“Thank you, Lincoln. Now, can you do all that complimenting without all those clothes?”
He grinned, and it was oh so sexy. The look he gave her as he loosened his tie was a promise. Intent on ensuring that he kept that promise, Donna reached back, worked the clasp of her bra, and dropped it to the floor. Cool air tapped budded nipples that were already erect and calling him out.
After freeing himself from his tie, he worked on the buttons of his shirt. The striptease was alluring, but Donna didn’t have a clue how much time she’d have with him. So, she stepped to him and ripped the possibly very expensive shirt open until buttons flew about the room. He laughed at her eagerness as he peeled the shirt off and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Now, Lincoln had always been easy on the eyes, but Lincoln without a shirt was blindingly erotic. Their other encounters had been so rushed, she had never had time to savor his deliciousness. His tan skin and military tattoos stretched under the rippled muscles of his chest and arms. He obviously spent a considerable amount of time in a gym. She reached out to touch the smooth hairs on his chest, but with a gentle shove, her butt bounced on the bed.
He lowered to his knees, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He pushed her legs apart and toyed with the lace thong.
“As long as you’re here,” he started with a grimace. “You’ll never need these again.”
One large finger looped the thin material and tore it from her body. He gathered the lace into a ball and stuffed it in his pocket.
He pushed his face between her thighs and moaned when his tongue contacted her eager clit. Donna pushed her fingers through his thick hair and cried out when he sucked her into his warm, wet mouth. She squirmed under his expertise, but he tightened his grip on her hips and held her still.
“Mmmm!”
Underthemost pleasurable assault on her throbbing clit, Donna fell limply to the bed. She clawed at the satin bedding as he mouth-fucked her with vigorous enthusiasm. He moaned against her pussy and slurped her pleasure until she could take no more. As she neared her end, her legs stiffened and her entire body convulsed.
“Lincoln, I’m…aghh. Fuck!”
“Mm-mm,” he mumbled confidently over her exploding clit as she shattered to pieces.
Donna was a sweaty, quivering mess as her body melted against the bed. Yet, Lincoln was not done.
She jerked violently as he continued to lick the electrified bundle of nerves between her thighs. The unadulterated pleasure was nearing unbearable. She reached down and attempted to push his head, but he grabbed her hand and pinned it to her side. Without allowing her to come down, he took her even higher, licking fast then slow, sucking hard then soft until she was having another earth-shattering orgasm.
“Got-damn it!” she blurted through heavy breaths.
As Lincoln worked his way out of his pants, Donna did her best to control her trembling legs. She tried to push herself up to the top of the bed, but he grabbed her ankle and slid her back to the edge.
“Be still,” he ordered with a stern voice and narrowed eyes.
She watched with amazement as he rolled protection over his hard-on. Thick veins vined an almost intimidatingly large dick.
When he was done, he leaned over her, lowering himself enough to reach her lips. Donna caressed his face and raised up until their lips met. She opened enough to accept his tongue and to offer her own. The taste of her own pleasure filled her mouth as she kissed him with brazen hunger. Just as well as he’d made love to her clit, he was making love to her mouth. The passion in his kiss was like an electrical current, shooting directly to her sex. Without severing their connection, he guided himself into her wet opening. Her breath hitched when he buried his enormous dick deep inside.
“Mmm.” She moaned from the sheer pleasure of his invasion.
She’d missed him. If only to herself, she could admit it. She’d missed his smile, his laughter, his kiss, his touch, and damn did she miss his big, thick dick.
After allowing only seconds to adjust to his size, he pulled out almost completely before pushing into her with a force that pushed her upward. He rested on one forearm and slid his other hand under her ass. He lifted her so she would have no other choice but to take every inch of dick he was giving.
Her hands flew to his wide back. She dug her fingers into his moist skin and held on for dear life while he fucked her with the clear mission of driving her insane.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “So, fucking tight…ugh! You’re gonna make me cum.”
Although his strokes slowed, they were just as deep, just as powerful. Donna’s moaning and groaning bounced off the walls of the borrowed room. If anyone was listening, surely, they’d be envious.
Lincoln was fucking her life, her entire past away. Right then and there, he’d erased every sexual encountered she’d ever experienced. There were none before him, and there would be none after him. The way he was occupying her insides, no one could follow.
He continued to fuck her but lowered his head enough to roughly suck her nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it and gnawed on it with just enough force to make her scream. Sucking her nipples while rocking in and out of her pussy pushed her completely over the edge.
“Ughhh! Fuuuuuuuck!!” she cried out, not giving a damn who heard.
Donna had never heard such a sound escape her throat. It sounded as if he was performing an exorcism. Still, Lincoln offered no reprieve. He stood straight, placed her legs on his shoulders, and pounded her senseless. Donna went mute, no longer able to speak, or even cry out. Breathing was all she could muster, and her breath was loud, labored and heavy.
“You keep running from me!” he gritted between strokes. “Aghh!Stop. Fucking. Running from me, Donatella!”
