Chapter 79

Claim 

The sheets grow damper beneath me às more arousal leaks from my p***y, trickling down in warm rivulets while he keeps teasing me. Every stroke of his fingers pulls me deeper into the haze of need, and I push back onto his hand, craving the fullness that only he can give. 

His fingers slip away, replaced by the insistent press of his c**k against my entrance, thick and hot as he nudges forward. I gasp as he sinks into me in one slow, deliberate thrust, stretching my p***y around him until he’s buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass. 

The fullness makes my toes curl, a deep ache blooming into pleasure that radiates through my core. 

Locke leans over me fully now, his chest pressing firm and warm against my back. His hands slide up my arms to cover mine where they clutch the sheets, fingers lacing tight with mine as he starts to move, rocking into me with steady, measured strokes that drag his c**k along every sensitive inch inside. 

I can feel every ridge of him, the way he pulses deep within, and the intimacy of it – the way his grip grounds me, his weight a comforting anchor – makes my heart race as much as the sensation does. He grunts low, the sound vibrating through his chest into my spine, and I push back to meet him, clenching around his length as he withdraws almost completely before filling me again. 

The air grows thicker with our shared scent, lavender and sweat mingling as our bodies slide together, his thrusts deepening without rushing, building that exquisite tension in my belly with every grind of his hips. His hands squeeze mine tighter, thumbs stroking over my knuckles in a tender contrast to the raw heat of his c**k driving into my dripping cunt.