Stepping up behind her, I pressed against her arse and moved the string of her thong to the side. Stroking my cock a few times, I slid it between her legs, letting her feel how hard I was for her.
Her gasp turned into a moan as she rocked against me, coating my cock in her juices.
I sucked in a breath, trying not to show how fucking insane she was making me.
“Patience, princess,” I managed in a hoarse whisper.
“I had plenty of patience all fucking night. Now get inside me.”
I chuckled, but the second I pushed into her, it turned into a groan. She was fucking tight and wet. Perfect.
Six years ago, she ruined me for all other women. Maybe she enchanted me. I could almost believe she was a good witch if we went by how good my cock felt.
“Watch us in the mirror, Lacey. I want to see when you come.”
Her eyes were glassy with passion and lust, yet she held my gaze as I pumped into her.
“God. I love you ... r cock.”
“I never stopped loving you and your tight little pussy,” I said.
Lacey bit her lip, but her gaze held. I wasn’t going to shy away from how I felt about her.
“Harder, please.” Her eyes were pleading, like she wanted me to fuck the words away so we could chalk our feelings up to the act of sex and not that we were picking up from where we left off.
My body wanted to go harder and faster too. Now I’d said it properly, I needed to show her. Needed to mark her. Needed her to know she was mine. But she had to come first because I needed her to know I wasn’t a selfish arsehole. When we’d been younger there were times I hadn’t been able to hold off. That was rarely a problem now. When I’d been with other women, the least I could do if I was fantasising about Lacey was show them a good time and be a considerate fuck.
Lacey matched me thrust for thrust, and my balls tightened. I thought of my gran sitting on her dirty old chair, chain-smoking. It usually was enough to hold off my orgasm.
As I ran my hand around Lacey’s hip and between her legs to stroke her clit, she moaned my name. I moved my hand back to hold her by the hips and thrust even faster.
She tightened her pussy muscles, and I ground my teeth together. Her eyes glinted with mischief before her jaw slackened and she drew in a deep breath.
“Oh God!” she moaned. Her sweet pussy pulsed around me as I continued to thrust.
It was like a match lighting an invisible touch paper linked to my own orgasm. My body gave me little warning. The noise emitting from my throat was half growl, half a shout of her name as I erupted into her.
I slipped my cock out of her and painted her arse with the last couple of spurts of cum, marking her as mine.
As I still held her gaze, trying to catch my breath, I smeared the white liquid over her soft, pale flesh. Hands covered, I leaned over her and cupped her breasts.
“Do you mean to cover me in your cum?” she asked, smiling in the mirror. “It’s messy and sticky.”
“Just staking my claim.”
“Really? And what if I want to be fuck-buddies?”
I considered how to answer her. “Then I’m claiming you exclusively as my fuck buddy.”
“Exclusive, huh?” She turned around in my arms and started to remove my bow tie, avoiding my gaze.
“Well, I can sleep with other women if you want.”
Her gaze flicked up to mine and genuine horror filled it at the mere thought, but she covered it and shrugged. “Do what the hell you like.”
She tried to move out of my arms, but I held her firmly.
“You know fine that’s not what I want. I wouldn’t have spent six years not getting over you only to fuck it up by sleeping with another woman who can’t hold a candle to you.”
She started unbuttoning my shirt, a satisfied smile tilting one corner of her mouth. As she ran her fingers over my chest and then down to my abs, I sucked in a breath.
I tugged off my shirt, then manoeuvred us both over to the bed. Kneeling, I removed my shoes and the long woollen kilt socks, placing the sgian dhu knife on the bedside table.
Eye level to her pussy, I slid her thong down her legs and helped her step out of it.
I lifted her leg and placed a delicate kiss on the top of her foot. She wriggled her toes, causing the grey nail varnish to glint in the light.
I wanted to possess her all. From her toes to the top of her head. Heart and soul. She was not getting rid of me a second time.
As I nuzzled my way up her leg, my need for her intensified and my caveman-like tendency returned.
A split second before I pushed my tongue into her wet folds, the word forced itself out of my throat. “Mine!”
Lacey was, had been, and always would be mine.
Chapter 20
Lacey
WHEN HE GRUNTED “mine” a second before he burrowed his tongue into my pussy and circled my clit, my emotions split in two. One part of me melted. I wanted to belong to Rory Thompson. He was all I had ever wanted, even when I hated the air he breathed. The other part of me knew my parents hated him and told me I was no man’s woman. I was me—an independent, successful professional. However, he was mine as much as I was his. I could be independent and be his. It was my parents who were the real stumbling block.
Oh God, what is he doing?
I dropped onto the bed, legs splayed, as he devoured my pussy. I ran my hands through his hair and lifted my hips, urging him on. As he pushed two fingers into me easily, I sat up. “Rory, your cum ...”
“What about it?”
“You came inside me without a condom.”
He frowned. “You said you’re on the pill.”
“I am, but you’re licking it.”
“You swallow it, Lace. Besides, mixed with the taste of you, it’s not bad.” He dropped his gaze back to my pussy. “Now, where was I?”
I pulled my hips away from Rory and he pursed his lips.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Lie on the bed.”
“On my back?”
“Yeah.”
He shrugged and obeyed. I gestured for him to move down the bed a little, then grabbed the pillows and chucked them on the floor. He raised an eyebrow.
Turning in the opposite direction to the one he was facing, I straddled his face and looked down the length of my body. The white of his teeth stood out as he grinned.
As I took his cock in hand, Rory tugged on my hips. I lowered onto his mouth and sucked the salty crown of his cock into mine. We moaned in unison, and the vibration of his mouth over my aching flesh made me moan louder around his cock.
Rory devoured my pussy. When he moved one thumb up to the opening of my arse, I tensed. No one except Rory had even touched there. I’d never trusted anyone else enough to indulge in anal play with them.
Rory removed the digit immediately. “Sorry.”
I pulled my head away from his cock and looked down the side of my body at him. He stopped what he was doing, concern mixed with dismay written all over his features.
“It’s fine. Do it again. You just took me by surprise.” I held his gaze and nodded. His features started to relax.
“Please, Ro.” I hadn’t shortened his name since we’d got back together, and I’d only ever done it in bed. “You’re the only guy I’ve let in there. It feels good.”