And I did.
Our eyes locked, his body started to move. Strained over me, he slid in and out of me easily with how slick and sticky I was for him.
“So wet,” he grunted as his hips moved and rolled. My head fell back against the pillow.
“Linc,” I breathed.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? Hold on,” he ordered. “My shoulders.”
And I did.
I held on, and he fucked me hard, powering through thrust after thrust as he savagely made love to me. It was primal. A basic instinct. One my body was more than prepared for. Ruthless loving.
“Like that shit, Joy.”
“Come for me, Lincoln. Fill me up,” I whispered into his ear before nipping at it. “I’m right there,” I panted, and I was.
I was about to come. He picked up speed. Angling just right, he slid against that magic spot, his spot, the one he’d discovered and claimed. One that had me gushing. The sound of our bodies slapping, coming together the soundtrack of our lovemaking. I wanted that moment to last forever. No matter what tomorrow would bring, I’d always have what he was giving me. Bringing me higher and higher, closer to falling until there was no stopping it.
I shattered. My pussy milked him, drawing him in deeper as my fingers dug into his back. Lost in euphoria, I had just started to float back to myself when I felt him. His own release and grunt. Warmth filled me, triggering another orgasm, a smaller one but nonetheless as beautiful. We clung to one another. Both of us sweaty and breathless, fighting to catch our breath. He rolled off, and I froze. Would he push me away now that he’d had me?
With time, I’d learn to never doubt Lincoln.
He pulled me into him, wrapping my body around his, his arms around me as he kissed the top of my head. We lay there in comfortable silence. His hands stroked my back, and when he pulled back to look at me, something washed over me.
My heart and soul were safe with him. His hands moved between my legs, and I blushed as he felt his seed coating my legs. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered against my lips. I nodded. He dropped a sweet kiss before he stood, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and came back to me, settling in next to me as he carefully cleaned me and kissed my nose.
“Be mine.” It was more of an order than a request. My lips twitched.
“Yours?”
“My woman, my girlfriend. Whatever you wanna call it. Just tell me I’m yours. That you’ll give me a chance to love you.”
“Lincoln.” I sighed dreamily. “How can I say no to that?” I whispered as his hand moved between my sensitive folds.
“I need the words.”
“Only if that means you’re mine,” I negotiated. His head dropped. His nose nuzzled against mine.
“I’ve been yours, Joy. You just didn’t know it.”
“Ditto,” I answered before yawning. We got comfortable, and before I knew it, sleep took me away to the sweetest dreams I’d ever had.