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“Christ, you taste like cotton candy,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot.
“You must be out of your mind,” I gasped.
“I know what I like, and it’s you.”
My legs wobbled, turning to rubber as Lincoln’s grip tightened on the backs of my thighs to keep me steady.
“Maybe we’d be better off doing this in bed,” he suggested, glancing up at me.
“I think that’s best,” I panted, barely holding myself together.
Lincoln stood, guiding me backward toward the bed so I wouldn’t trip over the clothes pooled at my feet, pressing his lips tenderly against the top of my head. He was still dressed in his thick wool sweater and blue jeans, and I found myself impatient to see him without them. Tugging at his sleeve, I silently urged him to undress.
He wasted no time, his mouth finding my clit with a fervent intensity that made me cry out. My hips bucked involuntarily as his tongue worked in wicked, skilled strokes.
“Patience,” he said lightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Let me get you settled first.”
With a soft plop, I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart racing as he knelt to remove the last remnants of my clothing, tossing them onto the pile with my discarded t-shirt. When he stood, he peeled off his thick brown wool sweater, revealing a lean, muscular torso that made my breath catch. His abs were perfectly defined, each line and contour a testament to his strength. I reached out, fingers aching to trace the ridges of his body.
Next, he unbuttoned his jeans, slipping them off with a casual ease that belied the tension thrumming between us. My eyes were riveted to the sight of his cock pressing against his black boxers, the fabric straining to contain him.
Lincoln didn’t rush. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly pushing them down, revealing inch by inch of his hard, thick shaft. When the head of his penis appeared, a large, deep shade of purple, I sucked in a breath. The rest of his length followed, long and thick, his swollen testicles completing the tantalizing reveal.
“You like?” he asked with a smirk, clearly amused by my reaction.
“You’re very big,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
“But I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his tone softening. “I’ll never hurt you, Erika.”
There was something in his voice, a sincerity that went beyond the physical. He wasn’t just talking about sex, and that realization made my heart ache with something dangerously close to hope.
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs once more. His mouth found my clit again, sucking gently as his thumb slid into my slick, waiting heat. He moved with a confidence that spoke of experience, but there was an intimacy here that I hadn’t expected. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was making love to me in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.
“Oh God,” I gasped, my body already teetering on the edge. His thumb worked inside me as his tongue danced over my clit, each movement precise and devastatingly effective. My fists curled into the sheets, pulling them tight as my first orgasm crashed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless.
I squeezed my eyes shut, riding out the storm of ecstasy. When I finally opened them, Lincoln was sitting back on his haunches, watching me with those intense ice-blue eyes, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Smug bastard,” I breathed out, trying to regain my composure.
“It’s a treat to see you come,” he said, his voice warm with affection. “This was well worth the wait.”
“I don’t think so,” I mumbled, still reeling from the intensity of it all.
“Wait until I’m inside you,” he teased, his voice a low growl that sent another shiver through me.
I wrapped my arms around my body, shivering with anticipation. “I have condoms in my drawer,” I said, nodding toward the nightstand.
“Condoms? Why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I sat up, confused by his question. “Because you need to wear one.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he clarified, his tone more serious. “I mean, why do you have condoms? Did you buy them recently?”
I met his gaze, unflinching. “I like sex, and I want to be safe. There were men before you.”
Lincoln’s expression softened as he reached over and yanked open the drawer, brushing his shoulder against mine. “But there won’t be any others after me. This is it.”
“You’re so sure this will work out?” I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.
