Page 36 of The Deceived
Keeping my gaze on him, I lift so he’s almost out of me, then lower again. This time he slides a little deeper in.
My heart bangs, and my thoughts whizz around my brain. I feel as if we’re in the middle of a tornado, the air spinning around us, ripping up furniture and throwing objects across the room. But in the center we’re calm, hardly moving, looking into each other’s eyes as we make love.
I lift up. Lower again. Slowly, I coat him with my moisture, making it easier for him to move inside me.
On the fourth time, I exhale and lower right down. Ooh… this is a very different feeling… I close my eyes for a moment, letting myself adjust and stretch to accommodate him. Mmm… that feels good… erotic… I tighten my internal muscles so I can feel him, all the way inside me, right up to the top.
“Fuck,” he says, his first indication that he’s not completely unaffected.
I open my eyes and touch my lips to his. “You have a dirty mouth,” I scold, moving my hips a little and discovering that by doing that I can thrust him in and out of me.
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. I can see his pulse racing in his throat, but he looks relaxed.
I rock my hips slowly. Ahhh… yeah this feels good…
“Am I doing it right?” I ask innocently.
His eyes narrow, and he doesn’t reply.
“Does it feel okay?” I whisper, leaning on his chest and bending to touch my lips to his.
His hands curl into fists on the sofa, but he doesn’t move them. “Yeah,” he says. His voice is husky with desire.
I touch my tongue to his lips, then slide it into his mouth as he opens it. Continuing to move on top of him, I kiss him deeply, teasing his lips with my teeth, slipping my tongue against his, and he gives a half-sigh, half-groan, his hips moving—just a little—matching the rhythm of mine.
I lift my head and look into his eyes. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I slide them along, admiring the muscles there, the tattoos, following the runes down to his hands. Then I pick them up and move them to my breasts.
He groans, lifts one hand to the back of my neck, and pulls me down to kiss me, while he cups my breast with his other hand and teases the nipple with his thumb. Ahhh… yessss… heat shoots through me as I realize how turned on he actually is. I love that he let me go at my own pace, but this is how I want him. I want his passion and his need. I want his fire to sweep over me and set me alight; I want to be burned to a crisp by his lust.
I begin to move faster, rocking my hips and enjoying the way he thrusts to meet me. I can tell he’s trying to hold back, but his passion is taking over, and that thrills me.
Our bodies move so well together, as if they were made for each other, and although I know that would be the same for every coupling in every species that’s ever existed, it feels special to me. It doesn’t matter who he’s been with before, or what happened to me; right here, right now, it’s just me and Linc, no past, no future, just today, coming together in the most beautiful way possible.
“Ahhh, baby…” he whispers as I straighten and tip back my head. My hair brushes my shoulder blades, which feels sensual and sexy, and the way he skims his hands down my back and then around to my breasts adds to the sensation.
He feels amazing, and I’m thrilled and excited to think I’ve finally gotten over the hurdle that I’ve been facing for so long. I’m actually having sex, with Linc, and it feels good, and I might not be the best he’s ever had, but it’s going pretty well, and oh my God I can feel my orgasm way off in the distance, like a bright star, verging on a supernova.
I drop my head to look at him again. He watches me as he slides a hand between us and teases my clit again with his thumb.
“How’s it feeling, baby?” he murmurs.
I suck my bottom lip. “Mmm… so good…”
“Do you think you could come for me?”
I close my eyes, my lips parting as pleasure ripples through me, and I nod.
“Go on then, sweetheart. Take your pleasure from me. Ride me all the way.”
Cupping his face, I kiss him, and he opens his mouth to me, his tongue thrusting against mine. It mirrors the movement of him inside me, which is so hot that I moan, and he groans in response, a rumble deep in his throat. His thumb circles faster, and with the fingers of his other hand he teases my nipple, and I’m never going to be able to hold back with him doing that.
I rock my hips harder, driving him into me, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel it beginning inside. Ohhh… everything’s tensing… ooh so tight… oh my God it’s so powerful it’s almost painful, and I cry out… and then the pulses start, and the only thing that exists is Linc’s mouth on mine and him inside me and the hot, hard pleasure that makes me cry out his name…
And then I collapse onto his chest, my breaths coming in huge gasps as I try to draw air back into my lungs. And I’m sobbing, because it was so intense, and so wonderful, and I couldn’t have done it without him.
“It’s okay, baby,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. “I’ve got you.”
It’s just like the way he held me when we tumbled off the jump platform, when he said, I got you, baby girl. The trust I feel for him has enabled me to give myself to him in the most intimate way possible, and because of that he’s helped me, at last, to move on.
