Each stroke of our tongues is a battle of need, fighting for possession. Neither one of us can get close enough, deep enough. If it were possible to love him more, I wouldn’t think it likely until this moment.
His love heals, binds, and fills me with immeasurable peace.
His love makes me whole.
His fingers dip beneath the elastic of my shorts, gliding through my slit while his mouth dominates mine. “I love you, too,” he mutters against my lips, his fingers working back and forth. “Always.” Removing his hand, he urges me to stand up. I reach for the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head, baring my breasts to him. He leans forward and catches my hips, pulling me closer to claim one of my hard nipples in his hot mouth. I stand between his open thighs, his warm breath fanning my skin while his fingers tuck into the sides of my shorts, sliding them down my legs along with my panties. “So beautiful.” He drops hot kisses along my stomach, inching lower and lower until he’s rightthere. My head falls back and a gasp tears from my mouth when his tongue darts out with a teasing lick. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I widen my stance, my body eager to have his mouth on me. Linc kicks my discarded clothes aside. I can see the outline of his erection straining the loose denim and I lick my lips, desperate to have him inside of me. His hands grip my thighs, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin in a quest to completely incinerate my blood. My fingers thread through his disheveled hair, gripping the strands to steady myself and guide him closer. His mouth covers me, tongue pressing hot and hard against the sensitive spot as he proceeds to thrust not one, but two fingers inside of me.
I sway on my feet, gasping for air.
With his mouth moving against me and his fingers working in and out of me, he takes me to the edge, teetering on the cliff of pleasure, sharp and steep. I’m almost ready to fall over. Hell, I’m ready to leap off the damn thing, but before I can, he pulls away.
I moan in frustration as he stands up and spins me around, sitting me down in the chair he just vacated. Once the warm leather embraces my skin, I sigh, grateful he had the forethought to get me off my feet before he sends me hurtling into what is sure to be a mind-blowing orgasm. He kneels down in front of me, reaching underneath to lower the chair.
I smile. “Here?”
Desire swirls deep in his eyes when he situates my right leg over the arm of the chair then leans in to press a bone-melting kiss on my trembling lips. “Yes, here.”
Heat flares beneath my skin at my exposed position but my embarrassment evaporates when Linc flicks the button of his jeans and draws down the zipper.
The flaps of denim offer a peek of the hardness that lies beneath. My blood heats with anticipation. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a screamin’, sticky, hot mess.”
I suck in a thin breath of air, squirming closer to the edge of the chair.
His smile is victorious and filled with pleasure. “I thought you’d like that,” he says, shoving his jeans down his toned thighs before rolling the chair closer.
He teases my wet slit, stroking back and forth with his length, each glide driving me closer and closer to release. Fisting the base of his cock, he thrusts forward on a pained groan, filling me fast and hard. A thick moan vibrates in my throat with the unexpected force. “Let me hear you, baby.” He withdraws slowly before slamming into me once more, harder this time. Gripping my knees, I spread my legs wider, desperate to take every single inch of him. “Yes, that’s it. Open wide for me. Fuck, you look so goddamn beautiful when I’m inside of you.”
Rolling the chair back and forth, he drives into me as I struggle for air and sanity. I’ve never felt anything so intense. His hooded eyes hold mine hostage the entire time. There are no words being passed between us but words aren’t necessary. He’s telling me everything I need to know with his body. And even though he’s taking me with raw, primal strokes, it feels like he’s marking my soul, branding me with his body and with his fierce, unyielding love.
The sounds pouring from my mouth are as foreign as the white-hot flecks that dance along the edges of my vision but I welcome them both, losing myself in him completely. We explode together in a kaleidoscope of heat, leaving us both a screaming, sticky, hot mess.
Leaning forward, he places a warm kiss between my breasts, then rests his cheek upon my heaving chest. “Wow.” I manage between my recovering breaths.
“I know,” he whispers.
The shrill ring of his phone penetrates our intimate moment.
“Don’t you dare move,” I tell him, not wanting to break contact whatsoever. He chuckles before the offending sound stops only to start once again. He lifts his head with a huff and pulls out of me before digging into the front pocket of his jeans.
His brows furrow with concern as he looks down at the screen. “Hey, Rene.”
Dropping my feet to the floor, I reach for my clothes but stop in my tracks when I hear a frantic muffled voice on the other end of the line. Linc’s face drains of color, causing panic to flare in my chest. “Hold on, she’s right here.”
“What, what is it?” I ask, taking the phone, but I don’t give him a chance to answer before I press it to my ear.
“Mom?”
“Sylvie!” She’s crying hysterically. I can hardly understand what she’s saying but when I hear Caroline’s name and the wordmissing, my heart sinks like a heavy stone in a sea of panic.
“Mom, slow down. What do you mean she wasn’t at school when you picked her up?”
“She wasn’t there. I waited half an hour and when she didn’t show I went inside to see what was keeping her. Her teacher said she was dismissed with the rest of the class as usual, but she never came out.”
“Did you check the library?”
“Yes, we’ve checked everywhere and called everyone we know.” she sobs. “The police have issued an Amber Alert. We didn’t know what else to do.”
