“I might not last long,” he warned, and as my senses returned to me, I noticed it. He was nervous.
“I might not either,” I confessed
“I’m serious, Joy.” A muscle under his eye twitched, and my hands moved to cup his face. My touch almost seemed to relax him, and I loved that. “Look.” He swallowed, his stare still serious. “It’s been a while and, umm…” He cleared his throat. “I might pop off way too fast.”
“Because you haven’t had sex in a long time?” I asked, trying to follow what he was trying to tell me.
“No. Because it’ sex with you,” he answered, and I smiled just as I moved up a little to kiss him. “Baby,” he groaned. I opened my eyes, widening my legs enough to feel him.
Right. There. Heavy and thick. Wide.
“Oh god,” I moaned, “Love me, Linc.”
“I do this, fuck,” he growled, “I wanna be selfish.”
“Do it,” I goaded, and his nose flared.
“I want you bare,” he confessed. I blinked as I processed what he was saying.
Bare.
Unprotected.
Skin to skin, with nothing between us.
God, that sounded amazing. The few times I’d had sex had always been with a condom. The idea of Lincoln filling me, stretching me completely bare, had every inch of my body tingling.
It was crazy.
We hardly knew one another. I knew better.
I taught my students to make better choices than I was about to. I’d always thought it was so easy to just stop and practice safe sex, and that would be it. But I had never felt this way. I’d only had one partner, and I hadn’t been this comfortable with him as I was with Linc. Linc, a man I had just come face to face with less than twelve hours ago.
But in the moment, none of the reasons why having him fuck me bare, with nothing between us, was wrong mattered.
I wanted that.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t give a damn about the consequences.
“I’m on the pill,” I shared and felt him bump against me.
“I’m clean,” he rasped. “While I was in the hospital, I was tested and—"
“I trust you,” I whispered and meant it.
As I stared at his mossy green eyes, I knew I trusted him completely.
Mind, body, and soul.
But most importantly, my heart.
His eyes shut again, as if he was trying to keep himself in check. I didn’t want that. I wanted him wild. Savage. A warrior taking exactly what he needed the way he wanted it.
“Fuck me, Linc,” I moaned and was rewarded with a guttural sound that seemed to emanate from deep inside of him, making his muscular chest vibrate.
“This isn’t going to be fucking,” he grunted as his dick bumped against my entrance. I was soaked and swollen, so sensitive, and needed him so badly I could hardly stand it. “I’m gonna love you. Today, tomorrow, fuck me, always, my Joy. My sweet, sweet Joy.” He pushed forward, and my lips parted as I felt him move.
His thick tip entered me, and I gasped. “Just like that. Always love.” He pulled back and thrust forward, powering through, giving me every single inch. I buried my face in his chest. “Even when I’m rough, it’s going to be loving you.” He exhaled roughly, keeping himself still inside of me, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. His lips touched my forehead, silently coaxing me to look up at him.