Page 79 of All Too Well
He shakes his head. “Not yet. I want to take everything off you myself, like unwrapping a present.”
I lean back on the bed, my arms behind me, holding my weight up. “Okay, then tell me more about this dream.”
“Once you were naked, I spent a lot of time exploring you, licking you, tasting you, and the sounds you made, sweetheart, when I sucked you ... I’m looking forward to seeing if I was remotely correct.”
I let out a soft moan at his words. “Was there a lot of talking in this dream?”
“Not on your side.”
“Why not?”
“Well.” He steps to me, hand moving to brush my hair back. “For one thing, you had my cock in your mouth, so it’s pretty hard to talk then. Secondly, you were screaming more than talking.”
“I like that,” I say with a grin.
“Lastly, when you’re panting, it’s hard to speak.”
I lean forward. “Right now, all I’m hearing is a lot of talking.”
“Then I should start getting to the doing.”
I’m totally on board with that. Lachlan doesn’t waste time, his hands roaming up my body until he reaches the straps of my bra. Slowly, he pulls them down, and our gazes connect. This is really happening, and my heart is pounding.
The cool air hits my chest and he looks down. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I’m not.”
My boobs are way too small. I’m like the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, but the way his eyes are drinking me in, I don’t feel anything but beautiful.
He lifts my head a bit to meet his gaze. “You’re perfect, Ainsley. You always have been.”
There’s a tightness in my chest that grows, spreading out like vines wrapping around my heart and squeezing.
Why does he do this? Why does he affect me so much? Why have I believed that I loved him with all my heart when that was a lie?
I’ve loved him with more than that.
Knowing that I will probably start crying, which will lead to clothes going on and me being packed up and sent to my room, I speak before that can happen. “Lachlan, your present is waiting to be opened.”
His smirk is full of mischief, and I see the boy I’ve known my whole life. “Lie back, sweetheart, I’m going to unwrap every layer of you.”
I do as I’m told, mostly so I can get out of my head, and he pulls my shorts off, leaving me naked.
“Commando?”
Now it’s my turn to feel smug. “I never wear underwear.”
“Noted. Don’t start now. I’d like easy access to fuck you anytime the opportunity arises.”
Yeah, these next few weeks are going to be amazing.
Before I can say anything more, his lips are on my calf, slowly moving up as he spreads my legs apart.
I try to keep still, but I start to tremble in anticipation. Histongue makes circles going up my thigh. Without preamble he’s lightly flicking my clit. I let out a soft moan, and my whole body is tight as a bow as he delves between my legs.
Lachlan doesn’t do anything in his life without a full commitment, and dear God, I didn’t know how much I’ve been missing out. He licks, sucks, and circles my clit, drawing pleasure from me I didn’t know was possible.
My fingers move to his hair, sliding my nails against his scalp. This seems to excite him, because the softness I had before is gone, and now he’s a man on a mission. He sucks harder, and then I feel his finger enter me.
