Page 36 of No Limits

“I hate being away from you so much, Shay. I need you to know that.”

“It’s hard to remember sometimes, but I do.” Because I do believe him.

Without another word, Lochlyn pushes up. I think he’s going to leave, to walk away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rests his fists on either side of my lap and leans over me, connecting his mouth to mine.

Moving himself closer, he lowers me backward so my back hits the comforter. He drops to his forearms and his hips dip down.

The tip of his nose runs along mine, his forehead pressed to my own. My poor man is unraveling in front of me. And as much as I may not feel like being this close to him right now, to opening my heart up this much, he needs this, and it’s something I can give him.

So I take his face between my palms and brush my lips across his.

That’s when whatever restraint he was showing snaps like a twig. One hand wraps around my hip before starting the slow ascent up my shirt.

While my mind may not be in it, my body always responds. It’s like tiny pinpricks of pleasure anywhere he touches my skin, and the sensation crawls up my side as it follows his fingertips.

His tongue slides along the seam of my lips, and I open as it slips along my own in a sort of dance. When he cups my breast, little embers sizzle throughout my body.

With a quick reach behind his head, his shirt is off and across the room. My hands immediately slide up his chest, taking a detour to run along the lyrics on his side and bicep. He’s gotten a small one added here and there, all related to me, but his need to get more has lessened tremendously.

I even got a second one added, a small wave for Lochlyn since his name means lake.

His hands dip below the hem of my shirt, diving inside to cup my breasts. A seamless movement has me sitting up while one arm wraps around my lower back and the other tugs off my shirt and unhooks my bra.

Gently, he lowers me back to the bed before his hands dive to my pants, tearing them off and removing his not a second later. Instead of leaning back over me, he stands at the end of the bed for a moment, looking me over as he gives himself a few smooth strokes.

The look in his eyes is sheer need and desire. It makes the embers inside me ignite into full-fledged flames. I need him over me; I need his skin against my skin.

Propping myself up on an elbow, I reach for him with the other arm, wanting him with me, near me, inside me.

He obliges me by straddling my lap, hooking an arm around my waist, and lifting me, sliding me further onto the bed. Immediately, his hand slides between my legs and his fingers slip up and down my soaked pussy before pushing two inside.

My hands grip at his shoulders as my head tips back and my legs fall open. He starts slowly, slipping his fingers in and out, before he thrusts them in and strokes inside me.

I wiggle and whine beneath him, my fingers fluttering against his shoulders as pleasure rolls over me again and again.

He’s always known exactly how to make me moan, how to make me move, how to make me come. And right now, he’s doing all those things.

I tighten around him, sucking his fingers in further and dragging my nails down his arms as I come hard on his fingers.

His mouth finds my neck and kisses along the swoop toward my shoulder and down my chest to pull my nipple into his mouth. My back arches off the mattress and toward him, needing more. A few more strokes of his fingers while he lavishes my nipple with his tongue, and I’m writhing and moaning again.

But before he makes me come again, he flips me to my stomach, pulling my ass in the air.

He eases himself into me and a low ‘fuck’ escapes his mouth. It’s still my favorite position.

The first thrust and I’m gripping the sheets. He pulls out slowly before slamming back in, my whole body moving with the force of it. Then he gives three more just like that and a deep moan pulls from my chest.

“Fuck, Lochlyn. It’s so good.” My voice is whiny and needy.

“God, baby girl. I’m so lucky. You’re so fucking sexy. This tight, wet pussy. I just can’t get enough.” His hand twists into my hair and tugs so I have to push up onto my hands, my back dipping low.

I know from experience it’s his favorite view. My head tilted up, back dipped in the middle, ass as high as I can get it.

“Mmm, delicious.” He starts thrusting hard and fast, every slam yanking at my hair.

One thing I’ve learned about myself over the years is I like the slight pinch of pain that comes with a hair tug, the slight discomfort of struggling to breathe with his hand wrapped around my throat. And Lochlyn is always happy to oblige and knows just what I need.

I lean into the pain and push my ass back toward him, taking him in faster than he expected. He groans gruffly.

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