Page 52 of Eyes Like a Hurricane

Undoing my jeans, I quickly step out of my pants and underwear and remove my socks before climbing onto the edge of the bed.

Kneeling before me, his finger glides between my folds. “So wet already,” he rasps.

His palm flattens into the center of my chest and gently pushes me down onto the bed. I instinctively drape my legs over his shoulders and close my eyes, anticipating the first lick of hiswarm tongue. His breath is hot against my skin, and I wiggle my hips, hoping to make contact with his mouth.

He chuckles and proceeds to drape an arm over my hips to hold me down, and I grunt in frustration. Before I can voice my opinion, I feel his tongue flatten against me, slowly licking from my opening to my clit. I moan as my fingers dig into the bed sheets. I feel his tongue swirl around my bundle of nerves, and just as he goes to suck, two fingers glide into me. He curls his fingers and connects with my G-spot. I can’t help but grind my hips against his mouth, digging my heels into his shoulder blades.

As my orgasm builds, I begin to forget about breathing and think of nothing but his mouth on me and his fingers in me. Three, two, one, and I’m exploding inside. He continues to lick and suck my clit until I stop pulsating around his fingers.

“Aislinn,” he rasps. “you’re so sweet,” he says as he licks his fingers and slowly climbs up on top of me.

I can feel his hard length against my inner leg.

“Can I ride you?” I ask as I find my voice again.

While my breathing and heart rate regulate, he reaches into the nightstand for a condom. I motion for him to lie on the bed as I kneel above him. Grabbing the condom from his grip, I tear it open before slowly rolling it on.

“If that feels amazing, I can’t imagine what being inside you is going to feel like,” he murmurs with a groan.

“Let’s find out,” I whisper as I slowly lower myself onto him.

We are both silent as he fills me up, inch by inch. If this is what it’s supposed to feel like, then I must’ve been doing something wrong or been with the wrong person all these years. He feels incredible. Once I’m fully seated on top of him, I reach back and rest my palms on his strong upper thighs. Arching myback, I start thrusting my pelvis upward, allowing the head of his cock to rub against my G-spot.

“Aislinn,” he groans. “You feel perfect. Don’t stop.”

His desperate plea pushes me over the edge, and I feel myself squeezing him as I spasm through another orgasm.

“If you orgasm again so soon, I’m not going to last much longer,” he groans.

I laugh as he flips our positions so that he is on top and can control the speed and depth of each thrust. I hook my ankles behind his lower back and pull him closer as I push my hips up to meet his. His eyes are black pools of desire. No hint of green is visible anymore, and I can just imagine that mine appears the same.

His hand reaches behind him and grabs one of my ankles. He brings one of my legs forward, pushing my knee toward my shoulder. My foot comes to rest on his biceps. This position opens me up and allows him to get even deeper with each thrust. His thumb finds my clit and rubs in a circular motion until I can feel the next orgasm building.

His defined pecs flex with each thrust and I run fingertips over his toned shoulders, memorizing every dip of his sculpted chest.

“Please, Lachlan, I’m close again, don’t stop,” I whimper.

“Never, Aislinn, you’re it for me, sweetheart. Please say I’m yours,” he pleas.

“Yes, you're mine, Lachlan, and I'm yours,” I moan.

His movements get more erratic, his groans carnal. My words must send him over the edge, as I can feel him pulsing inside of me as he growls my name. I follow right behind him and almost black out.

Sucking in deep breaths as my heart races, I feel him drop onto his elbows, and his lips find mine for one last slow kiss. Our tongues dance against one another, and it feels like our souls have bonded.

He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him. I rest my head on his chest as my fingers glide over his abs.

“It has never been like that for me. That was…” I trail off, not sure how to find the right words.

But Lachlan finishes, “Perfect.”

As he gets up to deal with the condom, I feel my eyelids getting heavy and my body going limp. The bed dips as he climbs back in and repositions me against his chest.

“Sleep well, Hurricane,” he whispers into my hair. As he gently kisses my forehead, I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 39

Lachlan

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