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“I like seeing your hands on me,” I tell him as he touches my thighs, then my stomach.
“It’s like we’re of one mind,” he says as he cups my pussy.
I laugh, then free him from his pants and underwear.My stomach flutters when I see his arousal.I circle him with my hand slowly stroking him and he groans.“Don’t play with your food, love.”
“My food?Oh…you mean this?This other thing I imagined doing in your office?”I lower myself to my knees and pull the tip of his cock into my mouth.
“My siren…I can’t let you do that,” he says through clenched teeth.“Stop before I lose it.”He pulls away but puts his hands on my shoulders to keep me on my knees.“There will be time for this in the future.”He traces the tip of his cock across my lips.“I’ll leave a drop of myself to mark the spot.”
He touches his fingers to his lips.“Just you marked your spot on me.”
Though my body is satiated from my orgasms, what he did makes me want him again.
He draws me to my feet, then walks me backward to the bed.
“Come here,” I say, patting my abdomen.“I want to have you skin-to-skin.”
“Be patient, love.”Locke opens a drawer by the bed and takes out a condom, quickly rolling it on, then he joins me on the bed, settling between my legs.
He’s solid, his weight holding me in place.
“Look at me, Salem.”
I look at him as the tip of his cock nudges me.
“You can have all of me.Forever.”
My heart trembles along with my body.I know what the meaning behind his words.
I touch the sides of his face.“Then give me what’s mine.”
Chapter Eleven
Salem
Lockeeasesintome,his thick cock stretching me.I don’t feel uncomfortable, just full.His rhythm is slow and measured.
“Perfection,” he says.
His hard body rocks against mine.The way he looks at me like he thinks this is pure magic makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world that has ever and will ever matter to him.
His fingers grip my hips as he moves and the pressure of him, the hardness of him drives me toward pleasure again.My body reaches for it, for that beautiful destination as Locke utters a groan, finding his release at the same time I do.
It rockets my body into a state of pleasure I didn’t know it was capable of.
“You’re right.Perfection,” I say.
“Because you’re my siren,” he murmurs as he relaxes onto me.
His.I feel complete.Home.I’m where I belong.Maybe I do believe in fate.
We lie together until we catch our breath, then Locke reluctantly gets up.When he returns, I catch a whiff of minty toothpaste on his breath.
I sit up, intending to get dressed, but he climbs into bed and pulls me into his arms.“Don’t leave.Let me stay with the dream for a while longer.”
“Your dream is a good fucking?”I tease.
He lifts the hair away from my neck, bunching it in one hand to spread it out across the pillow.“You’re my dream.”
