Page 36 of Off Limits

“I want to have sex with my girlfriend on her birthday.” As he walks back over, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor before hovering over me again. “And I’m going to,” he says against my neck. I love when Lochlyn takes control of the situation, knowing exactly what he wants, which is most of the time.

He has my clothes off in about three seconds, his pants coming off last. As he slides his fingers inside me, his lips are next to my ear. “Shh, baby, not too loud now.”

His face moves away from mine, kissing down my chest as he pulls my nipple into his mouth. His tongue and fingers working in tandem have me writhing underneath him, fighting hard to keep the noises at bay. I twist my fingers into his hair as one squeak escapes my throat.

Immediately, his hand is over my mouth as he moves faster. Changing the tempo and hooking his fingers, I start to buck against him. Unable to control the noises, he releases my nipple, replacing his fingers with his hardness as he slides into me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I arch, my chest meeting his.

“I’m going to leave my hand here for a few minutes, Shay,” he whispers, his breath in my ear making me shiver as I nod.

His hand remains in place as he moves inside me. Within minutes, my breathing increases and the pressure starts to build in my lower belly. Lochlyn’s eyes lock on mine as he starts moving faster. The sounds are sticking in my chest. Every push in hits a spot inside me that makes my eyes want to roll back in my head and screams to burst from my mouth.

Still being newer to sex, I’m a little nervous to talk much, not that I’m able to at this very moment. If I could, I’d tell Lochlyn how good it feels, how close I’m getting. I hope he knows anyway.

Though my head tips back in ecstasy, he's able to keep my mouth covered. At the same time, I tighten around him, my nails scratching down his back as his breath hitches, a tiny groan slipping from his lips.

Dropping his head to my shoulder, he slowly pulls his hand away. I turn my mouth to follow, causing his fingers to trace along my lips. He kisses from my collarbone up to my ear. “Happy birthday, Shay,” he whispers before rolling to his side.

Immediately, he’s pushing his arm under my neck and pulling me against him. I rest against his heaving chest, reaching to hold his shoulder. One of his hands twirls a curl while the other runs gently up and down my arm. It’s everything I’ve missed for two weeks, everything I wanted for my birthday.

“I still can’t believe you drove all the way down here just for me. It’s like four hours.”

“I’ve never missed your birthday, Shay. I especially wouldn’t this year.” I take a second to think back. He’s been at every celebration, big or small, for as long as I can remember. Even last year when I hadn’t done anything but wallow in sadness, with it being my first birthday without my dad. He’d always gone big for birthdays, starting with my favorite breakfast of banana chocolate chip pancakes.

I crane my neck to look at him. “You saidgirlfriendbefore. Am I your girlfriend?”

His brow furrows as he looks down at me. “Well, yeah, Shay. I try not to make a habit of falling in love with girls I’m not in a relationship with.” My already racing heart beats faster.

“You’re falling in love with me?” It comes out as barely a whisper.

“No, Shay, not falling. Fell. Hard and fast. I love you. I’m in love with you.” A warmth that starts in my chest slowly spreads through my entire body.

Best birthday present ever.

I push myself up to kiss him. “I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips.

Before I can lie back down, his hand is at the back of my head, twisting into my hair and pulling my mouth to his, tongue claiming mine. His other hand moves to cover my breast, palm sliding gently along my nipple, sending a twinge through my body, settling between my thighs. I feel him harden against me.

Without hesitating, I throw my leg over him, pushing myself up to sitting, lowering myself slowly on top of him as he holds himself in place for me. My head falls back, and his breath catches as I take all of him inside me.

His hands slide down to grip my hips as I start moving on top of him. Pressing his thumbs into my hipbones, he grinds me against him, forward and back.

I don’t know what I’m doing, running off intuition and what feels good. Which is all of it.

I alternate speeds, and momentum, changing from rising up and down to sliding my hips against his. When he tries to take over, I stop him, swatting his hands away. The smirk that crosses his face tells me he likes it.

My hips are starting to pinch, my thighs are getting tired, but the feeling is so amazing. The look on his face keeps me going. It’s pure desire, he’s completely lost in the experience, in me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, the tiniest taste of metallic crossing my tastebuds, and I’m sure I’m bleeding.

As I begin to shudder, I reach down, grasping for his hand, holding it against my mouth, a scream rising in my throat, as his fingers dig into my thigh, and he groans.

A few more small grinds against him and I stop moving. Slowly, I lower his hand from my mouth, dragging it down my chest and breathing heavily. It takes me a moment to gather myself, to regain the ability to think and move as I tremble on top of him.

Climbing off him, I lie on my side, my head against his chest. He wraps his arm around my waist, squeezing my waist. “That was fucking hot, Shay.”

I can’t help but smirk. I reach my arm across his body to trace along the words written on his ribs. The words I know by heart, the song being one of my favorites. I still can’t get over us together. After all those years of longing for him, and now he’s mine. And he loves me.

“I know I’m really going to regret this, but we need to get dressed before we go to sleep. I don’t want to run into a situation where we’re scrambling in the morning.”

I nod, avoiding pulling away from him. “I know.”

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