Page 46 of No Limits

He’s back over me in seconds, his eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before he bends down and swipes his tongue straight up my pussy, circling my clit with the superb pressure.

A small whine pulls from my chest, which causes him to groan, wrap his arms around my thighs, and tug me closer. That’s when he lays into me in earnest. The way he spent years building up to.

It’s the perfect amount of pressure, swirls around my clit, and dips into my entrance to tongue-fuck me. It all leads to him wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.

Which he does within minutes. And when he does, my hands fly to his hair and I buck against his face. Yanking at his hair probably hurts, but I can’t help myself as I writhe beneath him, needing him closer, needingmore.

As though reading my mind, he gives me more, slipping two fingers inside me while he continues lavishing my clit. A loud scream erupts from my lips as I come, trembling and shaking.

At one point, Lochlyn confessed that he held back, took his time, didn’t do every devious thing that came to mind because he was afraid I was still so unsure. He’s never wanted to do anything that may make me even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

But now, at this point in our relationship, we’ve grown so much more comfortable with one another. I’ve let so many walls down, become more vocal, needy, and giving. Instead of sex lasting a short while, it can last hours. There is no more discomfort talking about or thinking about sex and all the things I want us to do to each other.

Lochlyn kisses his way up my abdomen, pushing my shirt aside on his journey, until he reaches my chest. He slides down my bra and takes my nipple into his mouth. My hips tip up toward him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding myself against him.

“You always come first, Shay. I’m sorry I forgot that at one point.” He closes his mouth over mine and explores my mouth with his tongue.

“Take your pants off.”

“We don’t have to do more, Shay. This is about you. I want you to feel good. I need you to remember that I love you, that you are my priority, in every way.” He takes a moment to look down my body. “Tell me what you want, baby girl. Tell me how to satisfy you.”

“I want to feel you inside me. I need to. There’s nothing better than that.”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” Quickly, he shucks off his pants and I tear off my shirt. Before I get to reach behind my back, he’s deftly unhooking my bra and slipping it off me.

There’s still no greater sight in the world than a naked Lochlyn. But it’s more than that in moments like this. It’s more than just us coming together. It’s feeling him against me, with no barriers between us. The warmth of his skin, the slight tickle of his leg hairs, the contractions of his muscles. Sometimes, it’s almost as though I can feel the cells beneath his skin.

As he eases himself into me, I practically leave the bed. It’s the most incredible feeling when he’s inside me. Nothing can ever compare.

A few thrusts and I’m already whining, my hands gripping at his shoulders and pulling him closer.

“Fuck, Shay. You’re incredible.” He slams into me hard and fast and my head tips back. When it does, his mouth latches to my throat, and he sucks on my skin, using his teeth every few seconds.

When he rests his forehead against mine, breaths coming in spurts, I almost burst into tears. But a different sensation takes over instead.

I tighten around him, gripping him tightly as a low moan eases from my chest. One of his eyebrows hitches upward, and his face scrunches as he groans before resting his head against my shoulder, his body jerking.

“Fuck.” He kisses along my collarbone to my shoulder before easing out of me and rolling to his back.

Immediately, his arm is under my neck, pulling me into him. My ear is against his chest, hearing his heart thumping wildly against his ribs. Every second of this I’ve missed, because not only have we not cuddled, but the connection was gone. I felt it that time, it was there.

“I’m so sorry, Shay. I’ve been a class-A asshole, and I can’t make it up to you, but I can change. And I plan to. I’ve already made it clear that I’m not available at all this weekend. I told Johnson if he wants to fire me for setting limits about my availability, he’s welcome to. I can’t keep burning the torch at both ends, and I wasn’t doing it enough here. The fact thatyouare what fell by the wayside…it will never be okay, and I’ll spend my life making sure it never happens again.”

I want to tell him it’s okay, that’s what you say to the people you love. Right? But it’s not.

“Lochlyn, I love you, and I want to believe you, but please forgive me that it’s going to be something I need to see to believe.” While I hope he doesn’t take offense to that thought process, it’s the point I’ve been left at.

“Trust me, I understand that thought process. But know that you’ll see it. I’ll be home by five-thirty on the dot every day next week. And home every weekend with you. And I want to know everything you’ve planned for the wedding so far. Oh, and we’re going furniture shopping tomorrow for a better couch because that one just wasn’t working for me tonight. Can’t have that. And—”

“Lochlyn. Slow down. I appreciate all you want to do and see and say to show me you’re here for me. But just do it. Yes, we can get a new couch; I wanted you with me anyway, and let’s throw that one in the basement for you and Wes or any friends who may come over to watch a game or whatnot. But let’s just take it a day at a time. Okay?”

He sighs heavily and runs his fingertips up and down my spine. “There’s so much for me to make up for. I just want to start and do it all at once. I know I can’t rush through it, but I need to show you how much you mean to me. I can’t let you ever forget or not know again.”

“I never forgot. It was just hard to see at times.” Most of the time. But he doesn’t need to know that or feel worse than he already does.

Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he squeezes me closer and kisses the top of my head. “Well, I’m starting with taking you on a date tonight. No cooking, no cleaning up. A real date. I want you to get dressed up and we’re going to Sakura. And I’m going to spend the whole time listening to you tell me anything you want me to know.”

“That sounds amazing.” A yawn ends my sentence. Despite sleeping late into the day, I didn’t sleepwelland my head does hurt from all the crying.

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