34. Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
Iwoke on the edge of a moan, a hot ache already throbbing through my swollen pussy.
For one disorienting second, I wasn’t sure whether I was awake.
Lachlan’s body was wrapped around mine from behind, warm and close enough that I could feel every breath. One heavy arm draped around my waist as his hand nestled between my thighs. His cock was hard against my ass, but that wasn’t what had pulled me out of sleep.
It was his middle finger gliding lazily over my clit in unhurried strokes, barely enough pressure to satisfy the ache building there.
A soft moan slipped from me before I was fully awake.
His lips brushed the curve of my neck.
For a few hazy seconds, I lay perfectly still, caught somewhere between sleep and pleasure while his fingertip continued that maddening rhythm. If this were a dream, it was pure bliss—if it weren’t, I wanted more.
I shifted, opening my thighs wider in invitation.
His finger slid lower through the slickness before returning to my clit and circling it again.
“Mmm.” This was definitely real, and I was definitely drenched.
The realization sent another pulse of need through me, intense enough that I squirmed against him, chasing more pressure.
Lachlan smiled against the back of my shoulder.
“There you are, Mouse.” His voice was rough and hungry.
“That feels good?” he whispered.
“Mm-hmm.” I shifted my hips against his hard cock.
His quiet laugh warmed my skin. “That impatient already?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I slid my hand over his and pressed his finger more firmly against my clit, rocking my hips into his hand. “More.”
His mouth brushed the sensitive place beneath my ear. “She’s a greedy little pussy when she wakes up, isn’t she?”
Oh, God, he had no idea how true that was.
Instead of answering, I guided both of our hands lower and pushed his finger inside me along with mine.
His palm rubbed against my clit while our fingers pumped in and out. The sleepy fog remained, and I was completely under his spell.
“Fuck, Isabella.”
I moaned and increased the pace of our fingers.
He kissed his way toward my ear.
Pleasure tightened quickly, dragging me toward the edge.
Almost.
Almost—
Then his hand disappeared.
“Noo,” I protested.
Lachlan chuckled behind me.
“I warned you about pouting.”
“But that was cruel.”
“I haven’t even started being cruel.”
His hand caught my upper thigh and lifted my leg over his thigh.
The head of his cock found my opening.
I held my breath as he pushed inside.
Slowly.
God, so slowly.
Every inch stretched me until his hips finally settled against my ass.
“Lachlan,” I begged. He had no idea just how needy I was.
“I’ve got you.”
He withdrew at the same leisurely pace, then pushed back in.
No urgency.
No frantic need.
His body surrounded mine as he took his damn sweet time fucking me—and I loved it.
Loved being wrapped up in him while he controlled every movement.
His mouth wandered from my shoulder to my neck, dropping soft kisses along the way until his hips suddenly stopped.
I made an unhappy sound.
“Behave, Mouse. I’m getting something for you.”
Lachlan stretched an arm behind him, tugged open the nightstand drawer, pulled out something I couldn’t see, and pushed the drawer closed again.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
He pushed slowly into me again, filling me completely before his mouth settled near my ear.
“But while I decide what I’m going to do with you, I want you to show me something.”
“What?”
His fingers skimmed down my arm until they reached my wrist.
“How you touch yourself when I’m not here.”
I went still.
His lips nipped at my ear. “Do you rub this pretty clit until you’re soaked? Slip your fingers inside yourself? Use toys to make yourself come?”
Heat rushed into my face.
“Lachlan.”
He chuckled again. “What? I want to know what my Mouse does when she gets horny, and I’m not around to take care of her.”
Oh my Lord, this man was so demanding.
His fingers loosely circled my wrist, but he didn’t move my hand for me.
“So show me,” he murmured. “Touch yourself exactly the way you do when you’re alone. And tell me what you think about while you’re doing it.”
My hand glided down my stomach.
“That’s my girl.”
His hand moved to my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple as I began touching myself the way I liked best.
I swallowed, suddenly much more aware of how he was watching me.
“You’re making it hard to think.”
A pleased little rumble came from his chest. “Come on, you can do it.”
I closed my eyes. “I can feel you everywhere. Your hands, your mouth, your body behind me…” I began. “And knowing you’re watching me do this is making me lose my mind.”
I reached back between us, formed my index and middle fingers into a V, and pressed them against the sides of his dick. That earned me a deep rumble in his chest.
