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“Shut up, Erika,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Just close your pretty mouth and let me make you come again.”
I didn’t protest, sinking back onto the bed as I watched him tear open the condom wrapper. He rolled the latex over himself, the tight fit making him frown slightly, but he didn’t let it deter him. He fisted his cock, stroking it slowly, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he prepared himself. My eyes were glued to the sight of him, the sheer size of him sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through me.
He was the biggest I’d ever had, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
“I’ll be gentle,” he reassured, his voice a soothing balm against the tension coiled within me.
My eyes locked onto his, and I nodded, a silent surrender. Lincoln lowered himself onto me, his body a warm, solid presence that made my heart race. His lips found mine in a kiss that was all-consuming, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, igniting a fire in my veins. My hands roamed his back, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, my nails leaving faint trails over his skin as I tried to anchor myself to the moment.
He moved from my lips to my throat, sucking gently on my earlobes, sending shivers down my spine. His hands cupped my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples until I gasped, arching into his touch. Every sensation was magnified, every touch electric.
Lincoln’s eyes met mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. I bit my lip, bracing for the familiar burn that often accompanied this moment, but it never came. Instead, there was only a gentle pressure as he eased into me, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside.
“Are you good?” he asked, his voice husky with concern as he stilled, giving me a moment to adjust.
“I feel so full,” I whispered, marveling at the sensation of being completely connected to him.
“You’ll get used to it,” he promised, his lips brushing against my ear. “I plan to be inside you as much as I can.”
“Do I get any say?” I teased, though the breathlessness in my voice betrayed my eagerness.
His lips curved into a wicked grin. “By the time we’re done, you’ll be begging for it.”
With that, he braced his arms on either side of me and began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I dug my nails into his forearms, meeting each of his thrusts with a hunger that surprised even me. Lincoln closed his eyes, whispering my name like a prayer, and the sound of it only fueled the fire building inside me.
I’d been with other men before, but none of them had moved me like this. Lincoln’s technique was flawless, the result of experience, but there was something more—something raw and intimate that made this more than just sex.
My body felt like it was teetering on the edge, a hot coal ready to burst into flame with just one more stroke. Sweat slicked our bodies as we moved together, a fine mist that made our skin slide against each other. Desperate for more, I gripped his ass, trying to spur him to a faster pace, but he refused, maintaining the same slow, torturous rhythm that had me unraveling at the seams.
Before I could process it, the tension snapped, and I was falling, plunging headfirst into a sea of pleasure that had me crying out his name. My orgasm washed over me, wave after wave of bliss that left me trembling beneath him.
Lincoln didn’t stop. He kept moving, his pace steady as he pushed me toward another peak. I barely had time to catch my breath before the second orgasm hit, stronger than the first, pulling a desperate moan from my lips. Lincoln followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he came, his groan low and deep as he spilled into the condom.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat. His lips found the underside of my chin, pressing a gentle kiss there as we both came down from the high.
“Well worth the wait,” I murmured, not even sure if I had spoken aloud.
“I told you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, a satisfied smile on his lips.
After our first night together, Lincoln and I were insatiable. I’d never been this connected to someone before, and Lincoln, new to navigating a serious relationship, was clearly trying to find his footing. What I couldn’t bring myself to admit was that I was waiting for the inevitable crash and burn.
“Do you really have to go?” Lincoln’s voice was laced with frustration as he watched me from the bed.
I rolled my eyes, slipping into my panties. “Lincoln, you know I do. It’s an engagement party.”
“For an engagement that happened months ago,” he grumbled, his tone dark.
I sighed, tugging on my bra. “Morgan’s parents are old, and she wanted them to be there. They won’t travel in the winter. Stop being so grouchy.”
“Why can’t I come with you?” he asked, his voice softening, though the tension in his eyes remained.
“You look too much like Michael,” I replied, fastening the clasp. “It’ll distract her, and I can’t do that to her on her big day.”
“Serves her right,” he muttered under his breath.
I spun around, fire igniting in my chest. “Don’t you dare say that about her. If you want to be part of my life, you need to accept Morgan. She’s my best friend.”
Lincoln’s gaze dropped to the comforter, his fingers tracing the fabric. “I’m sorry. It’s just… it took me twenty-seven years to find you, and now that I have, I don’t want to let you go.”
