I could just make out the hungry look in Locke’s eyes before he closed the distance, pulling me into another heated kiss. This wasn’t like the night of the vow renewal. We’d been strangers back then. Everything was different now. The feelings. The way my heart thundered in my chest.
This wasn’t just sex with some random one-night stand.
This was Locke.
MyLocke?
“Can I take this off you?” he asked. I nodded, eagerly helping him get my shirt over my head. As we undressed each other, every touch felt heightened. It all meant more, somehow.
“Was that just your stomach growling?” he said, shooting me a cheeky grin.
I laughed. “No,” I lied.
It growled again as my legs bumped up against the bed, but food was the absolute last thing on my mind as Locke sank to his knees in front of me, hands on my waist. I let my fingers feather through his dark hair as he regarded my belly, gently turning me left and right, admiring.
My pulse stuttered.
There was barely anything to see there. But you wouldn’t have known that from the look of sheeraweon Locke’s face.
He pressed a kiss near my belly button, tilting up to look at me, those gray eyes like glass in the soft light. “You’re beautiful.”
“So you keep saying. But pretty soon my stomach is going to be sticking out so far, I won’t be able to see my feet.”
“You’ll always be beautiful,” he insisted, nudging me back onto the bed. I sat down, catching my lip between my teeth, trying to keep my breathing steady as anticipation coursed through me. He took my knees in his hands, slowly spreading my legs as he kissed both joints. Then he worked his way up my thighs. I shivered as his facial hair tickled my skin. By the time he reached that space between my thighs, my chest was heaving.
“Locke,” I gasped.
“Yes?”
“Please,” was all I could manage. And when he pressed his lips to my clit, my head dropped back with a groan. I flopped backagainst the comforter, bursts of pure pleasure sparking like stars behind my eyes.
Locke took his time, experimenting with different techniques, figuring out just how to drive me crazy with his tongue on my clit, finally settling on alternating between flicking and sucking. He worked me toward a frenzy, and I was just about to reach my peak when he abruptly backed off.
“Locke,” I groaned, sinking my hand into his hair. “Don’t tease me.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“You,” I gasped. “Ugh…” My hips bucked against his tongue, chasing my release. “Just you. Please.”
“Say it,” he growled, the sound rumbling through me, tightening the coils of pleasure in my gut.
“Fuck me,” I begged, and Locke did, flattening his tongue against my clit and sinking two fingers into me, pumping in and out as I moaned his name. I came undone in a trembling mess.
The orgasm dragged on for what felt like forever, and I gasped, latching onto Locke and clinging tightly as he crawled up my body. Sparks of rich sensation continued to ricochet down my legs, but there was something else there too. A needier hunger. I reached for his cock, guiding it between my legs. “Fuck me,” I repeated, cradling him between my thighs. God, I wanted him. I wanted to be filled. I wanted to hear him gasping my name as he chased his own orgasm.
Locke started moving, slowly at first. But I didn’t want to go slowly. I moaned, responding to that coiling pressure inside meagain. I wanted fast. I wanted hot. I wanted…I latched tighter onto his shoulders, flicking my hips to meet his thrusts.
Locke got the hint, speeding up, the bed creaking beneath us as he sank into me, a little deeper with each thrust. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations rocket through me, letting his panting breaths fill my ear, and then, suddenly, another orgasm surged through me.
“Oh,oh!” I shouted as the pleasure overwhelmed me and my mind went fuzzy.
Locke grunted, his hips stilling as his own orgasm took over. When he slumped against me, I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, determined to hold him as close as possible.
Gradually, our breathing evened out, and Locke rolled us, clutching me to his chest, leaving soft kisses along my brow as the weight of post-coital bliss dragged me into sleep.
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LOCKE
