Instead, I employed a few of the tricks I knew would work on him too. I dragged my breasts over his thighs as I licked the underside of his shaft. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away from me. I shuttled my fingers down his length and licked along the pulsing vein. He was salty and hot, his skin stretched taut as his cock rose proudly.
I would have that inside me again.
My pussy spasmed at the thought. Every time he filled me, it reminded me what I’d been missing. My mouth watered for it, my pussy was soaked for him. I’d been so long without I was like a chocoholic being let free in a Hershey’s factory.
And Linc was a really impressive mold.
I glanced at the condom and made sure it was turned the right way as I licked up his length. I cupped the head of his cock with my hand and the latex. I rolled it down as I crawled up his body. When my fingers reached the base of his cock, I climbed on before I could give myself time to think or get anxious about it.
His hands were still behind his head, but it looked like he was fighting to stay that way. I knew he liked to touch me. The way he worshiped my body told me at least that much. There was no end to his generosity when it came to foreplay.
But it was my turn to see what was between us. To learn his body like he’d fully researched mine. His gaze never left my pussy as I slowly took his cock inside of me. I tipped my head back for a moment as I adjusted for the size of him. God, this position was incredible. There was no way he should feel this different.
But…wow.
I let out a long breath and rocked slightly. I hissed as the hair at the base of his shaft buzzed along my clit. I tried to drag my eyes open again, but the stretch of his cock inside me and the friction triggered something in me. I wanted more.
He gripped my waist to push himself deeper and my eyes flew open. He sat up and one hand moved up to tangle in my hair. I moaned into his mouth at the even fuller angle. He urged me to move. The rocking motion, the fullness, and the overwhelming feel of him surrounding me, dominating me even when I’d maneuvered myself on top—they were my undoing. I raked my fingernails down his back as our mouths crashed and our breathing stalled.
He dragged my head back and went at my neck as I arched to get away from the sheer emotional onslaught that chased all the pleasure.
A quick fuck and run wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
I wasn’t sure anything was supposed to feel like this so fast.
I rolled my hips against him, and the contact drove me faster toward the pleasure that still scared the hell out of me. Letting go was against my very nature.
“Stop fucking thinking.” His mouth was against mine, the words like blows. “Just feel me.”
Everything inside me warned against it, but for once, my brain couldn’t override my body. I came so hard the room fuzzed around me. There was only the pulse of his body inside mine, and his eyes. Those intense, shattered eyes that saw too much.
Demanded all.
And I gave it.
God help me, I gave up everything to him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck as I shuddered in the afterburn of the explosion of emotions. I wasn’t sure if he felt the same or if this was just chemistry for him.
I laid my cheek against his shoulder as my breathing went back to normal and my skin cooled. The blankets and sheets had pooled around us, but I didn’t want to move, and I surely didn’t want to see him withdrawing.
I chose to withdraw instead.
When he slid from me, I immediately felt bereft. That so wasn’t the plan. On shaky legs, I rolled off the bed, operating in pure flight mode.
“Kay,” he called after me. I didn’t even bother to look back. I wasn’t entirely sure I could handle looking at him right now. He didn’t follow.
Thank God.
I stumbled to the bathroom and leaned against the door.
Not part of the plan at all.
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Scrooge
I dropped back onto the bed.