16. Lachlan #2
She's letting me do this. Letting me mark her.
My cock is rock hard again, jutting out of the open fly of my pants, the tip leaking pre-cum against my belly.
"Almost done," I murmur, my voice thick.
I need to fuck her again, desperately. I finish the last letter, then turn off the machine and set it aside.
The tattoo is raw and red, the letters stark against her pale skin. It's perfect.
"Look," I tell her, and I help her sit up as far as the other rope allows, angling her so she can see it in the mirror across the room.
She stares at it, and then she looks at me. "It's real," she whispers.
I push her gently back onto the bed. "I need to taste you again," I murmur. "Right now. You're going to come for me with my name still raw on your skin." My cock throbs, more pre-cum smearing against my tense abdomen, but I need this even more than I need to be inside of her.
Her eyes widen. "Lachlan, I can't—"
"You can." I'm already moving down her body, kissing my way down her stomach, avoiding the fresh tattoo. "And you will."
I settle between her thighs, pushing them gently apart.
I can see the evidence of what we've already done, can see how swollen and sensitive she is, but I don't care.
I lean in, my tongue sliding through her folds, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
I hold her down, my hands on her thighs, and I devour her, licking and sucking and biting until she's screaming my name.
I can taste my cum and her arousal mixed together, and I kick off my pants, grinding my hips into the bed as I lick her desperately, needing friction.
The taste of us mingled is more arousing than I could possibly have imagined it would be.
Her back arches, her moan rising into a shriek as she comes hard on my face, writhing against me. "It's too much," she sobs. "Oh God, Lachlan, it's so good, I didn't know it could be this good… it's so much…"
"I know, baby," I murmur against her, backing off for a brief second before I dive in again. I press my mouth against her, sucking her clit as I push two fingers into her drenched entrance, and she cries out, sobbing.
"Stop, please, I can't…"
But she doesn't say the word, and I don't stop. Not until she's completely wrecked, boneless and trembling and so sensitive that even the lightest touch makes her whimper. Only then do I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Lachlan—" Her voice is hoarse. "I can't—I can't take any more—"
"Yes, you can." I move up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. My cock is so stiff it hurts. I don't know how I'm going to come again, only that I desperately need to. "One more time. Give me one more."
She's shaking her head, but her body is already responding, her thighs already opening for me. I push inside, and she cries out, the nails of her free hand digging into my back.
"That's it," I murmur, starting to move. "Take me. Take all of me. Fuck, Adri, take my cock. This is your cock, baby. Fuck, you feel so good."
I can go slowly this time, at least, like I imagined, and I can feel her tightening around me. I moan, looking down at her as I thrust in deep and then rock my hips against her, feeling the soft ripple of her intimate flesh against me as she shudders.
"I love you," I whisper, and I mean it with every fiber of my being. "I love you so fucking much, Adriana."
"Lachlan—" I can feel her body starting to shake, can feel the orgasm building. Tears spill over her lashes. "I can't come again. God, I can't…"
"I feel it, baby. Show my cock how much you missed it.
Come all over it, baby. Please…" I rock into her again.
"Let me have one more. I know you can do it.
" I smooth my hand down her hip, slowly grinding my cock into her as I brush my thumb over her swollen clit.
"One more baby, and then I'll let you rest."
I'm close too, so fucking close, and I can feel it building at the base of my spine, the pressure almost unbearable.
"Come with me," I groan. "I want to feel it while I fucking fill you up again.
" I reach up, undoing her other wrist as I rock into her, trying not to come until she does.
"Claw me if you need to, make me bleed. Just come on my fucking cock, please… God, I'm right there, Adri, I…"
Her eyes lock onto mine. And then she says it.
"Someday."
The word hits me like a physical blow, and I freeze, my whole body going rigid. She said the safe word. She wants me to stop.
And I'm so fucking close. I'm an instant away from orgasm, cock rock hard, as deep inside of her as I can go.
And she wants me to stop.
I have to stop.
It takes everything I have, every ounce of willpower, but I pull out of her immediately, rolling off her and onto my back.
My cock is throbbing, aching, so close to release that it's painful, but I don't touch it.
I can see it leaking, and I half-think it might just be my cum letting go, a ruined orgasm. But I'd take it for her.
I'll take anything for her.
"Adriana—" My voice is strained, and I'm breathing hard, trying to get myself under control. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I can hear the frantic worry in my voice as I push myself up, my mind fogged over. "Was it really too much? We don't have to do any more. It's okay, baby, whatever you need—"
She's quiet for a moment, and then she sits up, looking at me with wide eyes. "You stopped," she whispers. "You actually stopped."
"Of course I stopped." I look at her, my desperate cock suddenly forgotten. "You said the word. That means I stop. No matter what."
She's staring at me like she's seeing me for the first time, and then she starts to cry. Not the desperate, broken sobs from before, but something softer that sounds almost like relief.
"You stopped," she says again, and then she's moving toward me, straddling me with her hands on my chest. "You actually stopped."
"Adriana, what—"
"I needed to know," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I needed to know that I could stop you. That I had the power. That you weren't just saying it to make me feel better."
Understanding crashes over me, and I reach up, cupping her face in my hands. "You have all the power," I tell her fiercely. "You always have. I meant what I said, Adriana. You say that word, and I stop. Every time. No matter what."
She's crying harder now, and she leans down, kissing me desperately. "I love you," she whispers against my lips. "I love you so much, Lachlan. I never stopped loving you."
Those words break something inside of me, a flood of emotion suddenly crashing through me with a force that takes my breath away. As many times as I've dreamed of being inside her again, I've dreamed of hearing that just as much, if not more.