Page 100 of All Too Well
She followed us, did things she definitely shouldn’t, and we’d get punished after we were caught.
Then we got older, and I went off to college. When I came back, she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was stunning, and I did everything I could to shut my feelings down, but I couldn’t.
And once again I’m unable to resist her.
“I want to make love to you in these falls, Ainsley. I want to strip you down and take you while the water rushes around us. I’m going to show you magic in every way.”
Ainsley and I move toward each other at the same time, my hand cupping her cheek and hers grabbing onto my shoulder. Our lips touch, and she moans when our tongues slide together. I kiss her deeper, holding her tighter, wanting to make good on that promise.
She pulls at my shirt, lifting it over my head, and I do the same.
“Lachlan.” She breathes my name when I kiss down her neck.
“Lie down,” I command.
Ainsley does and I slide her shorts off, ever grateful the woman doesn’t believein underwear.
“Look at you, naked in the moonlight.” She’s a goddamn nymph lying here, open to me and the sky.
She moves to cover herself, but I grab her wrist. “Don’t. I want to look at you.”
Her eyes dart around the clearing. “We’re sort of in public.”
I shake my head. “No one is coming. I would never let anyone see you like this. This is for me only. You laid out like a meal, ready for me, wanting me.”
Ainsley sighs, her head looking to the water. “I want to swim with you.”
“Not yet.”
She looks to me. “Why?”
I push her legs apart and kiss the inside of her knees. “Because first I want to lick your cunt until I drown in you.”
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Yeah, umm, I’m going to die right here.
He seriously just said that.
Yup. He did.
My fingertips grip the blanket, pretty sure I’m going to orgasm just from that. At least I think that could be until I feel his tongue on my clit.
The one thing about Lachlan I’ve learned is that he’s not much for preamble. Not that he isn’t all about the foreplay, or maybe it was that the other guy just didn’t know what he was doing. Either way, Lachlan is able to immediately find exactly what I need.
His tongue pushes in circles, harder and then lighter, the pressure making it impossible to think about anything else.
All I feel is him.
All I know is that I want this—him—far more than I should.
Lachlan is the dream and I never want to wake up.
“More,” I pant, growing so close to my orgasm.
The wind blows softly, and between that and the heat of his mouth, I swear I’m barely holding on.
