Chapter Fifty-Seven
Lochlan
H er hips tilt against me, and a torturous groan escapes my throat.
Being inside her is better than I ever could have imagined, but hurting her to get here thoroughly wrecked me.
If I wasn’t positive that the pleasure would come to her, I’d have stopped everything the moment she twinged in pain.
“Use me until it feels good, baby. I won’t move until you’re ready,” I promise, reaching down to rub her clit, determined to give her ecstasy after the pain.
She pivots her hips hesitantly, grinding against me until small moans tumble from her lips.
Her pace quickens, and my fingers follow, and when her fingers thread into my hair at the nape of my neck, I know she’s enjoying herself.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Cum on my cock, I want to feel you pussy clench every inch of me.”
“I’m so close,” she pants, her twitching hips keep throwing off her rhythm, but I feel the moment she locks in, tipping over the edge with her orgasm.
Her walls grip my length and all of my muscles tense.
The sensation fucking rocks me .
“Oh my God. Yes…” Her hands clutch my hips, and she pulls me impossibly closer, forcing the slightest movement inside of her, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble.
“I’m ready, Lochlan. Show me what it feels like,” she begs sweetly, pulling my body in until our faces are aligned.
“Once I start moving, I’m a ticking time bomb, baby. Won’t be but a minute,” I warn her, hoping I’ll even last that long.
She smiles.
“Then you can show me, again, and again, until the sun comes up,” she whispers her words against my lips and then claims my mouth in a kiss.
It’s tender and gentle, and I mimic it, pulling out of her tight heat only a few inches before pushing back in.
We both moan into each other’s mouths, and when I do it again, pulling back further and pushing back inside of her faster, she gasps.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” she breathes, sliding her tongue against mine.
I pull out until just the head of my cock remains and bury myself back inside her to the hilt, capturing her cry of surprise in my mouth.
“More?”
“Yes, yes,” she mumbles, flattening her hips to take me deeper.
And, I lose it.
I take her hungrily, pumping in and out of her until she can’t control the noises coming out of her mouth, and I can hardly breathe, attempting to hold back my release.
“Lochlan,” she whimpers my name, biting my lip, and it’s like I’ve been zapped with a lightning bolt.
My cum explodes out of me, filling her until she’s flooded inside.
Her eyelids flutter, and she heaves breath in and out of her lungs as she takes in the feeling for the first time.
I’m fucking speechless.
She asked me once if an orgasm can change your life, and I wasn’t lying when I said that it can, but I think I underestimated just how much she would be able to tilt my world on its axis every time it happened.
“That was better than I could have ever imagined,” she whispers.
I laugh, breathlessly.
“Thank God, because that was the best thing that’s ever happened in my life.”
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck and sighing happily.
“I’m sorry to do this, baby, but it might hurt again when I pull out.”
“Then don’t.”
My cock twitches inside of her and I see her brows twinge.
“If I don’t do it now, it’ll hurt worse. I’m sorry.”
I sit up on my knees, removing myself from her as she groans in discomfort.
My cum leaks from her pussy and I get lost staring at it for a moment.
All the manhood in the depths of my soul is fueled by the sight.
Mine.
She shivers once she loses my body heat, and I toss two more logs on the fire before wrapping her in a blanket and pulling her to my chest.
We were both looking forward to this moment enough that tomorrow seemed like a distant thought.
Now, it’s almost midnight, and tomorrow is nearly here.
“Give me some time to recover, and then I’m doing that again,” she states softly, letting her eyes shut.
I kiss her forehead, chuckling silently as she snuggles further into me.
As suspected, within a few minutes her breathing deepens, and she’s fast asleep.
She can rest as long as she needs.
I won’t be getting a wink of sleep tonight.
* * *
She jerks up from the blanket as I’m snuffing the fire out.
Dawn just reached above the trees, giving me enough light to pack up.
“I slept all night… No,” she cries, burying her head in her hands.
“You needed sleep.”
“I needed you.”
“I was right beside you all night, darlin’.” I drag my thumb along her cheekbone.
I ran my fingers through her hair and memorized the way her body felt against mine.
I didn’t take my eyes off her for a moment.
