I watch eagerly, holding my breath as he slides the sheath on, loving the ease in which he handles himself. His pants fall to his ankles and he positions his tip against my wetness, hesitating, teasing. He grins at me, biting his lip, sly eyes appraising me, as he rubs his engorged head up and down over my swollen skin.
“Stop being a fucking tease,” I whimper, my hands going around the hard lines of his waist, grabbing onto his ass. God, it’s just how I thought it would feel—firm, hard, round, and filled with power waiting to be unleased. I press my palms against his skin and pull him toward me, his cheeks bunched beneath my hands.
My world opens.
With a hiss, he pushes his cock into me with one sharp, searing movement. If I wasn’t so fucking wet, there is no way I’d be able to accommodate him, and even now I feel so deliciously full, I might burst.
“Oh love,” he says with a raspy groan. “Fuck.”
I can only gasp, feeling my toes curl as he slides in further.
It’s better than I imagined.
It’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
With each thrust, his cock drawing in and out, I move backward across the counter. He puts his palm behind my head, firmly holding me in place, allowing him to go deeper and deeper and deeper.
My mind is shattering, I am shattering, the sensation of having him so joined to me, so thick and thorough and all-encompassing, takes over my every thought. I am just feeling and raw, desperate with need. And I want more. So much more.
I’m a greedy, greedy girl.
I grab hold of his biceps, hard as concrete slabs, as he works me in and out. I hold him, still in awe, desperate to hold him close to me. This man, this beast, for now is all mine, and I’m going to have to work hard to be worthy of this.
His mouth joins with mine, moving together in deep, searing kisses in a rhythm that his body matches as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside. Every nerve in my body is being pulled inward, swirling into a hard knot, live wires needing the slightest hair trigger to set me free. Each deep shove of his body threatens to undo me.
I run my fingers down his forearms, feeling the ropey muscles as he holds me in place, then I brush my hands back up to his biceps, to the round slabs of his shoulders, down his bare chest, his rippling abs, teasing over the rough hair that leads down to his shaft. I grip him there at the base, wet with my own desire, and he growls unapologetically with wild lust.
I want to make him make those noises until the end of time. Bringing him to his knees once won’t be enough for me.
With one hand, he reaches down and takes my hand off of him and rubs my fingers up and down over my clit. I’m so sensitive, so ready, I whimper, knowing I can’t hold back anymore.
“You said you wanted to come around me,” he whispers throatily into my ear. “You’re going to right now. And I want your neighbors to hear.”
What he just said is so hot that I don’t bother telling him that the neighbors have learned to block out my noises by now.
His hand rubs my fingers faster, harder, into myself, and he pulls his head back to watch me as both our hands stroke myself to the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it,” he says, his eyes so dark now, his stare deep and measuring, determined to get inside me, determined to get me off. “Kayla.” My name sounds like pure heat. “Come for me.”
I can’t hold myself back. I let go.
Freefall.
It spreads slowly at first, like lighting a fuse, the spark traveling from my core and out through every nerve in my body. Then I implode with a jolt that makes me scream. I’ve cried out, yelled, moaned, and cursed, but I’ve never screamed during sex, yet here I am, violence ripping out of me with nowhere else to go.
And it’s not over. I’m a rocket blasting off, just shuddering, shaking, quaking in a rolling boil of fire. I can’t control my body or my thoughts—I’m just flying through the air, exploding in a wave of stars. My heart fills to the brim then floods over with emotion that nearly brings tears to my eyes.
I have been obliterated. He’s completely ruined me, and I’m already dying to have it again and again and again.
“Holy fuck,” I cry against him, my head buried into his sweaty neck, holding his hard body against me, as if I would sink into further oblivion if I didn’t. “Oh god. Lachlan.”
He gives me one of his monosyllabic grunts and pulls his head back, grinning down at me. The lust hasn’t left his eyes, and I realize he hasn’t come yet.
“That was the appetizer, love,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my gasping mouth. “I’ll go all night.”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “I need a breather,” I tell him, my hands curling around his neck while I rest my forehead against his scruffy chin. “Have mercy on me.”
“Oh, I see,” he says lightly. “You can walk the walk but you can’t talk the talk.”
I raise my head and look him in those gorgeous eyes. “I’m still pulsing around you,” I tell him frankly, my breath coming under control.
“I know,” he says. “It’s only making me harder.” He puts his hand at my mouth, runs a finger over my lip. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He pulls himself out of me, kicks off his shoes and his pants, then grips my hips and lifts me up. “Come here,” he says, now stark-ass naked. He carries me across the kitchen to the living room where he places me on my back lengthwise.
He climbs on top of me, his hard, ginormous thighs on either side of my hips, his cock jutting out. I stare at him, wide-eyed, for a beautiful moment as I drink all of him in. I want to lick every single tattoo on his torso, slide my lips over every sculpted ridge. There is something spellbinding, and it’s not only just the sight of him, finally naked and in front of me, but the way his eyes are pinning me down, filled with thoughts and desires I wish I could see.
I expect him to push himself inside me next, but he leans over, bracing his elbows on either of my shoulders. He smiles down at me and I’m unnerved at how gentle it is. It softens everything about him. Lines crinkle at the corners of his eyes, and his brow smooths out. He’s less of a raging beast but still just as beautiful.
He runs his fingers over my nose, down the hills of my lips, looking at me like he’s seeing me, and it’s so strangely intimate, considering our non-relationship so far, that I want to look away and break the gaze.
Thankfully, he breaks it for me. He licks along the rim of my ear, the sensation causing my skin to prickle. “I want to taste every corner of your body,” he murmurs. “Is that all right?”
I swallow hard. “Do you even have to ask?”
“Normally I wouldn’t,” he says, licking down my neck, causing my back to arch. “But since you needed a breather…”
I put my hand in his hair and make a fist, tugging on his soft strands. “Just fucking eat me already.”
He chuckles. “There’s my girl.”
My girl. His words fist punch me right in the heart.
Dear god.
He continues to bring his lips and tongue down the length of my body, caressing my collarbone, my breasts, sucking hard at my nipples until I’m dizzy, nearly mad with sensation. My fingers dig into the taut muscles of his back, turning into desperate clawing as he continues to move downward.
My stomach shivers under his tongue, and my hips jerk under the tickle of his stubble, the sweep of his soft lips.
Finally his head settles between my legs and I part them wider for him, thirsty with dire anticipation. Naturally, he takes his time. He parts me open, slowly letting the rough pad of his fingertip brush over my sensitive flesh.
I’m already gasping, unable to keep quiet, to contain myself.
Then his tongue snakes out, sliding along my clit and setting off more fireworks that flame the fire inside me. My breath shakes, unstable, my fingers clawing at the sheets. My hips lift up, wanting more of him.