Lincoln lowered his head to plant a kiss on my neck. His hands moved to my back as he whispered into my ear. “I don’t want to fuck you until you’re ready. I won’t risk hurting you, Sofia.”
“Trust me. You won’t.” An unexpected flash of warmth flared through me at his words. I didn’t need to be made to feel like some precious princess, but it was nice to know he cared enough to even think about my comfort. “I’m so ready.”
“Yeah?” He nipped at my lip, his hands sliding around my back to unhook my bra expertly. Letting his fingertips trail over my bare skin, he slowly explored every inch of me. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
The ache building between my thighs was becoming unbearable. Not even squeezing my ample thighs together as tightly as they could go provided much relief. “Go ahead then. I think you’ll be satisfied.”
“Oh, I will be,” he said confidently.
Continuing his trail of languid kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, he shifted to plant a kiss on my chest. My hands flew into his hair as he sucked a nipple into his wet mouth. He flicked it with his tongue before releasing it to pinch it between his teeth.
My breathing was becoming heavy and ragged, but so was his. When his palm crept over my skin to cup my mound, I released a moan between my panting breaths.
“God, you’re wet,” he ground out as his fingers slid through my folds, his breathing hard against my ear. “I’m going to slide my fingers into your dripping pussy now, baby. You ready?”
My eyes flew wide open. The mouth on this guy was insane. I wasn’t shy at all, but I had never been with anyone who was so effortless and filthy with the dirty talk. Nor had I ever taken it quite that far myself.
Lincoln clearly expected an answer, though. His thick fingers had halted in their descent.
“Yes,” I whispered into the warm night air. “Please.”
I felt his lips move into a smirk against my skin before he brought them back to mine. My hands danced under the edge of his shirt, seeking out that delectable washboard on his abdomen.
Meanwhile, his fingers kept teasing me. They would move closer and closer to where I wanted them, but then he’d back off again. My legs had started shaking at some point, and I felt Lincoln stiffen for a fraction of a second when he noticed it.
The next time his hands got close to the mark, they didn’t stop. A strangled cry tore out of me when he finally touched me the way I wanted him to.
His rhythm was steady, his touch feather light as he stroked my clit like he was apologizing for all the torture he’d put us through. My fingers flexed on the hard lines of his stomach while I spread my legs farther, needing him to go deeper.
Luckily, the guy didn’t need my words to know what I wanted. He dipped a broad finger into me, and my already weakened legs nearly gave out. It was only the pressure of his body against mine keeping me upright.
“Don’t stop, Linc,” I gasped out between moans. “Please don’t stop.”
His fingers moved faster, deeper, and he kissed me again. Harder this time. Between kisses, he murmured his assurances to me. “Never, baby. I won’t stop.”
Tension knotted between my legs. I was seconds away, and he was so attuned to my body that he gave me exactly what I needed.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Pleasure welled up and spread through me on his next stroke. The knot of tension finally released. Groaning his name, I toppled over the edge of oblivion and found my release.
Lincoln held me up, pressing me into the pillar with his strong hips as he stroked me back down to earth.
“I love hearing my name when you come for me,” he murmured against my skin. His voice was low and husky. So darn sexy. “Think I’ll get to hear it again?”
I wanted him deep inside me, so I ran my hands down his back and to his waistband. “I think you could, but only if it’s with you.”
“I definitely have no objections with that.” He produced a foil packet from his back pocket and stuck it between his teeth. Lowering his hands to his fly, he undid his button and unzipped so fast I hardly saw his fingers moving.
I shoved the jeans and elastic of his underwear down, lifting it over his enormous, fully engorged cock before kicking it down to his ankles with my feet.
Lincoln rolled the latex down his shaft, moving his hands to my ass when he was done. While I was already panting for him again, he paused and locked his eyes on mine. “You’re sure about this, right?”
My fingers closed around his chin as I brought his face closer to mine. “What if I say no?”
He nipped at my lower lip, then stuck his out. “If you say no, then we stop. My balls won’t ever stop being blue, but I mean—”
“I’m joking.” I planted a firm kiss on his mouth and hooked a leg around his hips. “Stop asking stupid questions and get down to business, soldier.”
He gave me a very quick mock salute before bringing his hands to the backs of my thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I didn’t know how I thought the logistics would work, but I hadn’t thought he’d try lifting me up. It was bound to end in disaster, considering I wasn’t some slip of a girl, but Lincoln’s tone didn’t exactly leave room for argument.
“Fine, but this probably won’t work.”
He smirked against my lips and tapped my legs. “It will work. Just be ready and use my shoulders to balance, got it?”
“Got it.” Almost before my words were all the way out, he was lifting me against him.
The pillar was hard and
