've never been called an inveterate anything, much less a seducer."
"How many—" Erica averts her gaze to my chest, her lips clamped between her teeth. "Sorry, I was about to ask something impertinent and personal."
Every time she reminds me of our arrangement, the one I crafted, I feel pressure bearing down on my chest. Maybe I have been overly strict when it comes to the topic of personal questions. In light of her anxieties, which I don't understand, maybe I should loosen my restrictions a wee bit.
