His fingers tightened around her hips, pressing into her flesh. Her toes curled as he rode her hard and deep. Sweat dripped from his head to her stomach as his strokes frenzied.
“Fuck!” he cursed, thrusting into her with one last powerful stroke.
Donna’s inner walls clenched involuntarily around his throbbing dick as he pulsated his hot seed into the thin sheath. He blew out a harsh breath and collapsed over her, catching himself with his forearms. He cupped the back her head and kissed her forehead.
“Shit, Donna!” he gasped against her skin.
Donna struggled with her own breathing as she willed her body through the trembles. As they lay there in post-coital exhaustion, the sweet, masculine scent of his sweat mixed with hers.
“Oh my God, Lincoln. You are—”
“Yours,” he interrupted. “I’m yours. And, now you’re mine.”
He slipped his arm under her body and pulled her to the top of the bed. He pulled the sheet and blanket from the corner and lifted her until she was lying on the fitted sheet. He slid inside and tucked in next to her. After covering both of their bodies, he cozied in next to her.
“Sleep,” he told her, kissing the side of her face. Without debate, because she was spent, she did as told. As soon as she relaxed on the pillow and in his arms, she slumbered.
