“When you have a gourmet meal in front of you,”—his lips dropped a kiss on both my cheeks; in this position, my breasts brushed against his chest, and the hair on his only made me feel needier—“you savor it,” he rumbled against my chin before his lips dropped to my collarbone. “Take your time enjoying every morsel. I’m gonna let go of your wrists, but keep them up there,” he ordered. My body felt like a live wire. Exposed and trembling as sparks flew from me.
“Or what?” I sassed. No clue where the boldness was coming from, but we were both more than enjoying it.
“You don’t wanna find out, baby,” he promised darkly as his lips moved down between my breasts, littering kisses down to my belly. Swiping his tongue around my navel before his face was so close to exactly where I needed him, it was almost embarrassing.
“Linc, umm…” I squirmed but stopped immediately when his eyes connected with mine, shooting me a look.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asked, and I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want him there but because I wasn’t sure of what to do.
“I’ve never… umm, this… you, umm, going…” His eyes flared with understanding. And for a moment, I was afraid he’d stop everything. He’d realize I was so horribly unexperienced for someone my age and figure I wasn’t worth the effort. I was a lost cause.
But he didn’t.
Lincoln surprised me at every turn.
From how we finally met to everything he’d confessed about how he felt. God. Why hadn’t I given the man more credit?
“Good,” he huffed, settling in between my thighs. “I like knowing I’m the only one who’s done this to you. One and only. Heels on the mattress,” he ordered, and I quickly did what he asked.
God, I was spread-eagled in front of the man whom I had fallen in love with without looking at and showing him everything. “Hot damn,” he grunted. “I knew you would be pretty, but fuck me.” His fingers moved between my lips and spread me open, and before I could even say his name, his tongue laved at me.
Slit to clit, he licked me slowly. Deeply groaning with pleasure as he tasted me. Savored me. My toes curled as warmth pooled all around me.
“Linc.” I gasped when I felt his lips move further down, licking my other hole before moving back to giving my pussy the attention it was crying for.
Every swipe of his tongue and every brush of his finger teasing my entrance had me squirming. Writhing below him as I kept my hands above my head.
“Lincoln,” I whined and cried. His name repeated like a chant that seemed to egg him on.
And when I was on the verge, so close to the precipice of an orgasm, he pulled back. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, his green eyes warmer and darker than before as he watched me take his middle finger. Slowly, he moved inside of me, and my lips parted as a silent cry came out. “Yes!” I hissed.
“You like that, my Joy? Do you like me fingering this pretty pussy?” He kissed my thigh as I nodded, my eyes shutting on their own when he added another.
The sweet burning stretch didn’t relieve the need I was clawing up against. No. It only amped it up. He played my body like a concert cellist with his fine-tuned instrument. Bringing me higher and higher. Adding another finger and letting his thumb skim over my other hole. It felt dirty and sexy, and I was too far gone with lust and desire to think twice about it being wrong. I was too far gone. I didn’t want him to stop, and I told him so. I begged and pleaded.
He gave as good as I got.
Harder and faster. And when he hooked his finger, pressing against the magical spot inside of me, one I had thought was make-believe because I’d never found it, I burst. Stars and fireworks glittered behind my eyes as pleasure swept over me. My pussy clenched and sucked at his fingers, drawing him in deeper until I was completely spent.
Nothing but a boneless, sweaty, panting mess in the middle of my bed. I gulped for fresh air and pried my eyes open.
“I’ve never come that hard.” I laughed. Slight tremors of pleasure still trickled through me.
“Good. Only me,” he mumbled as he stared at me.
“Fuck me, Linc.” I lifted my legs and watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
He jumped out of bed.
Not to leave, but to kick off his shoes, socks, and jeans.
And I watched. Afraid to blink for missing a moment. And when he was completely bare, he looked more like a warrior than ever. His thick, long cock strained proudly, almost bobbing against his belly button as it stood. The clear drop at his thick tip made my mouth water, wanting to taste him and return the favor. Serve him with just as much pleasure he’d given me. But I knew that would have to wait with how he was looking at me.
“You ready for this, Joy?” My mouth dried as his hand took hold of his shaft and he stroked it. Once. Twice. Three times. I nodded, and his jaw clenched. “We can wait,” he offered. “You deserve romance and candlelight and—” I knew he was trying to be a gentleman, but I didn’t need that.
“Shut up and love me, Lincoln,” I snipped, and his lips twitched.
“Bossy,” he mumbled under his breath. Returning to me fully naked, his body was a piece of art. Every jagged scar told a story, every freckle and muscle an adventure.