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I could listen to her do that all day long. It hadn’t taken me a lot of experimentation to discover that she liked pressure. Lots of pressure. And her clit was almost overly sensitive because she jerked if I touched it straight on. So, I found the edges of her nerves to give her pressure.
Beginning an up and down motion with my fingers, I buried myself deeper inside of her. She clenched around me, and almost like her body took over for us both, she pulled me all the way inside her pussy. I let out a guttural sound of satisfaction, and I pumped my hips against her soft ass.
Her hands grasped the sheets again. Another sign I had her close.
Still working her smoothly and evenly with my fingers, I pulled out and pushed back in.Fuckshe felt good. So, so good. Nothing on God’s green Earth felt this euphoric. Nothing would ever compare again, I was sure of it.
“Lachlan, please,” she panted.
I grinned wickedly. “Please, what? Use your words, Laurel.”
“Just fuck me, please.”
Well, she did ask. I picked up the tempo, both with my thrusts and with my fingers, but I felt my control slipping. Each retreat and plunge of my dick inside of her drew gasping moans from her chest, and she pulled her fists up to her head, eyes closed tightly.
I felt my balls tighten and pressure gripped my cock in a familiar pattern.Come on, Laurel, I thought. I’d been driven to the edge so many times just from eating her out and then playing out her fantasies, it was the eighth wonder of the world I hadn’t come yet. But I wasn’t going to be the one to let her down—not when she’d never been properly lifted up in the first place.
She was close, I could hear it in her voice and feel it in the way she clenched around me as I sawed in and out of her.
Laurel shook her head.Ah, there it is, I thought.A nine, if our game was any indication.I pumped faster and applied pressure to the top of her clit. “Yes, you can,” I said sternly.
Her body trembled and then broke. Her orgasm squeezed around my dick with the most satisfying ripple. I gave in, letting my orgasm rip through me with excruciating pleasure. I held her tight, letting my release thrum and pulse in waves of undeniable bliss.
Panting, I let my forehead fall to her shoulder as my muscles went slack with relief. I kept my weight on my elbows on either side of her, but I desperately wanted to just dissolve into a puddle of goo.
The bedroom had gone silent suddenly, filled only with the sound of our labored breathing. With my forehead against her skin, I knew for a fact her fever had returned. Guilt washed over me.She’s supposed to be resting. And you put her through a full workout, you dick, I thought acerbically.
I tightened my arms around her and kissed her temple. “You okay?” I asked. She nodded, body slack and sweating.
I cupped her jaw loosely and tilted her face up to mine. “You sure?” I had neglected to give her a safe word before swatting her ass. It was light bedroom play, but I had let my arousal take over a good portion of my brain cells.
She smiled drowsily and nipped at one of my fingers. “So good. So, so good.”
I laughed softly, kissed her nose, and gently disentangled our bodies. After getting rid of the condom, I pulled her onto my lap and held her, marveling at howrightshe felt there. “You looked like you had died, so I was just making sure.”
“I might be dead,” she admitted. She nuzzled her head under my chin, and she might as well have burrowed into my soul.
“Hm,” I hummed, closing my eyes and letting myself memorize the feel of her soft curves under my palms.
“I need to ask you a serious question,” she said with her cheek still resting against my chest.
“Mhm?” I asked, still drunk on the best sex of my life.
“Do you do that on purpose?”
“What?” I rasped, rubbing my cheek against the top of her head.
“That humming thing. Do you do that on purpose? Like some kind of mating call to all the single ladies?”
I snorted and pinched her waist. She gave a small “eep,” and tried to sit up. I didn’t let her.
“No, Laurel, I am not putting out ‘mating calls’ to the single women of Montpelier.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” she muttered.
“But, I mean, if that’s what drew you into my bed, then remind me to keep doing it,” I teased.
“Yes, thank you.” She traced little circles along my bicep with her forefinger. “You’re really beautiful, you know,” she admitted.
