16. Lockheart
LOCKHEART
Her eyes flutter open and I smile down at her. “Hey. You back with me?”
When she nods, I place the glass back on the nightstand.
She wraps her hands around my neck and brings my head down so our lips are pressed together.
I use her moan to my advantage and dip my tongue inside as her legs wrap tightly around my waist. I press myself on top of her, the crown of my erection pushing against the heat of her pussy, weeping with need to get inside her but contained by the condom I placed on whilst she was coming down from her ecstasy.
Without breaking our kiss, I thrust myself in and cry out against her lips as we finally become one again. Fully sheathed within her, I pause for a second and take a few deep breaths. I want to savour this feeling. Knowing I’m home, finally.
She kisses my neck and collarbone, gently tracing her lips over the top of the tattoo that covers most of my shoulder and arm, and digs her heels into my arse to push me deeper inside her.
Instead, I pull out almost completely and she whimpers at the loss.
But just for a second, as I drive right back into her.
My mind blanks out and all I can think of is her.
She makes me feel. She makes me happy and she makes me whole.
I dip my head and take her mouth again. My lips pressing hard against hers, showing her what I want, how she makes me feel.
Nothing compares to her and this right now.
Nothing. She cries out as I push harder and harder into her.
Her ecstasy brings my release forward, and as I start to chase it, the only word I have cascading through my head is love.
I love her. I love Nico. My Whiskey Girl. And with a loud moan and one final thrust, I come harder than I ever have in my life.
A contented sigh escapes her lips, and I smile as she snuggles into me. Her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her and a sense of contentment seeping through me. This is what I’ve been missing in my life. A sense of belonging.
I place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She traces little circles on my pec, and when she places her lips on my skin, I shudder under them.
“Nico, before we start on round two, we need to talk.” I don’t want to take away from our blissful post-orgasmic state, but we need to discuss what happened earlier and where we go from here.
“Okay.” She takes a deep breath whilst sitting upright in the bed.
The cover falls away from her chest and reveals her breasts to me, her tight little nipples begging for my touch. My mouth waters, my dick stirs and my eyes zero in on them.
“Owen, you can’t look at me like that when we need to talk,” she admonishes me, bringing the covers up to her chin.
I frown because she’s ruined my view, but sigh because I know she’s right.
“Later?” Optimism and a grin is all I offer her and she throws her head back in laughter.
“Oh you can bet on it. I haven't had an orgasm like that in six years, so hell yeah we’re doing it again.”
The grin falls from my face, my eyes lock onto hers and her laughter stops at my sudden seriousness. “What do you mean? You haven’t had a decent orgasm like that with other people, or you haven't had other people?”
Her cheeks flush, she rolls her eyes, and I don’t know why, but I want to know the answer to this question badly. I need to know if she means what I hope she means.
“I haven’t been with anyone. Being a single mum, working full time, doesn't leave much time for dating. I’ve been flying solo on the orgasm front.”
Before she can finish speaking, I lunge on top of her, knocking her onto her back. Ripping the cover from her, I dip my head between her legs.
“Owen! We’re supposed to be talking.”
“Talk later. I’ve got orgasms to make up for.” Parting her lips with my fingers and devouring her like she’s my last meal, her protests die on her tongue as I lap at her pussy. Her hands tug on the strands of my hair and the sting on my scalp makes me lick and lap at her juices even more.
“Owen, don’t stop, please for the love of god, don’t stop.”
I chuckle against her clit and relish in the shiver it elicits. Because I have no intention of stopping until she’s coming on my tongue, and then we can talk.