Loch bent down between her legs and pushed her skirt up. Her round, sweet ass was exposed to him, and he leaned in and nipped at one buttock. “You ever been tongued on a mushroom before, Taylor?”
“Oh, god,” she breathed, and he saw her hands go to the edge of the mushroom cap, white-knuckling in anticipation. “No, I haven’t.”
“Good.” He felt a surge of satisfaction at the thought of claiming her here. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her slippery, wet pussy, and she jerked under him, crying out. She was hot and slick, her folds damp with arousal. He held her thighs apart with his hands and licked her slowly, dragging his tongue over every fold, enjoying the taste of her. She was delicious, musky and sweet, and every time his tongue moved over her, he could feel her thighs quiver in response.
He pushed her forward a little more, and the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. She moaned and cried out. “Loch! Oh, god, how are you so good at that?”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Enthusiasm?”
“God bless enthusiasm,” she breathed. Her words turned into another moan when he pushed a finger inside her core, testing her readiness. Taylor pushed back against him, trying to ride his hand. “More, Loch. Give me more.”
“Patience,” he murmured, and drove his finger into her again, thrusting like he wanted to with his aching cock. She gave another little squeal, her body jerking, and he added another finger, pumping roughly into her, enjoying the feeling of her tight sheath hugging his fingers, the wet noises her body made when he thrust into her. She was his. All of this was for him, and he was going to take it like the greedy bastard he was.
His cock ached madly, reminding him that he wanted to bury more than just his fingers into her tight pussy. He reluctantly removed his hand from her, caressing her ass one more time before getting to his feet.
She glanced back at him, panting, her hair in her face. “Condom now?”
“Condom now,” he agreed, pulling one out of his wallet and unzipping his trousers. He pulled them down just far enough to free his cock, and then rolled the sheath down his length. He needed to be inside her, needed to be filling her with his length, hearing her scream his name and feeling every twitch of her body.
Loch moved forward, settling his thighs against the backs of hers. She arched on top of the mushroom, pushing her ass into the air, and he took his cock in hand and dragged it through her wet folds, slicking the condom-covered length with her juices.
“You tease,” she breathed, wiggling against him as he did it again.
“So impatient. Don’t worry. I’m going to give you what you want.” He gripped one of her buttocks, pulling her body open for him, and eased the tip of his cock into her.
She gasped and moved under him, trying to get him in deeper.
Impatient little thing. She wanted him hard and fast? He’d give it to her, then. Grinning, Loch thrust deep. She made that soft, choking noise of delight that he loved, and he leaned over her and began to pump into her with hard, regular strokes. She was his, and with each thrust of his cock into her body, he cemented that.
His woman.
His soon-to-be wife.
It was time to stake his claim. Forget all these idiots fawning over her at the convention. He was going to ask her to marry him this weekend, he decided.
She’d be his and then everything would fall into place.
Taylor moaned softly under him, and he felt her body clench around him, felt the hot vise of her pussy grow tighter around his cock as she came. He pushed into her again, thrusting harder, until his own orgasm ratcheted through him with blazing force.
Let them look at her all they wanted; she was his.
Chapter Twelve
Loch was up to something, Taylor decided the next morning. She crossed her legs and ate a bowl of cereal on the hotel’s plush sofa, glancing idly at a program of the day’s events. Loch sat nearby, texting furiously on his phone. When she’d asked him what he was up to? He’d just grunted at her. A few times, he’d gone out to take a call on the balcony.
It had been going on all morning.
She watched him, curious. Was he planning some sort of surprise getaway again? She felt a little twinge of excitement at that, and then a follow-up twinge of guilt when she thought about how Sigmund would take it. But really? Being offline the last few days? She’d been so utterly relaxed.
Of course, incredible sex last night with Loch had helped.
They’d made love in the Kerru Forest room. She’d gouged the hell out of that plastic mushroom with her nails, but, god, it had been worth it. They’d fumbled to rearrange her clothing long enough to make it back to their hotel room, where they’d continued what they’d started. How many times had they made love last night? She tried to count. At least four—no wait, five. She’d initiated sex in the middle of the night because she’d woken up and his big, yummy thigh was pressed between hers and she’d wanted to jump his bones. He’d been happy to comply.
Normally, Taylor exhausted her boyfriends. Well, maybe exhausted was the wrong word. She just tended to throw herself headlong into everything she loved, and sex was definitely on that list. Her sex drive was normally higher than those she dated, but she was thrilled that Loch seemed willing—and able—to match her. The fact that he was really damn good at sex? Definitely a big, whopping mark in the plus column.
Now if he would just stop being sneaky. He glanced over at Taylor and she thrust her lower lip out in a pout.
“What is it?” he asked, reaching out to caress her knee.