I tried to push his head up, but he opened his eyes and his gaze locked on mine as he shook his head.
"I don't… I don't know if I can."
But apparently I could, because he flicked his tongue over my clit, and that sent another wave of pleasure through me.
This time, my legs did lock around his head. My hips lifted, and I screamed. Lachlan released me then with a shit-eating grin on his face as I was panting like I’d just run a goddamn marathon.
I didn't know what to say or do. All I could do was lay there because every muscle in my body was limp, exhausted, wrung out.
Lock smiled down at me and pressed a solitary kiss on my clit. Gently. "That's my girl. You did so good. I'm going to give you a minute to recuperate, and then we're going in for another round."
That forced my eyes open. "What?"
"Oh, you didn't think we were done, did you?"
"Wow."
"Hopefully that's a good thing."
He was serious too. With his jeans hanging unbuttoned and low on his hips, he bent down and picked me up easily as if I weighed nothing. He carried me through the living area then upstairs, and I could only presume it was leading to the loft. "You're taking me to your dungeon?"
"Yes, my red room of pain."
I must have frowned a little, because he laughed. "I'm teasing. I'm taking you to my bed. I think you'll be more comfortable."
I nodded. "Yeah, comfortable. That's the word."
He laughed, brushing my lips with his. "Do you have any idea how good you kiss? I don't think I'll ever get enough."
I clenched just thinking about him with his mouth on me. Where in the world did I find him?
Once he laid me in his bed, he did strip out of his jeans. His boxer briefs clung to his rigid erection. He palmed himself but still didn't take his boxers off. He climbed on the bed next to me. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. But, um, the two orgasms didn't include one for you."
"Oh, only two? I can do better."
I laughed at that. "Oh my God. Men like you exist? It's not even fair."
"Yes, men like me exist. Now move over. I want to hold you."
And that's all he did. He slid into bed, tucking me close and angling his hips away from me.
Frustrated, I frowned and tried to sit up. "Will you let me touch you?"
He shook his head, tried to pull me closer, and kissed my forehead. "Because you're small and you barely took my fingers, I’m going to need all my control.”
When my hand wrapped around his stiffness, he groaned low. "Oh my God. Fuck, Saff…"
"So big,” I moaned.
"Oh God, your hand feels so good."
I squeezed more. Curious now, I shifted my position so I was kneeling next to him on the bed. And then I hooked my fingers in the elastic and tugged down.
"Fucking hell, Saff."
"Yes, Lachlan?"
"You don't…"
I turned my full attention on the thick erection in front of me.
I didn't venture to think how big he was. All I knew was that I had never been with anyone this big. Jesus. That was going to be a hell of a tight fit. But instead of a frisson of fear or trepidation, my pussy clenched in anticipation.
But I wanted him. That was easy and clear for me to understand. I wanted him, so I was going to try.
When I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, his hips lifted ever so slightly off the bed.
"Lachlan..."
His response was strained. "Uh-huh?"
"I've never really done this before, so I need some help."
His eyes opened. "Oh God, you don't need to."
But I was already moving. I wrapped my lips around his tip, running my tongue around the underside of his dick as his hands went to my hair.
"Oh my God, Saff. I don't think I can take it."
I released him. "Am I doing something wrong?"
He shook his head vehemently. "No. You're not doing anything wrong. Don't stop. Oh, no wait. Actually stop. I'm not going to make it."
"Which is it?"
"I don't know. This is torture."
I frowned down at the thickness in front of me. "Is it actually torture?"
He laughed. "Oh my God. Where did I find you?"
"Tell me what to do."
"Oh God, yeah, just lower your head onto him slowly."
I did as instructed, using my hand at the base to keep him steady, wrapping my mouth around the mushroom-shaped tip, sliding down to the ridge. I used a little teeth and he hissed. "Oh my God. Fuck me."
His hips shoved up, and I got more than I'd expected. I moaned in surprise, but still took the additional inches.
He coughed. "Oh God, sorry. Wow."
And then I just started moving, using my hands as well as my mouth.
Every now and again he moaned with some instruction along the lines of, "Yes, use your hands. And tighter."
So I clamped my hand tighter around him or tightened my mouth around him. And then his hands went to my hair, keeping me in position. But then he quickly released me, pulling me away from my new toy.
"Fuck. Stop, stop, stop, stop."
I immediately released him. "Did I do something?"
"Yes, you gave me the best fucking novice blowjob of my life, and I am so close to coming, but I want to be inside you."
I absently stroked him. "Um, yeah, let's try it."
He eyed me dubiously. "We don't have to. This? This has been more than enough. You are—"
"Lachlan," I met his gaze, "I want to try."
He reached into the nightstand for a condom. As I lay back on the bed, I watched him intently, my tongue still licking my bottom lip. "Jesus Christ, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to come before I’m inside you.”
“What?”
“You’re beautiful. I’m keeping you."
And a part of me wished he could. When I didn't answer, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he lay between my legs. "I'm going to kiss that sweet cunt of yours because I miss your taste."
In seconds, he had my breath hitching and me calling his name. I didn't think I'd be able to have more orgasms, but all it took was his expert mouth and it was as if my body was already tuned in, already marked by him, knew that call of his. I readied myself.
He notched himself at my slick entrance and nudged forward. Yup, he was big.
But I wasn't uncomfortable. It just felt… full. He leaned forward, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth, gently grazing it with his teeth. And as he suckled, making my back arch, he drove forward some more. He did a gentle pull back, a retreat that made me hiss. The friction was… exquisite.
My hips moved automatically. I wanted him. My hands scratched along his back trying to pull him deeper.
"Stop, love. I…” He gasped. “Need…” A groan escaped. “To go…” He cursed. “Slow.”
"I'm sorry. I just… I need more."
"Fuuuck." He drew back and then slid all the way home with a grunt.
That’s when I stopped breathing.
It didn't take long for him to start moving. Incrementally at first, then those short strokes became long ones. Lachlan pulled back, bracing his arm next to my hip, watching me. His other hand caressed my face, moving one braid of hair to try and tuck it behind my ear. "God and Jesus Christ, you feel so good. You are so tight. So soft. So fucking hot."