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I swallowed, suddenly much more aware of how he was watching me.

“You’re making it hard to think.”

A pleased little rumble came from his chest. “Come on, you can do it.”

I closed my eyes. “I can feel you everywhere. Your hands, your mouth, your body behind me…” I began. “And knowing you’re watching me do this is making me lose my mind.”

I reached back between us, formed my index and middle fingers into a V, and pressed them against the sides of his dick. That earned me a deep rumble in his chest.

“Remembering your teeth nibbling my clit and watching your tongue sink into my pussy will always make it easy for me to come on my own fingers,” I said, panting. “And I like thinking about how my walls clench around you when I come.”

I rocked against the heel of my palm, pleasure building steadily as every sensation began to blur together. I was once again at that sweet tipping point.

Lachlan groaned.

“Fuck, I like hearing what’s in that head of yours. I’ll give you enough filthy memories that you’ll think of me every time you make yourself come.”

His cock continued sliding in and out of me while his fingers played with my nipple.

Then his hand left my breast, followed by the soft click of something opening behind me.

“Keep touching yourself.”

His voice sank lower, rough and unmistakably commanding beside my ear.

“If you stop, I stop.”

I kept rocking my hips.

A second later, something cool touched the cleft of my ass.

My breath caught.

Gel.

His slick fingertip slowly circled my tight opening.

I stopped moving, and my hand fell away.

Lachlan growled beside my ear.

“What did I say?”

I immediately returned my finger and started stroking my clit again.

“Aye. That’s my good girl.”

His finger continued circling the opening.

Then came gentle pressure.

My body tightened.

“Easy.”

He pressed a little more, and I clenched.

“No, Mouse. Relax.”