Page 12 of Claimed By Lock

She laughs — breathless, surprised. "That was..."

"Fast."

"I was going to say intense." Her fingers trail up my spine. "But yeah. Also fast."

"Give me ten minutes."

"Ten minutes for what?"

I lift my head to look at her. "To do that properly."

Her eyes darken. "Oh."

I pull out of her slowly, then roll her onto her side and pull her back against me. Her back to my chest, her ass nestled against my hips. My arm around her waist, my nose in her hair.

We're both still catching our breath. Hearts pounding. Skin damp with sweat. I can feel every inch of her pressed against me — soft curves, warm skin, the slight tremble still running through her.

For a few minutes, we just lie there. Her breathing slows. Her body relaxes into mine. She probably thinks we're done. Thinks this is the part where we talk or fall asleep.

My hand starts to move.

Just lazy at first. Tracing up her stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under my fingers. Brushing the underside of her breast. She shivers but doesn't say anything. I do it again, circling closer to her nipple, and her breath catches.

I press my lips to the back of her neck. Just a soft kiss. Then another, trailing along to her shoulder. She tilts her head, giving me better access, and I take it — open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, my tongue tasting salt on her skin.

"Lock..." My name comes out half-sigh, half-question.

"Shh." My fingers finally reach her nipple, rolling it gently, and she arches into my touch. I can feel her ass pressing back against me, and I'm already starting to harden again. "Just relax. Let me touch you."

She melts into me, and I take my time. Learning the weight of her breast in my palm. The way her breathing changes when I tug her nipple. The way she grinds back against me when I switch to the other side, her ass rubbing against my cock, which is now fully hard and pressed against her.

I scrape my teeth along her shoulder and she moans. I suck a mark into the curve of her neck and she whimpers, reaching back to grip my hip, pulling me tighter against her.

"I can feel you," she breathes. "You're?—"

"I know." I rock my hips against her slowly, letting her feel exactly what she's doing to me. "That's what you do to me."

My hand drifts lower. Over her stomach. Along her hip. She tenses in anticipation, but I just trace lazy circles on her thigh. Close, but not where she wants me. My mouth finds the spot behind her ear and she shudders.

"You're teasing," she accuses.

"I'm savouring." I bite down gently on her earlobe. "We rushed the first time. Not rushing now."

"Lock—"

"Tell me what you want."

She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand between her thighs.

I laugh against her skin. "That works too."

She's wet — soaked — and the feel of her makes me groan against her neck. I slide my fingers through her folds and she moans, hips rolling into my touch. I find her clit and circle it slowly, so slowly, and she whimpers.

"More."

"More what?"

"Harder. Faster. Something."