She squeals, her face lighting up with happiness. “My reward?”
Dammit, I feel things for her that go way beyond sex, beyond my need to protect her. She’s unraveling me inch by inch and I have no desire to stop her. I scoop her up from her spot on the stool and bring her to her bed. I could have done what I had planned on the kitchen counter, or the table, but the bed will be more comfortable for her. And this will be all about her. I lay her down, spreading her legs wide open for me.
She bites down on her luscious lower lip, making me want to do the same.
Gently I swipe my finger through her pink swollen folds and she winces. “Are you sore, baby?”
“Yes, sir. But I’m okay.” Her lower lip wobbles. I’m sure she’s thinking she’s going to miss out on her reward, but that’s not going to happen. It’s my reward too.
I press a reassuring kiss on her lower abdomen. “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you, but I’m still going to take care of you.”
“But I want you to fuck me, sir,” she whimpers.
I crawl over her and nuzzle her neck. “You’re a good girl for telling me what you want and for admitting that you’re sore, but right now, I’m going to ask you to trust me, angel. If I fuck you, it will hurt. Not like before. It will be worse. Even though you’re wet. Even though I know you want me to.”
My fingers work through the buttons of her shirt—my shirt—and I open it wide, exposing her beautiful body. The curve of her hips, her flat stomach, her luscious tits, begging to be bitten. Seeing her in my clothes spikes the possessive need in me. A contrast between the familiarity of it and the animalistic claiming of her by wrapping her in something that’s mine. I trail kisses over her collarbone, down to her pert nipples. I lavish one with attention, flicking the peak until it hardens further in my mouth, before moving to the other.
She winds her fingers in my hair, pulling at the roots while she writhes beneath me. Desperate and eager. So fucking needy and sweet. “Lincoln,” she whines.
Unable to deny her any longer, I move lower. The scent of her pussy already has my mouth watering, feral to taste her. I’ve thought about eating her cunt for so long, aware it’s likely to be the final nail in my coffin. Fucking her senseless is one thing, but burying my face in the most intimate part of her, having her fall apart on my tongue... that’s going to be my undoing. There’s no going back once I do this. My ruin will be entirely complete.
She whimpers when my breath dusts over her clit. “Please. I need you inside me.”
“I promise this will feel just as good, baby. Trust me.”
I flick my tongue over her swollen bud and she cries out my name, her hips almost shooting off the bed. I suppress a laugh at her response, directing all my attention to the bundle of nerves controlling her entire body right now. I suck her clit into my mouth, letting her sweet taste overwhelm me. She tastes like salt and honey and sin.
She shrieks. “Wh-what was that? What are you doing?”
“I’m eating your pussy.”
“That’s a thing?”
This time I don’t bother to hide the laugh that tumbles out of me, my lips still pressed against her flesh, sending vibrations through her that make her tremble in a whole new way that makes me even harder. Oh, it’s a thing. A thing I plan on doing a lot of. I direct my attention to her entrance, lapping at the arousal already seeping out of her before slipping my tongue inside her.
“Oh, Linc!” she moans, bucking her hips and riding my face until I’m forced to hold her still with my hands on her waist before she gives herself chafe burns from my beard. “That feels so good.”
Tastes so good too. I could spend hours eating this pussy, and I would if she weren’t so tender. I move from her entrance to her clit, lavishing her cunt with careful attention. And she’s so on edge, all her nerve endings still worked up from last night, that she climaxes easily—her cum rushing out of her and soaking my beard. I drink up every drop I can, wishing I could sink my aching cock into her but knowing I can’t.
She protests that she’s too sensitive to go again. I’d usually push her past that point until she comes on my face once more, but I really do want to fuck her tonight, so I acquiesce and move back to her nipples, sucking and biting on each one. She grinds herself against me, chasing another orgasm already.
“You’re so needy, angel,” I tell her.
“I’m sorry,” she says, a tremor in her voice that stops me in my tracks.
I stare into her beautiful face. “That is absolutely nothing to be sorry about, baby. I fucking love it.”
She gives me a faint smile. “You do?”
“You think Idon’tlove you being desperate for my cock, or my fingers, or my mouth? Imogen, it’s the biggest turn on ever.”
“I was always told a woman being needy wasn’t a good thing.”
I brush back her hair and school my temper. “Forget everything you were ever told about sex and relationships, okay? Hearing you moaning my name is the sweetest sound I ever heard.”
Her smile grows wider. “Can I do something for you?”
She does more for me than she will ever know. “Such as?”
