Page 11 of No Limits

“Faster, Loch.”

A smile spreads across his face like it always does when I tell him what I want. We went through so much time where I was completely non communicative in the bedroom, to now, when I at least let him know my needs and wants.

He obliges me and strokes faster and harder, his thumb pressing against my clit as he dips his head and kisses along my shoulder, nipping at my collarbone.

I writhe beneath him, his body trapping me so I can barely wriggle in pleasure.

As my fingers flutter against his skin, he stops, which elicits a whine.

“What are you—” But I’m stopped from my question when he lowers himself and licks straight up my pussy. “Oh, fuck.”

His arms wrap around my thighs, and he pulls me closer, holding me so tightly I can barely move.

My legs hook over his shoulders, my ankles locking behind his head as my fingers dive into his hair. It’s a little longer than he usually keeps it, and it gives me a nice amount to grab and tug at.

Everything tingles as he licks and lavishes me with his tongue. Moans erupt from my mouth at an increasing frequency.

And then he slips his fingers back inside me and it’s all over. My hands yank at his hair while my back arches off the bed and I come, hard, on his tongue.

He removes his fingers, giving a few more swipes of his tongue, before kissing along my inner thighs.

As he’s about to line himself up, I stop him. “Wait. I want to return the favor.”

“Oh, really?” A lopsided smirk crosses his face, but he slides to his back, putting his hands behind his head. “If you insist.”

I move myself so I’m between his legs and give the head of his cock a swirl with my tongue before sliding it down his length. On my way back up, I slip my parted lips over his length, and then take him in my mouth, as far as I can.

“Oh, fuck, Shay.” The grit in his voice is what drives me. The flutter on his fingers that have now moved to my shoulder. The way his hand twists into my hair. It all keeps me going.

There’s zero doubt that Lochlyn is the love of my life, and I don’t understand how at one point I was scared to do this. Making him happy, making him feel good, is my sole purpose in life. And while I know he’s content without it, I like returning the favor.

I keep my suction while I bob up and down, but as his hand tightens on my shoulder, as his hand twists further into my hair, I know he’s getting close, and I stop.

In one smooth motion, I throw my leg over his hips and lower myself onto him.

“Oh, you’re in charge today?” His hands wrap around my hips as he asks.

“For now.” Once he’s all the way inside me, my palms plant on his chest, and I take a minute to breathe.

But he doesn’t give me long before he’s tipping his hips up. It doesn’t matter, because I need the friction. I need to feel him, just as desperately.

I move myself forward and backward on his lap, using my hands to press against his chest to give myself leverage to add a rise and fall to my movements.

Just as I’m getting worked up, ready to come, my breaths heavy and fast with little whines thrown in, he hooks his leg over mine, supporting my head and flipping us so I’m flat on my back.

I’m about to complain, but he doesn’t skip a beat, thrusting into me hard and fast.

“Sorry, baby girl. But I have to make you come.” With the slightest adjustment, he slides along the upper side of me, and it lights every single nerve ending inside me.

My head tips back with a deep moan, and my nails dig into his shoulders as I scream out.

Three more hard thrusts and Lochlyn’s breath hitches as he pulsates inside me. He drops his forehead to mine, his nose running along my own, and he brushes our lips together.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” The words still make my heart soar, because it wasn’t so long ago that I thought I’d never have him. Even closer to now when I thought I’d lost him forever. But here we are, years later, and deliriously happy as we slowly plan our wedding.

Everything feels perfect and still, the way it used to before work took over.

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