Re: Indemnity
“Mmm, lunch,” Lochlan said between their sweetest kisses yet. Each varied only by how long the pair of singers could maintain breath control while the other fiddled below. His palm was warm and wet, and thankfully, Gael allowed his fingers to get involved. She pawed at his cock with the ferocity of a kitten with a new scratching post, and he loved it. They could have laid there for hours, hands occupied, and Bard would have been content.
Despite that, he didn’t resist when Gael nudged his shoulders against the bed. He wrestled off his soaked, beyond-reason shorts and was ready when she grabbed him again. His eyes locked with hers while she slowly glided herself onto him. His hands held her thighs for stability, and his hips wiggled, intending to tease. Lochlan’s deep groan returned when Gael eased down onto him. He urged her upper body down to kiss her, keep her safe, hold her against him.
His heels dug into the mattress and provided leverage for his hips to bounce her body on him. His hands slipped down her back, and each palm found one of Gael’s taught cheeks. “Give me more of that juice,” He squeezed her butt even firmer than before. “I need to soak in you,” Lochlan told her between kisses. They were already completely wet, and the sounds alone were wonderfully pornographic, but it wasn’t enough for him. She drove him mad with her compact frame and oversized attitude. There was no acceptable reason for him to feel this good and this horny. “I want my sheets drenched, and I want your mouth dry,” he told her between heavy breaths. Lochlan’s hands clenched down, and he interrupted their rhythm - only for the briefest moments. “I’m going wring out every last drop from you,” he playfully threatened, his cock slipping smoothly in and out of her. “Fucking hell,” he added for good measure.