It may be the sexiest thing anybody has ever done to me.
Warm hands slide up my thighs and under what’s left of my skirt, his thumbs tracing the outline of my panties. He continues the circuit of going down my thighs, then back up, and his thumbs run along my panties every time. A shiver rushes through me at his teasing touch.
But I need more. More of his hands, more of his mouth, which is still devouring my neck and drawing quiet moans and whimpers from my throat. I need to feel so much more of him.
And it’s like he can hear my silent plea, because he cups my face with one hand, meeting my eyes and staring intently for a moment before his mouth collides with mine once more in a demanding kiss, his hand diving under my skirt and into my panties to run along my soaking pussy.
He groans into my mouth, and I swallow it down, wanting to store it inside me for eternity. His thumb swirls around my swollen clit, and I wrap my hands around his shoulders, fingers twisting into his hair.
As his thumb increases in both pressure and speed, he dips two other fingers inside me, and my head tips back with a loud moan.
I’d be worried about being heard if I couldn’t still hear the drone of laughter from downstairs. Instead, I know we’re safe up here.
His fingers work furiously inside me, and I start to buck against his palm.
“Fuck, Val. You’re so sexy.”
I want to respond, tell him how I can’t wait to see more of him, but my brain can barely function, and all that comes out is a whine of pleasure.
I clamp down on his fingers, trembling as I come hard and fast. But I still want more, more, more.
"Mmm, fuck me, Link."
He doesn’t waste a second as he frees himself, sliding into me immediately while I moan at the slight sting of stretching to accommodate him.
His chin drops to his chest, and he looks down at the place where our bodies meet. “Fuck.”
Gripping my hips tight, he starts thrusting into me. The desk shakes and rattles, the books on the case above shifting. So much so that one falls right onto my head with a thud.
Link stops, grabbing me under the thighs and lifting me while staying pressed inside me, pulling me into his chest and carrying me over to the bed.
He lays me down on top of the comforter and rests over me, pistoning into me and gliding along that spot inside that has me seeing stars all over again.
It’s messy and hard with clothes everywhere, but it only makes it hotter, the sensations dizzying in the best way. He fills me so perfectly that I can’t complain about all the clothes in the way, though I’d love nothing more than to see him without them.
Instead, I grip the front of his sweater, pulling him down on top of me so I can latch my mouth to his.
I shift on the bed with his powerful thrusts, and within a few minutes my head tips back, and I grip the back of his neck as I clench around him and try to hold back a moan.
He leans down, kissing along my jaw to my ear as I pant beneath him. “Good girl, Val.” Fuck, that turns me on even more.
But he doesn’t stay close for long, pushing up on his hands with what almost looks like a pained look as he slams into me repeatedly before his brow scrunches and he pulsates inside me with a low groan.
He leans down to rest on his forearms, his head resting against my shoulder as we both breathe heavily.
And reality smacks me in the face.
I just had sex, with a man I met only a few hours ago, in my childhood bedroom.
Turning to the left, all my old stuffed animals are looking at us.
While it could be a little weird, a little off, aside from the strange onlookers, it all feels right.Lincolnfeels right. In a way nobody ever has before.
And I don’t know what to do with that knowledge.
Chapter 19
Lincoln
