Chapter Forty-Two
Lochlan
O f all the places I’ve been in my life, on my knees in front of this woman is absolutely where I belong.
I’ve never felt like a slave to pussy, but I’d willingly shackle myself to her.
“I’m going to touch you now, darlin’,” I warn her.
“Try to relax.”
I know she’s never done this before, and I want her to be totally aware of what’s happening.
I want her to enjoy her first time.
“Tell me what you like.” I kiss the spot above her clit.
“Tell me when it feels good.”
“How will I know?” She’s nervous, I can hear it in her voice.
“You’ll know, baby.” I kiss her clit and she gasps.
She doesn’t have to say a word to tell me exactly what I need to hear.
I take my time, kissing her, giving her warm, open-mouthed kisses down her center until I swipe my tongue into her sweetness and she cries out.
I do it again, earning another gasp and I’m fucking gone.
Hearing her reactions spurs something in me that I can’t control, and I bury my face against her as my tongue consumes her.
I reach her clit again, sucking it into my mouth more roughly than I should and she screams in ecstasy, sending even more blood rushing to my cock.
I’m in so much fucking pain but I don’t care.
I’ll endure it all for her.
“Mmorre,” she stutters out, and I reward her, sucking her clit again and moving it back and forth between my lips.
“Oh, fuck, Lochlan!”
“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m going to put my fingers inside of you.” Her head flops to the side, and I sense her need to hold on to something.
“Grab my hair. Push me away if it’s too much.”
Her fingers curl into the strands at the top of my head and she grips them painfully making my dick flex against my zipper.
My pointer finger enters her tight opening, and the feeling makes my entire body shutter in pleasure, my eyes closing in a fucking trance.
She’s perfect.
“That’s one,” I inform her raspily, struggling to hold it together.
“More,” she breathes roughly.
“Two.” My middle finger joins the first, slowly easing into the space so I don’t startle her.
Or, hurt her.
“That feels so good,” she cries, tugging on my hair as I start pumping in and out of her, slowly.
“You feel so damn good, Jo. I’m not even inside of you and my cock’s never been so hard in my life. Feeling you wrapped around my fingers is making me crazy.”
My praise makes her whimper, and it only drives me mad.
I rub her inner walls until her hips start twitching and then I find her clit with my mouth again, sucking and licking it until she’s bucking off the mattress.
“Yes, baby. You’re fucking close. Let me have it.”
“I can’t, I can’t.” Her head whips side to side on the mattress, and I know she’s holding onto her last little bit of control.
“Scream my name, Jo. Tell the whole fucking mountain who’s making you cum,” I demand, fucking her with my fingers and groaning against her clit as her walls tighten around me.
“Yes… Yes… LOCHLAN, YES!” She screams, exploding around my fingers as her thighs clamp my head.
Her climax rocks her intensely, and I’m right there with her, the breath stalling in my chest as if it were my own release.
I kiss her tender flesh until her muscles relax and her legs fall heavily onto my shoulders.
I kiss my way up her thighs, and my lips don’t leave her skin until I fall to the bed beside her, where she curls into my chest.
Her warm breath fans over my skin, and I think she might fall asleep, until I feel a trickle of wetness.
“What’s wrong?” I cup her cheek, tilting her face upward.
Her eyelashes are wet with tears.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask again, swiping the wetness away from her cheek with my thumb.
“Nothing, I’m fine. That was just intense. I’m all jittery and I don’t know… Overwhelmed.” She laughs softly, sniffling.
“Have you ever orgasmed before? By yourself?”
“Not like that. I think I’ve been doing it wrong if that’s how it’s supposed to feel,” she huffs in amusement.
“There’s no right or wrong way.”
“That seemed like the right way.”
“Sometimes,” I begin, my hand traveling down the length of her stomach to her clit.
She gasps when my fingers start circling her sensitive nub.
“It can be a slow build-up, almost lazy.”
Her mouth finds mine, breathing against me while I pepper her softly with my lips, kissing her through her pleasure.
“You feel it in your stomach, warming you up, and making you feel weightless.” She moans her response, clutching my neck desperately.
“There’s no rush.” I move my fingers down, dipping into her tightness to prolong her torture and tease her.
“Sometimes sitting right on the edge of your release is better than tipping over.”
Her nails dig into my throat, and a smile tilts my lips.
My eager seductress doesn’t seem to agree with me.
“Do you want to cum, again, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she mumbles, her eyes squeezing shut tighter when my slick fingers return to her clit.
“What was that?” My hand works her rapidly, demanding her orgasm from her.
“YES!” She screams from her throat, letting go completely before slumping back into my chest.
I kiss her forehead, wrapping her in my arms.
“I think you’ve changed my life,” she breathes against me raggedly.
“Can an orgasm change your life?”
“Yeah, darlin’. It can.” I kiss her forehead again.
It only takes a couple of minutes for her soft breathing to turn into soft snores, and I keep her tucked tightly against me, pretending that I’ll never have to let her go.
Because the truth is that she’s going to leave, she has to.
And, I’ll be here in the same place I’ve always been.
She brought life back to me, and now I’ll spend the rest of it suffocating without her .
I shift her onto the pillow and tuck her in under the blankets because my mind is too wired to sleep.
Whenever that happens, I end up in the other room, drawing whatever it is that’s keeping me awake.
From the day she arrived, it’s been Jo.
Before that, I would illustrate any encounter I had with the bears.
Even after a lifetime of working with the animals, every glimpse is a sacred memory.
Now, she’s the gift I admire.
I’ve drawn the lines of her body before, but never with great detail.
I drew what she gave me, and that was her smile and her twinkling eyes.
Her curves in every dress she wore was my only guess at what was underneath, but my imagination never quite did her justice.
I didn’t dare mark lines on paper that weren’t authentically her.
Now, I know the shape of her breasts and where each freckle lies, how the curve of her waist meets her full hips, and the area between her thighs intimately.
I can still taste her on my lips.
Smell her on my fingers.
Remnants of Frank’s blood still cover my arms, but I’m a sick man, and I don’t want to wash away the evidence of her .
I draw until my head aches and the earlier events of the night catch up to me, ending with a sketch of the beautiful woman in my bed.
I take it back into my room and lay it on my nightstand because if this is all I get to keep from my time with her, it’s staying close.