“With your mouth,” I tell him, fisting the sheets beneath me. He’s driving me mad and dizzy with want.
“So you want my mouth…” His thumb moves to the bundle of nerves that is screaming for his attention, swirling the pad of it around and around. “Here?”
Now I’m really embarrassed. I’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before. And I don’t know what I like enough to say it out loud.
“Sylvie,” Linc prompts, lowering his mouth to blow cool air on my burning flesh. “I’m waiting,” he says with a teasing lick.
I moan when his tongue leaves me, desperate for more of him. “Yes, please!”
His tongue dips low, taking a long swipe before settling to lapping at my swollen clit. I cry out, fisting my fingers in his hair. His fingers drive in and out of me at a steady pace while he devours me, dragging me further and further to the edge of insanity. I thrash on the bed, the impending pressure building at a feverish rate.
Then it happens.
I explode, trembling and shaking beneath his relentless mouth.
He releases me on a loud suck after drinking every last bit of pleasure from me. “What else?” he asks, moving up to cover my body with his. “What else do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know,” I pant, unable to think properly now that he’s rendered me completely mindless.
The head of his cock nudges my slick opening.
I smile against his curved lips.
His hand threads through the back of my hair, gently tugging to expose my neck. He pushes inside of me, one glorious inch at a time, burying himself to the hilt while scraping his teeth across my collarbone.
“Ah…yes!”
Resting his forehead to mine, he holds my eyes. His slow and steady strokes dissolving into solid, powerful thrusts. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
He drives into me harder.
Faster.
Displaying a fierce, primal side of him I never knew existed, he shows me what it’s like to be loved in a way I’ve never known.
Totally.
Completely.
And without apology.
Present
“I’m sorry,” he says, holding my hand as we stand in front of the security gates at the airport.
I cup his scruffy jaw. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I’m sorry for leavin’ you.”
Bringing my other hand to curl around his neck, I pull him closer. “Never be sorry for being you. This is part of your job. It’s part of who you are. One of the many reasons I love you.”
“I will never get sick of hearing that,” he says, resting his forehead against mine then pressing his lips there.
“You better go,” I whisper around the knot in my throat.
His knuckles drift across my cheek before his lips meet mine in a tender kiss. “Please think about coming next weekend,” he pleads. “There’s no way I’ll make it two full weeks without holdin’ you in my arms.”
