Page 59 of Princess of Pride
He swoops down and kisses my lips, plunging his tongue in and swirling it with mine until I nearly lose my breath again. As soon as my mouth starts to tingle, he kisses a path to my breast and devours my nipple. Sucking, twisting, flicking it with his tongue and his finger, biting it, and sucking it again. He alternates between each, giving them the same sweet torture. I’m sore and sensitive in the best way. I’m also writhing under him again, panting for air.
Something builds deep in my core, begging to be released.This isn’t how it felt the one time I tried to get myself off when I was drunk. What’s growing inside me now feels bigger, monstrous, like a dragon ready to scorch me from within.
“Lachlan, I need…” Dragon something. Fire. Hot.
“Told you you’d beg,” he murmurs across my breasts.
I don’t even care that he’s right.
“Tell me what you need?”
I buck my hips.
“Ahh.” He kisses my lips and slides his hand down my stomach and slips it into my panties.
“Bloody hell, you’re soaked.” He bites my bottom lip then kisses a path to my sensitive nipple, feasting again.
At the same time, he rubs his hand against my core, then works his thumb over my clit, drawing a needy squeal from my lips.
I’ve never been able to get this far, never had a guy’s—let alone a man’s—hand touching my bare sex. I assumed I’d be shyer, but there’s no room for that when I want this dragon in me unleashed more than I want to breathe.
Lachlan’s thumb and hand press against me, but it’s me doing the rubbing, working to achieve this climax I suddenly can’t live without.
So close. So close.
“Lachlan,” I grate in frustration.
He sucks hard on my nipple and shoves a finger inside me, pumping it in and out, filling an area I’ve never had penetrated. His thumb hits my clit with each thrust. My insides clench in warning and then I’m screaming and flying over the edge to a place I haven’t soared.
I’ve just come down from the high when Lachlan lifts my upper body and pushes a pillow under my back and head. I go like a rag doll, fluttering my eyelids but not opening them from sheerexhaustion.
Is he pampering me?
“We’re not done.” He pins my hands above my head again, and the mattress dips with his weight around my upper torso. I don’t feel him against me—until I do. He rubs something wet between my cleavage then his big warm hands squeeze my breasts together like the tightest bra ever.
He groans and the bed rocks. I force my heavy lids open and find Lachlan on his knees with his dick pinched between my big breasts as he thrusts back and forth.
“Watch me, Emery. I want your eyes on me while I fuck these beautiful tits.”
My mouth dries. This is beyond anything I could have imagined. The way his face contorts with pleasure and his abs flex when he moves has desire thrumming through me again. How?
“Put your hands on your tits and hold them together like I’m doing,” he instructs.
I have to keep my elbows out because of his knees, but I obey, dutifully. One incredible orgasm, and I’m his puppet. In this moment, anyway.
I push my boobs together, surprised by how at ease I am with touching myself and doing this, considering I’m naked and he’s fucking the two things that have embarrassed me for most of my life.
He says something in Gaelic that sounds like a praise. To my surprise, he rubs my nipples and plays with them as he thrusts between my tightly squeezed breasts—somehow without crushing me.
Desire rushes back into me like a tsunami wave. The sight of him losing control while he teases and pinches my nipples blows my mind. This is Lachlan, the rigid all-work-no-play-alpha-hole. Only in this moment, he’s an erotic pleasure god who’s all about give and take.
The fact that I can stir this reaction in him, literally bring him to his knees, does crazy things to my confidence and libido.
He licks his fingers then rolls my nipples between the dampness, watching me as I watch him. His hooded eyes and parted lips make me wish that mouth was back on my body. It’s hard to keep my eyes open with the desire coursing through me.
“Uh-uh, Emery,” Lachlan chastises softly. “Watch me come.”
He puts his hands over mine, pushing my boobs together tighter and thrusting faster. He groans and his jaw goes slack, his eyes closing for the briefest moment, then he’s oozing on my chest and neck.
