A delicious thrill ran through me as Lochlan stared at my body with hungry eyes. Only a day had gone by since our coupling in the chapel, but my need for him was not diminished. That frantic, stolen moment had only whetted my appetite, reminding me of how good it could be between us, and for the first time in a very long time, we could take our time and fully enjoy one another.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his jaw flexing with the effort of speaking those words. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the sheets, and I could not wait for them to do the same around my hips. "I don't want to take advantage of you. Tonight has been a lot."

I crawled toward him, straddled his lap, and pulled his shirt over his head. The rigid edge of his cock pressed against my naked center, through his gray sweatpants, and I rocked back and forth on it, the delicious friction making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Hands around the back of his neck, I ground down again and earned a sharp hiss through his teeth. For some reason, he still fought against this. The inevitable.

"Lochlan," I said in his ear, nipping at the lobe. "Reach between us. Touch your sweatpants."

He obeyed, and his eyes flew to meet mine as he found the damp spot left behind by my desire. Whatever tether binding him snapped, and he wrapped my long hair in one hand and pulled my head back—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to force me to arch my back to find relief, putting my breasts in the perfect position for his mouth.

"You're so fucking perfect, Millie," Lochlan said, swirling his tongue around a taut bud.

Teeth raked over the sensitive tip, but he never closed his lips around it fully. Just torturous teasing until I whimpered in frustration. Rather than give me what I wanted, he swapped breasts, placing his free hand on my lower back and tightening his grip on my hair. I could do nothing but drop my arms to my side and grab onto his thighs.

"P-please," I panted as the ache built between my legs.

"Please what?" Lochlan pushed my head forward so I could see his dark head latched onto my breasts. Looking through his lashes, he grinned around a nipple, his tongue flicking over the nub as he waited for me to answer.

"Lochlan," I groaned in frustration.

"Millie," he purred back, refusing to budge. He grabbed my hip to stop me from rocking against him. "You know how much I like it when you tell me what you want."

"Please, suck—Fuck!" I shouted as he closed his mouth and sucked so hard I saw stars. The tension coiling in my stomach pulled tight, and I almost came.

"See, all you had to do was ask."

Any other time, I would fire off a sassy remark, but my skin was alive, sparking everywhere he touched, and I would do whatever he asked if it meant one of those sparks caught fire. He lowered me onto my back, kept my legs open, and pressed my thighs to the mattress.

"I missed this gorgeous pussy," he said, thumb stroking slowly over my clit. My spine arched as my body sought more. Lochlan grinned, immediately knowing what I wanted. "It's always so greedy. But then, so am I."

Without warning, he lowered his head between my legs, and I cried out as his tongue took over for his thumb. I gasped and moaned and completely came undone as he devoured me, and still it wasn't enough... not until he drove his fingers inside me, hooking them to hit that perfect spot.

"Oh god, oh god," I repeated, pushing against the crown of his head because he wouldn't stop. Pain mingled with the pleasure, but before I told him I couldn't take anymore, another orgasm took root, curling my toes, straightening my legs, and stealing the air from my lungs.

He placed fervent kisses along my thigh and down my calf, raising my leg into the air and resting it on his shoulder as he sat back on his knees. Moisture covered his face, shining in the city lights pouring through the windows.

Holding my gaze, he pushed his pants down, freeing his cock. I licked my lips as it sprang free, and came up to my elbows, desperate to lick the pearlescent drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip, but Lochlan pressed me back onto the bed.

"You asked me to show you how much I love you," he said, grabbing the base of his cock when he was certain I wouldn't try to get up again. "Let me show you."

Unintelligible words poured out of my mouth as he slid his dick through my wet center, coating himself for what was to come. I wasn't even sure he needed it; I was so wet for him.

Lochlan gripped my leg, feeding himself into me one slow inch at a time. I knew what he's doing. Savoring this after being forced to rush through our most recent times together, but right now, I didn't want slow. I wanted forceful and fast and above all; I wanted him to leave marks on me. Marks that claimed me as his and his alone.

But in this position, I couldn't do anything to speed him along. I'm trapped under the weight of the hand he splayed over the middle of my stomach, his long fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts. Forced to do nothing but lay still and feel the perfect, almost painful stretch of my pussy pulling him in.

A sigh escaped his mouth as he bottomed out. Full length buried inside of me, he dropped my leg, letting it slide to the side as he leaned forward, pressing his chest against mine and taking my mouth with his. I opened to him, sucking on his tongue the way he sucked on my nipples and clit, grabbing him by the back of his head, and putting everything I felt into my kiss.

I broke the kiss and cupped his cheeks. "I love you, Lochlan."

The intensity in his gaze deepened with joy. "You're not just saying that because my awesome dick is inside of you?"

A laugh escaped. His comment was so unexpected, and so much like the charismatic man I met at the coffee shop. A sharp thrust stole my humor, and I clapped my hands over his ass, pulling at him to drive him deeper.

"I mean—" I tried to find my words as his hips moved against me in a steady rhythm. "That's definitely part of it."

And then there was no more talking. Lochlan continued to rock against me, dragging his pelvic bone against my clit on each upstroke. The pace was slow but punishing, stroking the perfect spot each time but never lingering long enough to send me over the edge. It was a steady march toward oblivion, and just when I was about to open my mouth and plead for more, he withdrew completely and slammed back down.

"Again," I said, clawing at his back as he pumped into me, the force of his thrusts sliding us up the bed and into the headboard. It banged against the wall, no doubt broadcasting our activities to the entire house, but even if everyone walked into this room right now, I wouldn't let Lochlan stop.

He peeled himself off me and pushed my knees to my chest. One stroke at this new angle, and I came, legs trembling in his hands.

"I can feel every pulse around my cock," Lochlan grunted, every syllable punctuated by the lewd slapping of flesh. His fingers curled beside my head as he fought against his need to come.

"Come inside me."

Instead, Lochlan dropped my legs and picked me up. He remained on his knees, but I straddled him the way I had in the beginning, only this time nothing separated his cock from my pussy. I circled my hips, loving the way he twitched inside of me, growing harder with every pass.

"That's it, baby," he said, kissing me and leaning back to rest on his thighs so I could get better leverage. "Work yourself on me."

I was spent after two mind blowing orgasms, but the fire in his eyes spurred me on. I rode him, rolling my hips and grinding into him until my legs shook. When the first spasm wracked me, he let loose a string of filthy words and wrapped his arms around my waist, jutting up into me. His cock pulsed as my pussy clamped around it, and I felt the first spurt of warmth fill me as my body went limp with pleasure.

Lochlan rolled to his side, taking me with him. I glanced between us and grinned. "We made a big mess."

He chuckled, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Sounds like we need to have shower sex to get all cleaned up."

"Oh, I'm going to need a second, then."

"That means I did it right." He's quiet for a long minute. "Did you mean it?"

I didn't have to ask what he was referring to. "Yes. I love you. Every part of you."

I squealed as he jumped from the bed and scooped me up in his arms. Kicking off the pants leg that was still around one of his ankles, he marched across the bedroom and into the bathroom. Setting me in the middle of the shower, he twisted the knobs, filling the large space with steaming hot water before joining me. His cock was already at half mast.

"Guess you'll have to show me."