“Well then…” Her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me back down her body, propping up her legs. “Consider me taking charge right now by telling you to get busy eating me out.”
I didn’t think I could fall any more in love with this woman.
I was wrong.
Hearing her tell me what to do in the bedroom when she refused to give voice to any of her needs and wants mere weeks ago endeared her to me even more.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hooking my hands into her panties, I gradually lowered them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor. When I returned to her, I made a show of licking my lips, drawing out the seconds as I inched toward her, dragging my tongue along the inside of her thigh.
“Lachlan,” she whimpered, fingers digging into my hair.
Just as I reached her apex, I paused. Then I retreated, giving her other thigh the same treatment. When I paused again, she squeezed her legs together, locking me in place.
“If you so much as think about backing away again, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
I glanced up at her with a smirk. “You want my mouth on you?”
“You know I do.”
“And you know I’ll never deprive you of what you want.” I grasped her thighs, spreading them apart. When I slid my tongue along her sex, she exhaled, relishing in that first lick, first touch, first taste.
“You’re too fucking good at that,” she sighed, moving against me. “This feeling… It should be criminal to feel this damn good.”
I paused, eyes briefly meeting hers. “I do have some handcuffs if you’d like.”
“I bet you do, you fiend. But not now.” She ran her fingers through my hair, nails digging into my scalp, forcing my head back between her thighs. “Right now, I need to touch you. And need you to touch me.”
“With pleasure.”
I dragged my tongue along her again, focusing on her clit, her breaths increasing with every swirl, every nip, every nibble. When I pushed a finger inside, she arched her back, her motions becoming more frantic until she couldn’t fight it any longer and fell apart around me, body quivering and shaking as she succumbed to her orgasm.
Not wanting to waste a single second of what little time I had before my driver pulled up, I shoved my jeans down my legs, thrusting into her before she had a chance to come down from her orgasm.
“God, you feel incredible, love,” I groaned, my words coming out breathy and labored. “Love the way you move. Love the way you feel.” I leaned down, hooking her leg around my waist as I rocked my hips against her, each thrust and retreat desperate, yet passionate at the same time. “Love the sounds you make when you come. When I make you come.” I grabbed her nipple through her dress, pinching hard, my lips a breath from hers. “I want you to come again. Want to come with you.”
“Harder, Lachlan,” she begged.
Never one to deny her anything, I increased my rhythm, the room filled with heavy panting and desperate moans. In seconds, her body tensed, lips parting, breathing increasing. I drove into her harder, faster, unsure how much longer I could hold back. Finally, a new wave of tremors overtook her, every inch of her shuddering around me.
I slammed my mouth against hers, swallowing her cries as my own orgasm consumed me, both of us riding wave after wave of pure bliss.
When I had nothing left, I collapsed on top of her, holding her for several moments.
“I guess you’re able to shoot a hole in one after all,” she said breathily.
I pulled back, meeting her gaze.
Then we burst out laughing.
“As you learned today, that’s the only hole in one I’m any good at. I’m complete rubbish at miniature golf.”
She cupped my cheeks in her hands, bringing my lips to hers. “That’s the only one I care about. Feel free to practice your game with me anytime.”
Chucking, I rolled onto my side, dragging her body to mine.
It felt wrong to feel something so good, so honest, so pure with everything else going on. But were we supposed to stop experiencing this connection just because Nick’s whereabouts were unknown? Were our lives supposed to stop? Were we supposed to deny ourselves what we deserved? If anything, we needed this connection even more right now. Needed this feeling of contentment.
This reminder of the strength of our love.
I took her face in my hands, the post-coital glow replaced by something more serious.
More vulnerable.
“You’d better not do anything crazy while I’m gone,” I said, my voice cracking as the fears I’d tried to suppress all day came rushing back. “Promise me you won’t do anything that’ll put your life in danger. That you’ll stay here. That you’ll be here when I get back. I can’t…” I shook my head. “I can’t stomach the thought of losing you.” I swallowed hard. “You’re my life, Julia.”
Sighing, she shook her head, eyes welling with tears. “I swear to you, Lachlan…” She grabbed my hand and placed it over her heart before covering my chest with her hand. “I will always be right here, waiting for you.” She leaned toward me, lips skimming mine. “Always.”