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“I’ve never been surer about something I wanted,” she said and grasped the back of his head, pulling him back to her, kissing him as if she’d been made to do so.
Lachlan kissed her harder, skimming her skin with his hands, kneading, touching, drawing out her sounds of pleasure, allowing his mouth to stray from hers. He licked and sucked and bit at her skin, excited as she mewled and writhed under him. He spent time kissing her breasts, enjoying the moans his attention elicited, including the way she held the back of his head to keep him there. While his tongue lavished attention on her nipples, his hands slid lower to the cleft between her legs, seeking the knot he knew would produce the most pleasure, excited by her wet heat, her readiness.
When he touched her, she tensed, sucking in a quick breath. “Oh. Yes.” She moaned his name.
His name, connected to her blissful sounds, spurred him forward. He dragged his mouth from feasting on her gorgeous breasts, down her belly, until he was settled between her thighs to taste her again. “I told you,” he said, looking at her sex, finding it as enticing as the woman, “I told you this wasn’t over.” When his tongue slid up her seam to her clit, she gasped, her fingers threading in his hair. She pulled his hair as she arched her back, her pelvis tipped, her hips seeking his mouth. “Lachlan,” she repeated. “Yes. Yes,” she chanted.
“I fucking love to hear my name in your mouth,” he said, inserting a finger.
As he pampered her with his tongue, she tightened around him, releasing his hair and reaching for the sheets, gasping and panting, rolling her hips against his tongue. He draped one of his arms across her hips to keep her where he wanted her. Her sounds grew louder. He loved it, wanted it. Her hips sought friction as her pleasure intensified, bucking against his face, the bud under his tongue more pronounced until suddenly she cried, “Oh gods,” her pussy tightening around his inserted fingers as she panted out, “I’m coming. Oh gods. Lachlan, help me. Please.”
“Let go, Tarley. I’m here,” he said against her skin. “I’m here,” he repeated, gentling his attentions, kissing instead of sucking.
She whimpered, her body riding the pleasure of her orgasm.
“Good?” he asked after her body melted and grew pliant under him. Lachlan kissed up her belly, drawing his skin across hers, loving the feeling of that friction, her softness juxtaposed with his rigidity.
She sighed. “You know it was.” She opened her eyes, met his gaze, and smiled, a true, unguarded smile.
It devastated him.
When he lined up with her body, settling into the cradle of her thighs, he held her face between his palms. “Tarley?”
“Yes?”
“Is this still what you want?” he asked, afraid she might change her mind.
She searched his face and nodded. “Yes. I want this… with you.”
“I don’t have any protection, to prevent pregnancy.”
“I have herbs for after. And then for both of us until we decide–” She stopped, as if the reality of what they were doing sunk in, and Lachlan’s heart expanded.When they decided to have children, he finished in his head.This was real. This was happening.
He leaned down and kissed her with all of him, not just his body.
“That’s a yes, then?”
“Yes.” She kissed him. “Yes.” Kiss. “Yes.” She grasped his ass and pressed.
Her permission made him whole.
He pushed into her, going slowly, restrained, though everything in him wanted to claim, to dominate—but he wanted her to enjoy it. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he panted the words.
“It doesn’t,” she gasped out as he pushed a little deeper. “It feels”—she sucked in a breath— “like”—another panted breath— “finding my way home.”
He slid a little deeper and moaned, both because she felt so good gripping his cock with her tight heat, but also because her words pulled his heart in deeper. “You feel so good,” he said. “Fuck, Tarley.” Still, he held back, sweat beading on his skin as he restrained himself.
“More,” she said, still holding his ass and testing movement with her hips. “Lachlan,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “Tilt your hips.” He reached down and grabbed her thighs, drawing one up and settling it on his hip.
She complied, allowing Lachlan the range to move a little deeper, and she gasped, nails biting his skin.
He smiled. “I never thought you’d do what I asked you to–”
She grinned, then gasped as he pushed all the way in, his hips flush against hers.
Lachlan froze, unwilling now to rush this, because stars. “You feel so fucking good, Tarley. Oh my–” Sweat dripped down his arms as he held himself still, seated inside her.
