Relax? I’m trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. And the sight of him on his knees is doing all kinds of things to my insides, like melting them. He trails kisses up the inside of my thigh.
“Linc, I’m bleeding,” I whisper.
“I know, baby.” Then his hand is between my thighs and I’m incredibly conscious that I’m about to drip blood all over him. He pushes the tampon inside me with his finger. It slides in easily and the sensation is unfamiliar but not in any way unpleasant... and then he twists his finger sending a wave of pleasure pulsing right through me. That’s not supposed to feel like that, is it? “That feel okay?”
His finger is still inside me. I clamp my lips together and nod.
With a husky laugh he kisses my lower abdomen and then slides his blood-soaked finger out, leaving the tampon in place. “Still okay, baby?”
“Yes. I can barely feel it.”
“Good. And I’ll be available later for removal if you need me.” He winks.
I roll my eyes, even though the thought has me feeling all kinds of ways I probably shouldn’t. I hide it well though, at least I try. “I think I have it covered, sir.”
“We’ll see.” He pushes himself to his feet and then he...
“Lincoln, don’t you dare!”
Too late.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine while he sucks his finger clean. I’m part grossed out, and part turned on, so much that Ifeel like I’m about to combust. I snort a giggle. “That is gross, sir.”
He releases his finger with a wet pop. “Actually, much like any part of you, angel, fucking delicious. And just so you know, I’m available for all manner of tampon insertion or extraction. Whenever you need me.”
I slip my arms around his shoulders. “That’s very sweet of you, but like I said, I think I can manage.” While I adore him taking care of me, I also want to learn how to do all these things for myself.
He nuzzles my neck. “I’ll be pulling it out later to fuck you though.”
“What?” I can’t help the gasp that comes out with that word.
He frowns. “Can’t fuck you with a tampon in, angel.”
“I know, but...” I chew on my lip. “Is that... can we do that when I’m on my period?”
He laughs softly and it’s a wonderful sound. “Baby, we can do anything you want. Did you know orgasms are good for cramps?”
I gasp even louder. “That can’t be true.”
“It is, but we can test the theory later if you like.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
He trails kisses over my neck. “Because the last time you had your period, I wasn’t here, and the time before, I was trying to stop myself from touching you.” He lifts me onto the vanity and wraps my legs around his waist. “But trust me, I would have loved to have slipped my hand into your panties and made you come. I thought about it for the entire movie.”
“Me too,” I admit, heat creeping over my cheeks.
“I have to go do some work, but if you have cramps that you need help with, come find me. Or you need your tampon changing. Or just want to be fucked...” He bites down on his lip and groans.
“Won’t that be very messy, sir.”
He nods. “Really fucking messy, angel. But that’s why we have this wonderful invention called soap and water. And showers. And baths.”
“Actually, I’ve thought about what it would be like to have sex in a bath. Or in the shower.” Specifically, I have imagined his massive hands soaping me all over, and how good they would feel gliding over my wet skin.
He kisses me softly. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll get you fucking filthy and then I’ll clean you up.”
Pleasure snakes in my core. “I can’t wait, sir.”
