Turning my attention back to Lincoln after I point her to the bedroom, I say, "What? Better be something good."
He holds it up and I roll my eyes, saying, "Are you serious? You actually want to watch that crap? You do realize it's nothing like real life?"
He looks insulted. "Of course, I know that!" he snaps. "But I wanna watch it," he whines, and I wave him off to put it on, to his glee.
An American Werewolf in Paris indeed. What a load of shit, I chuckle to myself.
I see Simone out after I have fed, telling her that I won’t need her now until I get back from seeing Cole. I go and sit with Lincoln on the sofa, who is already tucking into his Chow Mein.
"Feel better?" he says.
"Much. This twice a day feeding is working out quite well," I say, fully satisfied.
"Just be sure to keep a tight hold on it," he says worriedly. "You don't want to go off the rails."
"I will be fine. I am more likely to go off the rails if I don't feed," I say, remembering last night’s horror show.
I settle back when he hands me a glass of wine and presses play. He gets right involved with the movie, laughing and making comments and I just humor him, as I’m not really watching it. I’m happy to just be snuggled up to him now that he has finally finished eating. I trail my hand idly up and down his broad chest and after a few minutes, I start to unbutton his shirt. He looks down at me with a sly grin and I say, "You carry on watching your film."
With a smile, he goes back to watching and I go back to unbuttoning. Reaching the botto
m, I pull his shirt out of his pants and trail my hand back up his chest. He is so different from the other three. Where they are all lean and muscular, Lincoln is all rippling, bulging muscles. He is very, very sexy. I love being held by him. He consumes me in his strong arms, and I feel so safe. I lower my head to his chest and plant little kisses all the way down his eight-pack. He sighs in pleasure. I’m now desperate for him. I undo his pants and pull his huge cock out, stroking his already full-on erection. I move my mouth over him, and he groans, pushing his hand into my hair.
"Oh, Liv, baby. You drive me wild," he says as he pulls my head up to kiss me. I move onto his lap and he pulls away. "Get rid of your clothes," he whispers before he resumes kissing me. In seconds, they are gone. His hands are all over me, stroking me gently and scratching me harshly, teasing my senses. Thoroughly aroused by now, I lift myself higher above him and he positions himself against my hole. He lets me sink onto him at my own pace. It takes time. While the others are impressively well above average, like everything else about him, Lincoln is just enormous. It has been a long time since I was with someone quite so well endowed, not even Fraser, and it excites me beyond belief. I feel him pushing me further apart, splitting me wide open and I feel the rush of desire. He does too as he moans into my mouth.
"Oh, baby, you are so wet," he whispers. "I get you so hot, don't I, baby?"
He is now all the way inside me, and it is almost to the point of painful as I start to move over him. Almost. The pleasure is far beyond anything as he rubs me in spots I never even knew I had before.
"You do get me so hot," I whisper back to him. He likes me to talk to him, nothing too dirty, more reassurances than anything else. I try to avoid the corny phrases like “you're the best I've ever had” and “no one makes me feel like you do,” as they sound insincere, so I say instead, "I love the way you make me feel. I love the things you do to me."
"Oh, Liv," he murmurs, "I just want to lose myself in you forever."
I gasp as he pulls down on my hips and he pushes himself even further into my pussy. I don't think he can go any further, when he does it again and I come without warning to his delight.
"Oh, yes, you like that, don't you?"
Still pulsing with pure pleasure, I murmur, "Oh, Linc, fuck me harder. I want to feel every inch of you fucking me."
It's exactly what he wants to hear and with a loud growl, he flips us over and pins me to the sofa. I wrap my legs around him as he pulls out of me and rams back in. I cry out at the overload of senses shooting through me.
"Oh, baby. Fuck, I want to do this forever," he growls in my ear, keeping up his onslaught of pounding into me. My head is spinning. I want him to carry on and on.
"Don't stop, Linc," I pant. "Don't ever stop."
He groans as I throb around him again, now so slick he is sliding in and out of me with ease.
"Again, I want to feel it again," he grunts. "I want to know how good I make you feel."
I push on his chest to lift him off me. He looks a bit annoyed, until I slide out from under him and stand, bending over to put my hands on the coffee table. He stands behind me, hands on my hips, and slides into me with a groan.
"Oh, fuck, yes.” He moves his hand around to play with me. It gets too much for me to bear. The blood rushes through my veins again as I climax wildly, clenching around his dick. He follows straight after, thrusting deeper into me, hitting the wall deep inside.
We are both breathless when he pulls out of me and we collapse back onto the sofa.
"Christ," he says as he runs his hand through his spiky black hair, green eyes a bit foggy. "How do you make me want to do that all over again, right now?"
I smile. "We have all night."