She reached up and tugged at the pins and clips holding her hair in an elegant updo. Locks of hair fell one by one until dark waves tumbled around her shoulders in a messy halo.
My heart thudded almost painfully against my ribs. “Beautiful.” And all mine… at least, I wanted her to be. I was working on it.
The pink in her cheeks deepened the longer I stared at her. Then, I lifted her leg over my shoulder, pulled her panties aside and took a taste. Her head fell back against the glass, and her hips jutted out.
“Lincoln.”
I hummed in response, already lost in her sweet, womanly taste. Her fingers threaded in my hair, and her hips writhed, moving in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue. Her gasps and moans filled the room, each one getting louder. I lavished attention on her most sensitive areas until she clutched my hair tighter and bucked uncontrollably against my face.
She moaned my name, and I sworeIalmost orgasmed. It sounded amazing—erotic music to my ears. I increased the speed and pressure of my tongue, determined to bring her to ecstasy. To feel her come undone in my arms and watch pleasure contort her beautiful face.
And there it was. Her body went rigid, and she went off. Her back arched off the glass, and a cry tore from her throat. I watched her through my eyelashes as she trembled and gasped for breath. It was something I could watch all day. I continue to stroke her with my tongue, prolonging her orgasm as much as possible. When she fell back and her knees almost buckled, I caught her. Throwing her other leg over my shoulder, I stood up in a swift motion.
Ava shrieked when she realized she was airborne and straddling my shoulders. Her fright lasted only a second. I had a firm grip on her as I strode to my bedroom. She covered her face and giggled like the girl I fell in love with.
“Lincoln, you cannot carry me around like this.”
“I beg to differ.” Lying her on my bed—because I’d been dying to have her in it—I took off my clothes. I then peeled off the little she had on—a strapless bra. I gave an appreciative assessment of her delectable body, and then practically dove between her legs.
After another heated kiss, she purred, “You’ve gotten even better with your mouth.”
I smirked with unabashed pride. “Naturally. Lots of things get better with age and experience.”
She watched me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw. “Is that so? What else has improved?”
Leaning in, I brushed my lips against her collarbone. “My patience,” I said, kissing the curve of her shoulder. “My focus.” Another kiss on her chest. “My ability to make you cum over and over.”
Her breath hitched, and her nails grazed my back. “You’re cocky.”
I grinned. “Confident.”
She laughed softly, but it melted into a sigh as I snagged her nipple between my teeth.
As I swirled my tongue around the hardened bud, she arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly against my mouth. Her fingers twisted in my hair, urging me on. I obliged, sucking and nibbling, then moved on to the other one.
In the meantime, my hand slid between her thighs to cup her mound. She was already soaking wet from my earlier ministrations. She whimpered, lifting her hips to meet my touch.
I traced a finger along her slit, making her shudder. With no more hesitation, I plunged two fingers into her tight heat. I groaned at how beautifully she clenched around my digits. She was so perfect, every inch of her. She cried out, her hips rocking against my hand. I pumped my fingers in and out, curling themto hit that special spot. Not long before my thumb found her clit to rub firm circles, she screamed and shuddered again.
My eyes were glued to her face as she shook and panted, “Oh my God… Lincoln…” She didn’t get anything else out because I flicked her clit again, and she gasped.
“What’s that now?” I teased. “Two orgasms?”
Breathless, she smiled at me. “I think it's your turn.”
I shook my head. “You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this. Ready for number three?”
She moaned. “God… yes… no… I don’t know. Give me a minute.”
Chuckling, I planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “It’s okay. We can stop if you want.”
Just as I was about to roll away to get her cleaned up, she pulled me back. “No. I want to feel you inside me now.”
My heart did that skipping thing again as I kneeled between her legs and spread them apart. Our heavy breaths of anticipation mingled as I positioned myself at her entrance.
“Do we need protection?”
“No.”
