Locke’s hands pause on my hips, his eyes widening slightly as he stares up at me.
He reaches up, his fingers slowly burying themselves in the dark weight tumbling over my shoulders, gathering the loose locks against his palms as if he can't get enough of the feel of it.
I press my mouth to his jawline, my hair sweeping across his throat and shoulders like a curtain, isolating us completely in our own private world. I bite softly at the muscle flexing in his scarred jaw, feeling him shudder beneath me, before trailing my lips down over the heavy ink on his collarbone and across the solid slabs of his chest.
I slide down, taking his hard, heavy c**k in my hands, holding him firm as I lower my head, my hair cascading down his thighs and draping across his hips like a shadow.
I take him i