“Remembering your teeth nibbling my clit and watching your tongue sink into my pussy will always make it easy for me to come on my own fingers,” I said, panting. “And I like thinking about how my walls clench around you when I come.”
I rocked against the heel of my palm, pleasure building steadily as every sensation began to blur together. I was once again at that sweet tipping point.
Lachlan groaned.
“Fuck, I like hearing what’s in that head of yours. I’ll give you enough filthy memories that you’ll think of me every time you make yourself come.”
His cock continued sliding in and out of me while his fingers played with my nipple.
Then his hand left my breast, followed by the soft click of something opening behind me.
“Keep touching yourself.”
His voice sank lower, rough and unmistakably commanding beside my ear.
“If you stop, I stop.”
I kept rocking my hips.
A second later, something cool touched the cleft of my ass.
My breath caught.
Gel.
His slick fingertip slowly circled my tight opening.
I stopped moving, and my hand fell away.
Lachlan growled beside my ear.
“What did I say?”
I immediately returned my finger and started stroking my clit again.
“Aye. That’s my good girl.”
His finger continued circling the opening.
Then came gentle pressure.
My body tightened.
“Easy.”
He pressed a little more, and I clenched.
“No, Mouse. Relax.”
“I’m trying.”
“Push out a little against me.”
“What?”
“Trust me. But if you can’t relax, we stop and try another time.”
“No.”
I wanted this. I wanted to know what it felt like.
Wanted him to take all of me, so I wiggled my ass against him, and a rough sound came from his throat.
“That eager, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Then relax for me, little Mouse.”
I breathed out and pushed slightly as he pressed again.
The tip of his finger slipped inside.
My mouth fell open. “Oh.”
He stopped immediately, keeping his finger exactly where it was while he gave me time to adjust.
“That okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he praised.
His cock began moving again, and his finger followed with the same gentle rhythm, easing partially out before pressing back inside.
The sensations were completely different.
There was a fullness in my pussy, and an appealing, tight pressure in my ass.
My own finger continued working my clit.
I whimpered.
“Fuck, those noises are going to drive me insane.”
He eased his finger deeper, and my breathing quickened into uneven pants.
“There you go. Taking my finger in this tight little ass so well.”
“Lachlan.”
“Keep touching yourself.”
I did, and he increased the pace just enough that each stroke of his cock matched the slide of his finger.
Pleasure gathered everywhere at once, and my legs began to tremble.
“Oh, God.”
“That’s it, Mouse. Come on my cock and my finger. I want to feel that pussy and ass clench while you lose your fucking mind.”
That did it.
The orgasm exploded through me.
I cried out, my entire body locking around him as wave after wave tore through me.
His finger and cock fucked me faster, demanding I surrender every tremor of my orgasm to him.
Then his cock pulsed inside me, and heat filled my pussy as he came.
I shook helplessly against him, fingers still pressed to my clit while the contractions gradually weakened.
His finger slipped carefully from my ass.
Then his hand curved over my hip as he settled close behind me.
“Now imagine how good that’s going to feel when it’s my cock in your ass and my fingers buried in your pussy.”
A whine escaped me.
His quiet laugh vibrated against my skin.
“You like that idea.”
I couldn’t form words yet.
His hand stroked from my shoulder down my arm.
“I like how you obey me when we’re like this.”
That shouldn’t have made my still-sensitive pussy flutter, but it did.
“There’s so much I want to do with you,” he murmured. “So many ways I want to make you fall apart in my hands.”
He withdrew slowly, and I immediately missed the fullness.
Then his arm tightened around me.
“Mmm. I can feel my cum sliding down your thigh.”
My face heated.
“The thought of us making a mess in my bed every day may be the best fucking thing I’ve imagined in years.”
Every day.
The words settled somewhere dangerously close to my heart.
I turned enough to find his hand and pulled it against my chest.
His middle finger rested between mine.
The same finger that had just been inside my ass.
I traced a circle around it with my fingertip and a laugh escaped me.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Mouse.”
I laughed harder.
“You’re filthy.”
“Aye.”
I snuggled closer.
Maybe this was love.
Maybe I couldn’t call it love yet. But I knew I was falling toward something I’d never felt before.
For now, I didn’t need a name for it.
I had Lachlan’s arms around me, snow falling outside the windows, and an entire world waiting on the other side of morning.
That was enough.
His breathing slowly deepened behind me.
Still holding his hand against my heart, I closed my eyes.
This time, sleep found me smiling.