“Please—” I bite back his name just in time. “More.”
“Uh-uh, this is all you’re getting for now. Come on, ride my fingers. Show me how much you want my cock inside you.”
The scratch of his belt on my back turns my blood red hot. He’s still fucking dressed, growling filthy lines in my ear while his fingers work me over, deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, you love it, don’t you? I could slide right in. You’re sucking my fingers in, darling.”
Oh, god. I can feel it. His thick fingers pumping into me, slick, moving easily inside me. And it’s so good. All I can do is hold on. Be good.
“Is that what you were after tonight? Did you get sick of life locked away in your castle? You needed to get a taste of excitement? A bit of danger?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“No, that’s not it. Not completely.” He curls his fingers around my throat, grip loose, weighted. A shiver rolls through me. “Trapped inside all the time, yearning to be free. Always so good.” My pulse hammers under his palm. “Trying so hard to make everyone else happy. But what about you? Who is taking care of what you need?”
He is.
Lincoln pulls my jaw down, opening my mouth wider, licking his way inside. Owning the kiss without hesitation. If he stepped back, I’m sure I’d fall. I’m not aware of anything that isn’t his lips on mine, the pressure of his thumb digging into the soft skin under my jaw.
“Please,” I gasp when I can breathe again.
“Please, what?” He circles my clit faster now, heat building under my skin, my orgasm so close he must be able to taste it. “Always in control. Wanting someone to take care of you. Anyone can adore you, but what you really want is to let go. Maybe it’s time you followed orders for a change.”
Oh, god. Yes.
“Come on, princess. It’s my job to take care of you, so let me.”
Another swipe of his thumb, and I’m shaking all over, pulsing around his fingers as he makes me come. It explodes everywhere, all at once, overwhelming in the best way.
“That’s it.”
It goes and goes and goes, and all I can do is let it, arching against Lincoln. He never stops holding me, rock solid at my back, his arm a steel bar across my chest. Steady. Sure.
Letting me let go.
My mouth is dry from panting, my hands cramped and sweaty from gripping his arm, his hair. Lincoln kisses a damp trail along my cheek as I come down, never letting me go.
“Beautiful,” he breathes against my skin. “Do you need more?”
I nod, still floating.
He guides me over to the couch, the friction of his clothes lighting sparks along my skin. My knees wobble, weak from coming. Weak from him. When my calves hit the sofa, he cradles my jaw and turns me for a filthy kiss. I let him take whatever he wants, and he does.
“Up you get,” he directs. “Hands and knees. Let me look at you.”
I follow his order, clutching the back of the sofa, my heart knocking against my chest. His hand never leaves me, gently touching my hip as I get into position, then stroking a firm line down my spine once I’m settled.
Every touch is a relief.
“Beautiful,” he says, then steps closer to touch the ribbon at the back of my head. The feel of his pants against my sensitive pussy sends a shiver all the way to my toes. “Do you want this off?”
“No.” Definitely not. This is too good. I’m not ready for real. “Please.”
“It’s all right,” he soothes. “I’ve got you.”
Then he falls to his knees, his hands splayed on my thighs, encouraging them wider, and I slide them apart. “That’s it, good.”
Lincoln drags his hands up my thighs slowly, palms hot on my ass, holding me open with his thumbs. “Look at this greedy little clit.” My knees shake when he breathes a hot gust over my clit.