She stands, keeping the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and I wrap her in my arms, kissing the top of her head.
“Come on, let’s get back to the house. You smell like a campfire.”
She doesn’t say anything as I help her into the Bronco or on the way back up to the house.
She doesn’t even utter a word when we go inside, and I follow her up the stairs.
She drops her blanket and steps into the shower, walking directly under the stream to wash her hair.
I watch the soap drip down her back until it’s rinsed clean because I’m afraid if I take my eyes off of her, she’ll disappear sooner .
She peeks at me from under her wet lashes and scrunches her eyebrows.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
I undress, and her eyes travel the length of my body, paying special attention to the tattoo on my side and to my growing cock.
“I still can’t believe you did this,” she says under her breath, tracing the lines of her body on my ribs.
“I was going to wait until you left, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it, but Hayes had the tattoo gun out yesterday and I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“How is he?”
“Not sure, he didn’t talk much. But he’ll fill me in when he’s ready.”
“I guess I won’t ever find out what the drama was about,” she laughs sadly.
I pull her into my chest, feeling the exact moment her warm tears mix with the hot water streaming down on us.
Just tell her to stay.
Beg on your knees.
Don’t let her leave.
Once the water turns cold, I usher her out, drying her with a towel until it’s damp.
“Take me to bed,” she whispers, kissing my chest.
“Jo, it might hurt…”
“Everything already hurts, Lochlan.” She looks up at me with so much sadness in her eyes, and I know they’re a reflection of mine.
I can’t give her the world, but I can give her this one last thing.
My lips take hers, and I lift her, wrapping her thighs around my waist, carrying her to my bedroom one last time .
I don’t drop her on the bed, I lay her down gently, covering her body with mine as if it will kill me to separate myself…
I just need to taste every part of her…
One last time.
My lips skim down her neck and across her beautiful breasts, sucking and biting her soft skin until she’s squirming beneath me.
I lick down her stomach and moan when I taste her sweet pussy.
My tongue swirls her clit and then I suck the nub into my mouth and she gasps, grinding against my face.
Her fingers grip my hair, fucking my face with abandon when my tongue fills her tight hole.
A switch has been flipped this morning.
This isn’t soft and gentle like last night; this feels urgent.
Desperate.
“Fuck me, Lochlan,” she begs, but I keep devouring her, soaking her pussy with my tongue because I know if she tries to take my cock, the repercussions from last night will sting.
“Cum for me first, baby.” I fuck her with my tongue, rubbing her clit erratically until I know she’s about to burst.
Her hands claw across my scalp and her hips buck, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out, squeezing my tongue with her orgasm.
“Good girl.” I get to my knees in front of her, lining our hips up, and she watches in fascination as I spit.
My saliva drips onto the head of my cock where it’s braced to enter her, swirling it around her opening.
“Take a deep breath.”
I watch her chest heave, and I drive into her, filling her to the hilt.
“FUCK!” She screams, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I don’t move, I wait for her to adjust, and when she blinks up at me, I pull out and do it again .
“Tell me to stop,” I beg her, needing her to right my self-control.
“No, harder.”
“Jo…”
“Harder!” She insists, meeting my hips when I drive into her with more force.
“Fuck, baby.” I breathe through the pleasure, because if its the last time then I’m lasting to the very fucking end.
“Fuck me, Lochlan. Give me everything.” She looks up at me with such pain in her eyes, not a single thing I do physically could hurt her worse.
I cover her body with mine, kissing her with all the love that I have for her as I pound into her intensely, deliriously.
We’re both closing in on oblivion as we breathe in each other’s gasps of pleasure and sorrow.
She pulls me in as tightly as I’m holding her until there is no space between us.
Her walls clench my cock as her climax rips through her, and her teeth anchor into my bottom lip, forcing my hand.
My release explodes out of me and she finally lets go of my lip, gasping as my cum shoots inside of her.
Grief sweeps over me immediately.
There’s no honeymoon period after an incredible orgasm when it’s meant to be the last.
My hips retreat an inch, but she shakes her head.
“Not yet.”
I stay firmly rooted in place, holding this beautiful woman who owed me nothing but gave me my life.
Who finally made me feel like living.