“Careful.” My laugh morphed into a groan when she gently squeezed me.
“Does it hurt?”
“Hurt? Yeah, but not in the way you might think.”
“It’s so hard, but it’s soft, too.” I bit down on my lip as she stroked me from root to tip, sliding her finger over the drop of precum. “Thank you.” Her hand fell to her side, and she backed up a step.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Because you let me touch you.”
“Believe me, Maddie, I should be the one thanking you.” When she smiled, my heart burst a little more, and I vowed right then and there to make her smile as much as possible. “Wanna move this to the bed?” She nodded, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Leave ’em on.” Her hands fell to her sides once more. “I wanna take ’em off.”
I positioned her until she was flat on her back, her eyes wide and expectant as she watched me remove the last piece of her clothing. My head became clouded thinking about what she would taste like, feel like wrapped around my cock. If I didn’t get myself under control, all this would be over with before it really started.
“I want to touch you now.” I climbed in bed next to her. With me on my side and her on her back, our faces were close, closer than our bodies, because I needed the short span of distance to be able to move as freely as I wanted without hindrance. I parted her thighs with my hand, tossing her right leg over my hip so I had better access. When I slid my finger through her folds, her body jerked. “Did I hurt you?” I couldn’t see how that was possible because she was drenched, but I needed to be sure.
“No.” Her breathy response told me the opposite was true of what I momentarily feared. She reached over and dug her nails into my leg. “That feels good.”
Never before did I want to thoroughly take my time, and while I always made sure whoever I was with came before me, it was always a rush to the finish line afterward. There was never slow foreplay, exploring, reveling in the feel of the other person. But with Maddie, I didn’t want to stop. I could stay locked away with her like this for days, weeks even, content with discovering every inch of her.
After inserting a finger, I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she nearly shot off the bed. Her moans increased the more pressure I applied, adding a second finger, remaining mindful not to hurt her. I wasn’t sure how much was too much, so I needed to go slow.
Dragging the bottom of her earlobe through my teeth, I bit down the same time I curved my fingers inside her. “Do you like that?” She nodded. Her inner muscles clenched, and I assumed she was close, but I asked anyway. “Are you gonna come for me?” She nodded again, her nails digging harder into my thigh. “Good.” I withdrew my fingers and quickly repositioned myself with my head between her legs.
“Li…” I had no idea if she was gonna ask me to stop, tell me she was embarrassed with the new position, or what, but her head twisted to the side with the first swipe of my tongue, her arms extending above her head while her lids fluttered closed.
I’d only had one taste of Maddie, and already I was starving for more. Too many emotions battled inside me when it came to her, and although I understood what I felt wasn’t purely physical need, I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was.
But I knew one thing for sure, all the time in the world with her wouldn’t be enough.
33
The moment Lincoln agreed to be with me was the moment I realized I loved him. And although most people would tell me I was crazy, that I couldn’t fall in love with someone in such a short amount of time, I felt it in my soul.
The draw toward him the very first time I laid eyes on him was too strong not to be something special. And even though I was in a bad situation and didn’t know him, my gut told me he wasn’t like the men who belonged to the Reapers, even though it took my head a while to come to the same conclusion. As it turned out, I was right.
“Do you wanna come?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. I’d been on the verge before he moved to bury his head down below. I couldn’t respond, the air in my lungs lacking in order to breathe life to an answer. Lowering my right arm, I gripped his hair and pulled; the sound that erupted from his throat savage. I was shameless in the way I ground against his tongue, but my body took over, my mind flitting away because the pleasure was borderline too much. Then his voice brought me back. “I could eat your pussy forever.”
Warmth spread through me, and only a fraction of the heat was due to embarrassment at his words, even though I apparently had no issue with the physical act. How could I still be shy with Lincoln’s mouth working me toward release?
I lost myself to the rhythm of his tongue and the way his fingers played me like an instrument. It was as if he knew my body better than I did.
Even though my dad had preached masturbation to be a sin, that didn’t stop me from touching myself when I was younger. Hormones would do that to a young girl. I’d take extra-long showers or wait until I knew my parents were asleep before discovering my body, figuring out how to pleasure myself.
Clamping my legs together to alleviate the intensity did nothing but push Lincoln’s mouth closer. I was on
