I slide my tongue down to her pussy, tasting a mix of her and the remnants of me coming inside of her.
She tastes like the best worst idea I’ve ever had.
17
WISHLIST
Lincoln ateme out with his cum still inside of me and then fucked me boneless. We’re in the shower and I’m truly trying to push reality far, far away from my mind.
He kisses my shoulder and for that small moment it feels like nothing else matters, just this moment.
That no kissing rule sucks, but I do agree with it. If Lincoln kissed me like he ate me out, there would be no functioning after this weekend.
This weekend is my escape.
That’s all it can be.
A little taste of what could have been, but then we need to face the reality of the situation.
“Are you going to tell me what things you want to do this weekend?”
I shrug, and he shakes his head, smiling as he washes the shampoo out of his hair. I’ve, of course, seen him in a bathing suit a million times, but it’s so different now.
He’s not overly ripped or anything, but he has delicious pecks and dark hair that’s scattered across the impressive expanse of his chest.
“There’s nothing you could say that will make me disgusted or look at you different, Pen,” he says.
God, fuck him for being perfect. So many guys that I’ve dated have gawked at the most tame things I wanted them to do to me. One of them acted like fuzzy handcuffs were beyond deranged.
“I like…” I clear my throat and just watch the rivulets of water travel down his body. It’s just the weekend. He wants to bring my fantasies to life and then we’ll forget it happened. “I like the idea of being taken, of being used for pleasure.”
“That’s it? What else is on that little wishlist?”
He’s so casual about what I just told him and it has me relaxing tenfold.
“Well, glory holes have already been checked off.”
He laughs, and damn, have I ever seen him this carefree and happy? Lincoln’s smiling is addictive as a mirrored smile takes over my face.
I shrug my shoulders. “I’d like to explore more with bondage and being taken. What about you? What’s on your wishlist?” I ask, stepping under the spray, washing his products out of my hair.
He grabs me by my hips, squeezing my ass and leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“You.”
I shiver, knowing this is the stupidest idea, but I know I’m going to give in anyway. He’s too tempting to resist, especially when he’s offering me everything I want.
“So you want me to take you unexpectedly?” he confirms and I shrug.
“Yeah, I want you to be desperate for me,” I say, biting my lip.
“I think we’ve already crossed that fucking bridge. Is there anything you don’t like, and are you okay with simple color safewords?” he asks.
“Yeah, colors are fine. Mmm, I think I need to explore more to see what I really like and don’t like.” I bite my lip and shake my head. “Up until Key Club it's been pretty vanilla. I don’t think I’ll ever be much of a exhibitionist, into sharing?—”
“No sharing,” he reiterates.
I can’t help but to smile. “I think I’d be okay with some spanking, I liked what you did at Key Club, but I don’t see me as a whips and chains type of girl.”
