He rubs the pad of his thumb over my lips. “I like when you call me Lincoln.”
“I like calling you that too.”
He smirks. “Like it even better when you call me Linc.”
My skin flushes with heat. I only ever call him that when he’s teasing me, or making me orgasm. “Can I still call you sir too?”
He kisses me softly. “Call me whatever you prefer, angel.”
“I like when you call me angel.”
He kisses me again. “You are my angel.”
My entire body is singing with happiness and contentment. I love this feeling of being able to be so open with him. I adore being able to show my desire for some affection and him simply enjoying offering it with no agenda. “I love it when you call me baby too.”
He growls when he kisses me one more time, and the sound rumbles through my bones. “I have to go prep for my trip, but I’ll be done by this afternoon and I’ll make you moan all the names you call me before I leave, baby. How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect, sir.”
Chapter 40
Imogen
I decided to take a long soak in the bath this afternoon, another luxury I’ve found I really enjoy, especially with the decadent bubble bath Lincoln found for me. When I’ve soaked long enough that my skin is wrinkled like a prune, I find Lincoln in my bedroom waiting for me. He’s already dressed in the black cargo pants and tight black tee he always wears when he leaves on one of his expeditions, and he’s sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. The huge antique mirror has been turned so it’s facing him, which is odd as he doesn’t usually like looking at himself. I also spy a black velvet-covered box on the floor beside him that piques my curiosity. He grabs the pillow from behind his back and places it between his spread thighs.
Then he pats it. “Come sit here, angel.”
I do as he asks, excitement fluttering low in my belly.
He takes off my towel and hooks my legs over his own, spreading them wide while he drapes my damp hair over my shoulder. The two of us are reflected in the antique mirror and I marvel at how small my body looks against his and how my olive skin is pale against his midnight-black clothes. He rests his lips against my ear. “I have a gift for you.”
“A gift?” More excitement. I can’t recall the last time anyone ever gave me a gift for no reason before I arrived here and now this is my third in two months. More if I count the new bubble bath and the Milky Ways.
Lincoln hums, warm breath dancing over my skin and making goose bumps break out over my flesh. “Yes, but before I show you your gift, I want to teach you a little about this beautiful body.” He spreads my legs wider with his own. “So you’re going to watch in the mirror while I play with your sweet cunt, and we’re both going to learn a little more about exactly what you like.” Taking my hands, he places them behind my back and then wraps one arm around my waist.
Then he glides the pads of his fingers between my folds and spreads them open. It feels wicked and dirty to look at myself this way, and to enjoy watching his expert fingers manipulating my flesh, but I’m too transfixed to look away. “Look at this pretty pink pussy. Already wet for me.”
“Linc,” I whimper, watching every move he makes in the mirror, excitement shuttling through my veins.
“I know, baby.” He circles his fingers, concentrating on the swollen bud of flesh. “You already know this is your clitoris, yes?”
I gasp, pleasure already coiling deep in my core. “Yeah.”
I go on watching him in the mirror, hands moving methodically and skillfully over my sensitive center. “Did you also know it’s not just this part here you can see, the nerve endings run deep, and even here...” He swirls a fingertip nearer to my entrance. “This is all part of your clit, baby. And you’re particularly sensitive right here.” He presses gently on a spot that makes my back arch in pleasure.
“Oh, god.”
“Not god, angel. Say my name.”
“Lincoln,” I whine, writhing against his fingers as much as I can while he holds me firmly in place.
“I want you to touch yourself while I’m away. Discover allthe places that make you purr like that. Find out what it is that brings you the most pleasure.”
“You,” I gasp. “The way you touch me brings me the most pleasure.”
He smiles against my neck. “That makes me so fucking happy, baby, and you’re such a good girl for me. So watch my hands.” One of his thick fingers slides inside me, making wetness rush between my thighs and warmth pool in my core. “And right here,” he says, pressing firmly against a spot deep inside me and I almost climax right here and now. “This is your G-spot. But if you’re fingers aren’t long enough to find it, I got you a gift to help.”
Oh, yes! The gift.
