Page 120 of All Too Well
“I’m going to take you hard, Ainsley. Do you want that?”
I nod. Do I ever.
He turns me around, hands moving to my breasts before sliding down my stomach. Then he slips into my pants, just barely touching my clit. His lips are at my ear, words barely a breath. “Good. But you need to stay very quiet. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“If you make too much noise, someone could come in here, and I don’t think you want that, do you, baby?”
“No.”
Lachlan pulls my pants down, and then I feel his warm chest against my back. “Spread your legs for me, Ainsley. Put your hands on the wall.”
I do as he says, and he kisses down my spine, and then bites the globes of my ass. I squeak and he shoves a finger into me so hard I gasp. “Stay quiet.”
Right. Quiet.
“You’re so wet already. How long have you thought about me between your legs?”
My head falls back. “Always.”
“I think about being here, licking your sweet cunt, tasting you as you fall apart against my tongue. I love the taste of you. So sweet. So perfect.”
“Lachlan,” I whisper.
“Let’s see if you’re sweeter after all those strawberries.”
I close my eyes, trying not to make a fool of myself. Lachlan is the only man who has ever done this to me. I was always so embarrassed, and the guy before him wasn’t really into it. Which was fine. However, now that I know what I was missing, I will never be the same.
Lachlan knows exactly what to do and is very, very into it.
His tongue swipes over my clit, and I arch my back. The pleasure running through every vein in my body.
“Even sweeter,” he says, and then his tongue is there again. “You’re like honey and berries. I might stay here all night.”
Lachlan licks, alternating the pressure, driving me insane. He moves in circles, then flicks, and then sucks as the climb to my orgasm moves faster than ever before. He alternates again, leaving my head swimming. My legs start to shake and there’s a sheen of sweat forming on my face. My muscles contract as I try to stay upright.
“So close. So close. Oh God,” I pant, gasping for air.
He does it again, increasing the pressure on my clit andinserting a finger deep into my core. I can’t stay upright. My legs give out as the orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave of pleasure drags me out to sea.
Lachlan pulls me into his arms, keeping me from shattering, and then he lays me on my bed.
When I catch my breath, Lachlan is on his knees, pulling his pants down. I watch as his cock springs free, and he grins at me.
His body is so freaking perfect. I know he wants to take me hard, but I want to make him feel good too.
“I want to touch you,” I tell him.
Lachlan grins and lies beside me, putting both hands behind his head. “I’m yours to do what you want with.”
“Yes,” I say with a smirk. “You are.”
My mouth traces a line down his shoulder, then his arms. I kiss my way back up and over his chest, where there’s a scar from when he was twelve. Lachlan fell off his bike and hit a branch. It was so traumatic because his mother was beside herself, and I was so afraid.
There was so much blood. “I was so afraid you were going to die.”
“I was pretty scared too,” he confesses.
