When his mouth sucks on my clit that’s all it takes for my orgasm to crest.
I cry his name over and over again, a prayer, a plea.
He moves up my body, kissing his way there, swirling his tongue around each of my nipples. My pussy clenches with aftershocks. When his mouth reaches mine he kisses me and I hold his cheeks between my hands. I taste myself on his lips and I surprisingly don’t mind it. Instead, it turns me on further. There’s something erotic about knowing those lips he’s kissing me with were somewhere intimate on my body, a place I’ve shared with no one.
Grabbing the condom beside my head, he stands to put it on while gazing down at me naked in his bed.
“I’m going to ask you this once, Dani,” his eyes close for a brief second and when they one the blue shines with something I can’t interpret, “and only once, so be honest. Are you a virgin?”
My cheeks flush, hell my whole body does, and I give him a single chin dip in answer.
“Fuck,” he growls but he doesn’t sound angry.
He fits the condom around his cock and rolls it down with a sure stroke.
This is happening. It’s really happening. I’m going to have sex with Lachlan.
“This is going to hurt, but fuck I promise to be as gentle as I can.”
I give him a single nod. I know he will. I trust him. With my life, with my secrets, with my promises.
His big hands wrap around my hips, lining me up with the tip of his cock.
“If you want me to stop, tell me. Any time. You say it. I stop.”
I shake my head. “I want this. I want you.”
A shudder rakes his body and with one hand on my hip, he takes his other and grips the base of his cock guiding into me. He pushes in barely a centimeter and my body tenses.
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs. “If you relax it’ll be easier.”
Breathing out, I try to calm down. He pushes a little more and I close my eyes. My body protests against the intrusion. It feels uncomfortable and unnatural. My nails rake down his chest, probably cutting his skin, but he doesn’t act like it hurts. “Lachlan,” I whimper. “Just do it. Please.”
“Are you sure?”
I look between us and he’s barely in and it’s burning like a fire ripping through the center of my body.
I nod. “Do it.”
“Hold on, baby.”
I take a deep breath and he pushes forward, past the barrier that was blocking him.
“That hurts, that hurts, that hurts,” I chant over and over again.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” He bends over my body, plastering kisses on my face, wiping away the tears dampening my cheeks.
I sniffle, feeling like a wuss, but that shit was painful. I always thought people were being dramatic about it when they spoke about it hurting, people liked to dramatize lots of things so I thought this was no different.
Wrong.
“Breathe, it’ll ease up, baby.”
I shake my head back and forth. “Too big, you’re too big.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to the corner of mine. “Breathe.”
I do as he says, taking a couple of deep breaths. Some of the pain eases, lessening with each inhale. My body relaxes, adjusting to his size and the new fullness.
“Better?” he whispers, holding his weight above my body. I drop my eyes down, seeing how he’s fitted inside me completely.
I give a slow nod. “Yeah, just…” My hands grip his biceps. “Go slow.”
He doesn’t move for a moment longer, and then he drags out slowly. My fingers tighten around his arms, my nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t flinch.
“Breathe, Dani,” he reminds me when I hold my breath again.
I nod, blowing out the air imprisoned in my lungs.
I watch him pull out again a little before pushing in. He rocks in and out, letting my body continue to adjust to him.
After a few minutes I beg, “More.”
“More?”
“More,” I confirm.
He pulls out further and it’s impossible not to miss the bit of red staining the condom. He looks down, seeing it too and groans out, “Fuck, that’s hot.”
He rolls his hips back into mine. My back arches and a low moan leaves my throat. It’s beginning to feel good. Not great, but I’m getting turned on again. My nipples pebble from the growing pleasure and he bends, flicking his tongue over first one, then the other, before sucking the left into his mouth fully.
“Holy fuck,” I cry, the sensation sending a pulse straight to my core. When my pussy clenches his cock a sound rumbles in his throat.
I run my hands over the smattering of chest hair on his pecs, down over his abs. I want to see and feel all of him. I want to cherish every moment of this, memorize it so I can play it over and over, the way it feels to have Lachlan inside me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He peppers kisses from my neck over my breasts. My body arches up into him. “I love you.” He grabs my hands, our fingers linking together beside my head. “I love you,” he confesses again, over and over as he makes love to me.
I want to dig my fingers into his back, but I can’t, so I squeeze his hands in mine.
“I love you,” I whisper back in the dark.
God, the dark. It’s always the dark with us isn’t it? A place to hide? A place to feel? The darkness is our safe haven where we can let our guard down.
“You feel so good, Dani. Better than I dreamed.” His lips brush my ear with every word.
“You’ve dreamed about this?” I voice softly.
He nods against me, his head buried into my neck. “More than I ever fucking should have.”
“Kiss me,” I beg, and he does.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth and I moan, because it’s like he’s making love to my mouth and my pussy at the same time. A little whimper echoes from my throat.
Letting my hands go, he rises up, gripping my hips. “God you feel like heaven and hell wrapped in one. You’re my sin and my salvation.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, and whisper a quiet, “Harder.”
