Moving one hand to the back of my head, he lowers me to the couch where he positions himself on one side. His other hand roams the outer lines of my body, skimming over the parts I desperately want him to touch. His tongue dances with mine, in a tango of heat so hot I’m certain I’ll burn up from it.
“Jesus Christ, is this really happening?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
His hand moves to my neck, angling it so he can kiss me deeper. My hands clutch his shirt as I pull one foot to dig into the couch. I feel like if I don’t ground myself I’ll float away.
“Linc,” I plead. “Touch me.”
He grins against my lips before nipping the bottom one. “I’m touchin’ you.”
I groan. “Please.”
Smiling, he pulls back to look into my eyes. “I don’t know where to start. Part of me wants to take my time, so we don’t miss a damn thing, but the other part wants to ravage you, rip your clothes off, and show you once and for all who you have always belonged to.”
“Yes, I want all of that.”
I barely get the words out of my mouth before he’s doing just that. His hands drop to the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it onto the floor.
He caresses each breast, giving them a hard squeeze while placing a worshiping kiss on each swell. Dropping hot kisses down the center of my belly, my hands skate through his hair, gripping the strands to encourage his journey. His fingers hook the sides of my panties and his lips follow them all the way down my trembling legs. It’s hard to concentrate on everything at once.
Because all I can think about is how each brush of his lips and touch of his hands fills my soul with redemption.
“Breathe,” he whispers the command softly.
I release his hair along with an imprisoned breath. He rests back on his haunches, pulling his t-shirt over his head, his green eyes roaming up and down my body appreciatively. I squirm beneath his heated stare.
Now that the moment is here, I thought I would be more nervous, more…apprehensive.
But I’m not.
Nothing has ever felt more right.
Linc stands up from the couch, removing his jeans and socks, then with his eyes locked on mine, he slides down his boxer briefs. I never break eye contact as he drops one knee, taking his place once again between my parted legs. The couch is large enough to accommodate us thankfully, because I don’t think I could move from this spot even if I wanted to. My knees are trembling and my heart is racing with anticipation of what’s to come, wreaking havoc on all of my senses.
I feel him,all of him, settle between my thighs, the weight of him drawing a heated gasp from my lips. He catches it on cue as he swiftly covers my mouth with his. His hips begin to move slightly, with each dip of his delicious tongue, thrusting against me, creating an insane amount of friction. Our skin is melded together, grateful for the contact that has been denied for so long. Linc reaches between us, dragging his fingers slowly through my wet, hot flesh.
He rests his forehead to mine as he pushes one finger inside of me. My breath is short and sporadic, silently begging for more. “I love the sounds you make.”
“Linc,” I beg.
He smiles, closing his eyes as my hands drift to cradle his face, and just as my lips find his, he centers himself and pushes inside of me.
Not until he is fully seated inside me, and his hands move to cradle my face, do I finally feel complete.
Whole.
Like my heart finally possesses its other half. The man I’ve always loved. The one person I’ve shared every other part of myself with. More than I ever shared with anyone else. Now he has all of me. And the thought is so overwhelming, so comforting, a single tear escapes from the corner of my eye.
Linc doesn’t miss it. He kisses my temple before bringing his salty lips back to mine.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here,” he whispers. “I’m here.”
I nod, unable to speak as he begins to move in and out.
Slow.
Steady.
