Page 80 of All Too Well
“Oh God!” I arch my back and contract around him.
He does it again, pushing even deeper.
“Lach!” I call out, knowing I’m going to fall apart.
I’m not going to hold out much longer. I try because, God, it feels so good. Everything is perfect. He’s perfect. I never want this to end, but my body is on that precipice, and it’s going over the edge without any ability to stop it.
My fingers grip the sheets, tightening as every muscle clenches. The delicious pain is a prelude to the pleasure that I know is coming.
Lachlan’s teeth just barely pinch my clit, and I detonate.
Warmth flows through my veins, searing me with an unimaginable euphoria far beyond what I’ve done for myself—and worlds beyond what the one guy I was with did for me.
I lie here, panting, struggling to get my mind to work, and he kisses his way up my body.
“Part one of the fantasy done,” he says against my ear.
“I like this fantasy,” I manage to say between breaths.
“Me too.”
I roll onto my side, pressing my hand to his chest. “I have dreams too—about you.”
My dreams aren’t just of a sexual nature, but I lock those deep in the vault. No way am I going to spill my stupid ideas of marriage, of us raising Rose, and of us living in marital bliss.Lachlan doesn’t think there’s such a thing, and I really don’t want to screw up tonight.
The tip of his finger slides up my arm, over my shoulders, and then back down. “I’m really hoping they’re dirty.”
“Oh, they are. Very dirty.”
He grins. “Who would’ve imagined that under your poised exterior lies a very dirty girl.”
“What is it they say? It’s always the quiet ones.”
Lachlan lets out a laugh and then rolls me so I’m on top of him. I lean up, straddling him, hating the damn fabric between us.
“This is one of my dreams. You under me while I ride you,” I confess.
“Mine too.”
“Seems your imagination has been very busy.”
Lachlan palms my breast. “You don’t even know the half of it. Take my pants off, Ainsley.”
I shift so that I can do as he asks, kissing my way down his perfect body as I do. I don’t actually need to get off the bed, but I do, pulling his pants with me.
His cock springs free, and those dreams I had ... yeah, didn’t do it justice.
I’ve been with only one man. It was my junior year of college, and I was starting to panic that I was still a virgin, so I dated one of the frat guys.
Big—or I should saylittle—mistake.
It was terrible.
Absolutely awful.
We didn’t have any chemistry. It was literally just to get it over with, and while he tried—he failed.
Thankfully I knew what an orgasm felt like beforehand so I could fake it after twenty minutes of him attempting to get me off.