He growls, obliging me. His hold on my hips is tight, I won’t be surprised if I bruise, but I can’t bring myself to care because it feels so good. The pain from before is completely gone, for now at least. I’m sure I’ll feel it later, but right now I’m so full of love, of passion, and something even deeper, that it feels like this is the closest thing I’ll get to heaven on Earth.
I feel the tide rising inside me. After two orgasms I didn’t think it would happen a third time, especially not with losing my virginity, but leave it to Lachlan to prove me wrong.
Biting down on my lip, I look up at him above me. “You’re going to make me come again,” I confess.
He reaches down to where our bodies meet and I jolt in surprise when he touches his fingers, now wet with my pleasure, to my clit and begins to rub it in circles.
I grind my hips into his, craving the friction as he pumps in and out, still rubbing that sensitive nub of nerves.
“Fuck, Dani, tell me you’re close. I’m going to come and I want you to come first.” His face is pinched and I know he’s holding back.
“Almost there,” I pant out.
And I am, with one last pump of his cock in and out I go over the edge, the orgasm more powerful than the previous two with him seated deep inside me. He stays there, his moans filling the air as his cock twitches inside me.
Neither of us move for a moment, catching our breath, letting the reality sink in around us.
Lachlan moves first, pulling out of me. His dick is still hard when he takes the condom off, padding over to the bathroom.
I take a breath, forcing myself up. It’s when I try to move that I realize how much my body has been through in the time since he carried me back here.
Getting up, I follow Lachlan into the bathroom.
He glances from the sink to me, but doesn’t say anything when I shut myself into the water c
loset to relieve myself. When I wipe the toilet paper is smeared with a little blood. Standing up, I flush the toilet, watching the last evidence of my virginity wash away. When I open the door, Lachlan is still standing by the sink. He holds out a fresh toothbrush. I take it silently and the two of brush our teeth side by side. Surprisingly, I don’t feel embarrassed standing beside him naked. I mean, I shouldn’t after what we did, but it feels like maybe I should be since no one has ever seen me naked like this before.
We spit into the sink at the same time, exchanging a smile.
He passes me a cup to rinse my mouth out with water and when I’m done he uses it to do the same.
Touching his fingers gingerly to my cheek, he lowers his head to mine. “Do you feel okay?”
If I assess certain parts of my body, no, but…
“I feel amazing,” and it isn’t a lie.
I feel on top of the world.
“Can you stay the night?” A look crosses his face, like it pains him that he has to ask that, that I’m not free to do what I want.
I nod. Before I asked him to dance I’d gotten a text from Sage saying he was staying at his friends and would be home tomorrow afternoon, or today, I had no idea what time it was.
“Good.” Lachlan smiles, taking my hand and tugging me back to his bed.
We fix our bodies under the covers and we both jolt in fright when the noise of the TV comes back on in the other room.
Blowing out a breath, Lachlan shoves his fingers through his hair. “Zeppelin must’ve rolled onto the remote.”
The countdown begins and I smile at him.
“Ten, nine, eight…”
Lachlan tugs me closer to his body, and I throw my leg over his.
“Seven, six, five…”
He rubs his nose against mine.
“Four, three, two, one!”
He kisses me, gripping my chin between his right thumb and forefinger, his left hand draped over my bare hip.
Cheering sounds from the other room and he presses a tender, loving kiss to my nose.
“Happy New Year, Dani.”
Chapter Fifty
When I wake in the morning, I’m using Lachlan’s bicep as a pillow. My face is nuzzled right against his chest in the little dip there that’s like it was made for only me. Neither of us dressed and I feel every inch of his naked body against mine. My core clenches and I stifle a whimper because I’m incredibly sore there. It’s expected, but damn I feel like I need to ice myself and that doesn’t sound pleasant at all.
I trace my finger around one of the pads of his brownish-pink nipples.
He makes some sort of sleepy noise in his throat.
Cracking his eyes open, he smiles. “Morning, beautiful.”
Something in my chest eases at his carefree demeanor.
“Morning,” I whisper back.
I know there’s still so much between us, things we need to talk about after what transpired last night, but right now I want to enjoy waking up with him.
He wraps an arm around me, his hand curling above the curve of my ass.
I trace his lips with my finger. “What are you thinking?”
He grabs my hand, placing a gentle kiss on the tender flap of skin between my thumb and index finger. “How I wish I could wake up to you in my bed like this every day.” His eyes darken steadily. “I want you to know last night was the best fucking night of my life but it doesn’t change the facts.”
“I know.” I try to tug my hand back, but he doesn’t let go. He kisses it again, this time the meaty part of my palm beneath my pinky.
He locks our fingers together, laying our joined hands on the mattress between us. “I won’t feel guilty for loving you like I do, Dani. I won’t … I’m not going to torture myself over it any longer. It fucking kills me I can’t love you in the open, like you deserve, but for right now this has to be enough.”
“It is,” I rush to say. I’ll take this over not having him any day. I tighten my hand around his. “Love is enough.”
He stares back at me. “I hope so.” He looks me over. “You don’t regret last night, do you?”
“Lachlan.” I give a small laugh. “Are you serious right now?”
