Lachlan’s words tip me over the edge as his fingers continue curling inside of me. My body trembles as I slow myself down.
“The sounds you make,” he shakes his head, “So f*****g perfect.”
I lean my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath as he slowly slides my bra strap down my right shoulder, making sure his fingers graze my skin with a feather-light touch. My body feels like every sensation is amplified after that orgasm, and even his touch is sending shock waves through my core.
“You make me feel like a different man,” he whispers, trailing his lips in delicate kisses from the crook of my neck down my arm. “Like I can be myself around you. I can be confident,” his mouth connects with my n****e, sucking and biting the hardened bud. “You are independent, but you allow me to d
