He wasn’t teasing now, no snark in his tone. Instead, he was unraveling, his strokes harsh, his gaze darting all over my body—to the parts he could see and the ones he couldn’t.
“I want to see you like that every goddamn day. Want your thighs squeezing my head while you try to drown me with your cunt. Want to fuckingownevery single orgasm your perfect body gives up. And I want to do it all after you claim me in public like you did this afternoon.”
Jesus, my pussy was throbbing.Again. What the hell was happening to me? I shifted on my knees, desperate for some relief.
“Wish I could see all of you. I just know those tits are fucking perfect. More than a handful and topped with strawberries, aren’t they? I’d be ruined the second I got my mouth on them.”
He dragged his eyes from my face to my chest, then down to the apex of my thighs, his gaze hot and wild. I froze for only half a second before I was tugging off my shirt and tossing it to the side along with my bra.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand a blur as he soaked in everything new. “Look at you. Jesus Christ,lookat you.”
“I don’t do double standards, remember? If I get a show, so do you.”
I sat back, allowing him to take me in. Trying really fucking hard not to get in my head about it. Not to worry how I looked from this angle or if my stomach roll was obscene or how much of my cellulite he could see.
Not when Lincoln was looking at me like he’d just seen his very firstPlayboyand I was the centerfold.
“Fuck.Fuck.” His voice was low, scraped raw, his gaze locked on me. “Look at those perfect tits. I fucking knew they’d be that gorgeous. Fucking knew all of you would be this goddamn gorgeous.”
“Don’t stop,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice. I lifted up onto my knees, bringing myself closer to him, my hands resting on his hips. “I want to see you come. I want to feel it this time.”
“Shit,” he bit out, his eyes locked on me even as his rhythm faltered and his cock jerked. “You’re gonna fucking wreck me, aren’t you, wife?”
“I’m gonna try. Now, let me feel it, Linc. Come on me,” I said, having no idea where in the hell that had come from. But I couldn’t deny how my clit throbbed at the thought of him spilling himself all over me.Becauseof me.
“Fuck,Willa. I’m gonna—” On a guttural groan that echoed around the silo, he did exactly what I’d asked him to.
He came, hot and messy, all over my breasts while he stared down at me like I was every fantasy he’d ever had come to life.
And I loved every second of it.
The feeling was intoxicating—the power I felt, even on my knees in front of him. How he couldn’t seem to hold himself back. How he couldn’t look away.
Lincoln staggered back a step, collapsing onto one of the stools at the island, his chest heaving, watching me like I was magic. As he caught his breath, he slid his gaze over every inch of me, his eyes lingering on my chest and the white stripes he’d left all over it.
He reached out, swiping a finger through the mess he’d made, dragging a wet path down my body. He traced one of my nipples with his come-covered finger, circling it twice before he pinched the tight peak between his thumb and forefinger and tugged hard enough to make me gasp.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, almost to himself.
Shaking his head, he tucked his once-again hard cock inside his boxer briefs and grabbed a towel from the counter before cleaning me up with gentle hands.
“You better cover up, wife,” he said, his voice low and lethal as he tugged my shirt over my head. “Or I’m gonna give you something you’re not ready for.”
“Who says I’m not ready?”
He grinned down at me, all slow and seductive. “Is that so, hellcat? You think you’re ready?”
For him to fuck me? My pussy gave an involuntary squeeze at the thought, and I had to remind myself I’d already come once tonight. Ishould’vebeen satisfied.
Should’ve been, but I wasn’t.
I wanted him. Inside me. Over me. Everywhere.
And I ignored the whisper in the back of my mind wondering if that was a good idea. Noteverythinghad to be a good idea. Maybe this could just be afeel-good idea…
Instead of responding with words, I just nodded, not quite trusting my voice.
He studied me for long moments, then hummed low in his throat and offered me a hand. “Not quite yet, but soon.”