His cheeks redden, the color spreading across his nose and making the dusting of freckles there more noticeable. “I’m sorry.” He releases my hand, gripping my hip instead. “I need to know you’re okay.”
I lay my hand against his jaw, staring into his eyes so he hears every word and sees the honesty in my eyes. “I’m more than okay, Lachlan.” He opens his mouth and I place my palm against it. “Don’t you dare ask me if I’m sure.”
I feel him smile beneath my hand before I drop it.
I clasp my hands beneath my head, staring at him. I can’t help myself. I get so few opportunities to look at him the way I want. His black lashes curl against his cheeks as he blinks, his lips parted slightly with even breaths. Up this close I see every fleck of color in his blue hues, from dashes of green to sprinkles of gold.
“What are you looking at me like that for?” His voice is husky and he pulls the covers up over our bodies, covering our shoulders from where it’d fallen down.
“Because you’re mine,” I answer back, reminded of another conversation we had.
He gives me a playful smile. “I’m yours, huh? Does that make you mine?”
“I’ve been yours, Lachlan, from the moment you moved your entire office for me.”
“That long?” He arches a dark brow.
“That’s when you collected the first piece of my heart. But with your kindness, and caring, I’ve given you more and more without even realizing until I’m certain the whole thing is here now.” I place my hand on his chest, beneath the steadily beating drum of his heart.
He puts his hand over mine. “If yours is here then mine…” he takes that big hand of his, putting it in the same place on my body where mine is on his. “…is right here.” Zeppelin lets out a bark and Lachlan curses. “Fuck, he needs to go out. I’ll be back. You stay here.”
I hold the sheet against my breasts with my forearm, watching him slide out of bed. A small noise leaves me at the sight of his perfectly shaped ass. Everything about him is perfect. He pulls on his boxers and disappears into his closet, emerging in thick sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and beanie.
“I’ll be back.”
I give him a nod in answer, listening to him speak to Zeppelin and the sounds of a leash going on and then his coat.
“Stay warm,” he calls out to me.
“I will!”
The door clicks closed and I roll over, burying my face into the pillow that smells like him. A huge, ear-splitting smile, takes over my face and I giggle.
Rolling onto my back I cover my face with my hands.
Last night … that happened. It was real. Every touch, kiss, moan … all of it.
I spread my arms wide.
I’m in Lachlan Taylor’s bed.
I’m naked in Lachlan Taylor’s bed
I had sex with my guidance counselor.
With the man I’ve grown to know over the last few months.
The man my heart yearns for.
The man I love.
The sound of the shower wakes me and I realize I dozed off while Lachlan was out walking the dog. Stifling a yawn, I sit up, seeing steam across the bathroom mirror. Slipping from the bed, naked as the day I was born, I walk into it. The tiles are cool beneath my feet.
I bite my lip when I look over at the glass walled rain shower.
The glass is fogged over, but I still see the outline of his tall frame. His head is bent forehead, the water cascading over him. One hand on the glass, the other…
Oh, fuck.
I bite my lip, my body flushing because he’s stroking his cock. He doesn’t know I’m awake or that I’ve come in here. He makes a noise, a deep groan. It propels me forward and I step around his clothes on the floor to open the door.
He turns his head sharply, his eyes bri
ght with lust. My nipples pebble beneath his stare. My feet pad across the wet tiles, one little step at a time.
“Dani,” he groans deeply, still stroking his cock.
“Lachlan.” I place my hands on his hips, then move them up over his stomach until they stop on his shoulders. I rest my head against his back, feeling his ragged breaths. I can tell he feels unsure, his hand slowing, but I whisper, “Don’t stop, I want to watch.”
His eyes flash over his shoulder at me and I let go, taking a step back as he turns around completely.
He keeps moving, forcing me to move until my back is pressed against the glass enclosure. He places one of his massive hands beside my head. I allow my eyes to drop for only a millisecond, taking in the length of his member jutting from his body, so big as his hand moves up and down, twisting around the tip.
His lips graze mine as he says, “You want to watch me stroke myself while I think of you, don’t you, Dani?” His voice is a rugged growl that sends pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes.”
He gives a husky chuckle. “I like you watching.”
I bite my lip as he moves away, still in front of me but with his back against the tiled wall. He leans his head against it, eyes closed. He strokes himself faster, harder. A small whimper leaves me and I cup my small breasts, twisting my nipples. Despite my soreness, I feel my pussy getting wet. I don’t think my body could handle his cock right now, but it doesn’t mean I can’t orgasm.
My hand slides down over my stomach, droplets of water pelting me. My fingers find the sensitive nerves and I’ve barely begun to rub my clit when he growls out a forceful, “No.”
I blink at him. “No?” I still rub myself, biting my lip to hold in a moan.
“No.” I let my hand fall away, looking at him in surprise.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to touch you, baby. But you wanted to watch me touch myself, so watch.”
I can barely swallow, my heart beating so fast it’s a roar in my ears.
Lachlan watches me as I watch him. Viewing him fuck himself is a vision to behold. He’s so tall, muscular, a thing of beauty—and witnessing pleasure overtake him makes the sight before me all the better.
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