Page 117 of First Chance

My pointer finger enters her tight opening, and the feeling makes my entire body shutter in pleasure, my eyes closing in a fucking trance. She’s perfect.

“That’s one,” I inform her raspily, struggling to hold it together.

“More,” she breathes roughly.

“Two.” My middle finger joins the first, slowly easing into the space so I don’t startle her. Or, hurt her.

“That feels so good,” she cries, tugging on my hair as I start pumping in and out of her, slowly.

“You feel so damn good, Jo. I’m not even inside of you and my cock’s never been so hard in my life. Feeling you wrapped around my fingers is making me crazy.”

My praise makes her whimper, and it only drives me mad. I rub her inner walls until her hips start twitching and then I find her clit with my mouth again, sucking and licking ituntil she’s bucking off the mattress.

“Yes, baby. You’re fucking close. Let me have it.”

“I can’t, I can’t.” Her head whips side to side on the mattress, and I know she’s holding onto her last little bit of control.

“Scream my name, Jo. Tell the whole fucking mountain who’s making you cum,” I demand, fucking her with my fingers and groaning against her clit as her walls tighten around me.

“Yes… Yes… LOCHLAN, YES!” She screams, exploding around my fingers as her thighs clamp my head. Her climax rocks her intensely, and I’m right there with her, the breath stalling in my chest as if it were my own release.

I kiss her tender flesh until her muscles relax and her legs fall heavily onto my shoulders. I kiss my way up her thighs, and my lips don’t leave her skin until I fall to the bed beside her, where she curls into my chest.

Her warm breath fans over my skin, and I think she might fall asleep, until I feel a trickle of wetness.

“What’s wrong?” I cup her cheek, tilting her face upward. Her eyelashes are wet with tears. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask again, swiping the wetness away from her cheek with my thumb.

“Nothing, I’m fine. That was just intense. I’m all jittery and I don’t know… Overwhelmed.” She laughs softly, sniffling.

“Have you ever orgasmed before? By yourself?”

“Not like that. I think I’ve been doing it wrong if that’s how it’s supposed to feel,” she huffs in amusement.

“There’s no right or wrong way.”

“That seemed like the right way.”

“Sometimes,” I begin, my hand traveling down the length of her stomach to her clit. She gasps when my fingers startcircling her sensitive nub. “It can be a slow build-up, almost lazy.”

Her mouth finds mine, breathing against me while I pepper her softly with my lips, kissing her through her pleasure.

“You feel it in your stomach, warming you up, and making you feel weightless.” She moans her response, clutching my neck desperately.

“There’s no rush.” I move my fingers down, dipping into her tightness to prolong her torture and tease her. “Sometimes sitting right on the edge of your release is better than tipping over.”

Her nails dig into my throat, and a smile tilts my lips. My eager seductress doesn’t seem to agree with me.

“Do you want to cum, again, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she mumbles, her eyes squeezing shut tighter when my slick fingers return to her clit.

“What was that?” My hand works her rapidly, demanding her orgasm from her.

“YES!” She screams from her throat, letting go completely before slumping back into my chest. I kiss her forehead, wrapping her in my arms.

“I think you’ve changed my life,” she breathes against me raggedly. “Can an orgasm change your life?”

“Yeah, darlin’. It can.” I kiss her forehead again.

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