She moaned and squirmed against him, desperate, and he felt those exciting, dangerous nails of hers dig into his shirt. He loved it when she marked up his back. It was just a sign of how insatiable she was when aroused, and he loved driving her to the point of madness. It made him feel like a fucking king.
And he needed that after the week of self-doubt he’d had. He hated that he’d suddenly started questioning everything about himself. That he felt uncertain, and out of his element. Maybe everything could be as easily solved as the problem of Taylor’s reticence. He just needed to trust himself more and ask questions—and more than anything, go after what he wanted.
Right now? He wanted the woman in his arms screaming his name.
“I’m taking this shirt off,” Loch murmured, and then licked her fabric-covered nipple.
She arched her back. “That sounds like the best fucking idea I’ve heard all day.”
His hands moved up her sides, rucking the shirt up until her breasts were exposed. Ah, damn. No wonder her breasts jiggled so enticingly—she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was nothing but naked, sweet swells of flesh under the shirt. He made a sound of approval and nipped at the tip of one breast. “Hello, my lovelies. I’ve missed you so.”
She giggled, the sound sweet to his ears. “They’ve missed you, too.”
“Then allow me to lavish them with attention,” he murmured. He took one nipple in his mouth and began to tease it with tongue and teeth. Her skin was incredibly soft, her breasts full, and he took his sweet time playing with both of them, one hand coaxing one nipple while his mouth worked the other. Below him, Taylor moaned and writhed, her nails digging into his shirt as he made love to her breasts.
Each time he tongued her skin, she responded with increasing enthusiasm, until she was practically undulating under him, unable to keep still. The soft cries she was making were driving him wild, and his cock was aching fiercely in his pants, to the point that he was regretting their pants stay on deal. Time of the month or no, he wanted to push into her tight warmth and bury himself in her body.
But if he couldn’t do that, he was determined to make her wild with need.
While he continued to kiss and tongue the sweet peak of one breast, his hand moved to the vee of her legs, covered by the baggy pajama pants she was wearing.
She stiffened and pushed his hand away. “Pants on!”
“I don’t plan on removing them,” he murmured, then pressed his mouth to her nipple again. “But I can touch you through them, can’t I?”
She moaned a response that didn’t sound like a no to him, and so he pressed his hand there, cupping her mound. He could feel the vague shape of her folds through the layers of fabric, and so he positioned a finger against them and then rubbed hard.
Taylor gasped and clung to him. “Oh, god.”
That was more like it. He rubbed again, hard, taking care to try and press down against all the spots he thought might be a bit more sensitive. She pushed back against his hand, her body insistent, and he dragged his tongue over her breast even as his hand worked her pussy.
Her hips bucked against him over and over, and she started to pant his name. Loch rubbed against her harder, wanting to give her the friction she needed to get off. He worked her with his fingers over the fabric, making sure to rub against her clit. A moment later, she gave a sharp cry and stiffened under him, and he felt a surge of satisfaction as a dazed expression crossed her pretty face.
“Feel good?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her soft breast.
She moaned something that sounded like an answer.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He nuzzled the swells of her magnificent breasts, because even though she’d come, he was still randy himself, his cock aching against the increasingly tight fabric of his pants. Might be time for a cold shower—or a quick jerk-off session there, if nothing else.
Then she wriggled under him, squirming aside until she was sitting up on the couch next to him. He sat back, watching her as she tugged her shirt down and pushed tousled hair off her face. “I feel stupid,” she breathed.
“Why?”
“Because we could have been doing that all week instead of me pushing you away.”
He laughed. “Never get between a man and his hard-on. We’re creative sorts.”
“Mmm, I’ll say.” The look on her face grew decidedly sultry and she slid her body up against him where he was seated upright on the couch. Her hand went to his groin and she caressed his cock. “My turn to play now?”
“If you like.” He didn’t want to push her into it, but the thought of her handling him like he’d done to her just moments ago? It made his dick ache even more.
“Oh, I like.” A teasing little smile curved her mouth. Her fingers danced along the clothed ridge of his cock. “There’s so much of it to like.”
He exhaled slowly, leaning back on the couch. “Shall I let you do with me as you please, then?”
Her eyes brightened with excitement. “Can I?”
As if she had to ask. “Absolutely.”
She licked her lips and smiled at him, and then reached for the zipper of his pants. “We said pants on, but we didn’t say they had to be buttoned, did we?”
The little minx. “No, we didn’t.” He shifted in his seat, spreading his thighs apart slightly so he could give her more room to play. He loved that she took it upon herself to push the boundaries. That was part of what made her so exciting in bed.
She wiggled her fingers along his zipper, then slowly edged it down, revealing his boxers and the bulge underneath them. “Look at that. Someone’s pleased to see me.”