Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
WILLA
I couldn’t tear myself away from Lincoln. Not when the moment felt this heavy…this inevitable. Not when every molecule in my body yearned for him. Like gravity had a name and it was his.
One minute, we were downstairs, kissing in the kitchen. And the next, he had me spread out on our bed, naked and wanting and staring up at him like he was everything.
To me, he was everything.
“Feels like forever since I’ve been inside you,” he murmured against my skin, kissing a path down my body.
I breathed out a laugh that turned into a moan as he licked one of my nipples before sucking hard. “You were inside me like eight hours ago.”
“A fucking lifetime,” he murmured, dragging his mouth lower. Kissing below my breast, over my stomach, on each hip. Then he settled between my thighs, hooking one leg over his shoulder and licking his lips like he was starving. “But first, I need a reminder of how fucking good my wife tastes.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he licked a slow path straight through my center like he had all the time in the world before flicking my clit at the end.
I gasped, reaching down and threading my fingers through his hair, because fuck.
That mouth. I’d never get tired of it. Wanted to feel it every day for the rest of my life.
And I was actually going to get my wish.
He was slow at first. Lazy. He licked me with long, flat strokes of his tongue that made me arch and whimper and whisper his name like a prayer. And every time I shifted, he tightened his grip on me like he didn’t want me going anywhere. Like I belonged to him.
I did. I belonged to him.
“This is mine, Willa,” he murmured between licks. “I’m the first man who’s tasted this sweet little cunt. I’m gonna be the last, too, aren’t I, wife?”
“Oh my god,” I moaned, hips rolling, heat building low in my belly thanks to his words and his touch.
He glanced up at me from between my thighs, his eyes on fire and a wicked smirk curving his lips. “Not god, baby. Just your husband. I’m the only one who knows what you need, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I panted.
He slipped two fingers inside me and sucked my clit between his lips, groaning low when I gasped, my hips rocking against his mouth. “So fucking greedy, isn’t she, baby? This pussy wants to come so bad.”
I could only whimper in response, words evading me. I was desperate for it—desperate for the release only he’d been able to coax out of me.
“Relax, hellcat. I always make sure you get there.” He curled his fingers inside me, then met my eyes as he traced slow, lazy circles around my clit.
So fucking good but not nearly enough. “I’d stay here all fucking night if that’s what this perfect cunt needs.
Hell, I’d live between your thighs if you’d let me. ”
At this point, with the feelings he coaxed out of my body, I might allow him to. There was no denying it anymore—I was addicted to my husband.
And I no longer had to fight it.
“Linc—please,” I managed, my entire body strung tight with need.
He groaned, a low, filthy sound that vibrated all the way through me.
Then he dove back in, relentless now—circling, teasing, then flicking his tongue exactly where I needed as he thrust his fingers inside me.
I was a writhing mess, one hand in his hair and the other gripping the sheets, completely undone thanks to his lips and his tongue and his touch.
“I can feel it,” he rasped against me. “You’re so close, hellcat. Give it to me. Give me what’s mine. Only mine.”
I couldn’t hold back a second longer. Not when he said things like that. Not with his mouth on me, his tongue working me over so expertly, his eyes molten as he glanced up from between my thighs.
So hungry and filthy and mine.
Everything pulled tight-tight-tight until, suddenly, the tension snapped. I cried out, my entire body shuddering as pleasure crashed over me in wild, reckless waves. Lincoln hummed and held me through it, licking me slower. Sweeter. Softer, but still there. Like he didn’t want to stop.
Like he never would.
Tremors were still coursing through my body when he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin wet with me, his gaze hungry. He looked wrecked and feral and completely undone. Like watching me come—making me come—only reiterated just how much I was his.
And I was. I was his.
He kissed the inside of my thigh once. Then again, slower this time, his eyes locked on mine. A silent I love you written with his mouth.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Needed him like I needed air. Though he’d already made me come, I was still desperate to feel him over me, pressing into me. Grounding me. I tugged him up, and he came without resistance, brushing kisses up my body as he went.
When Lincoln was braced over me, I cradled his face between my palms and kissed him. Tasting what he’d done to me. He slanted his mouth over mine, slow at first, then deeper—filthy and reverent all at once.
And when he pressed his cock against me, sliding through the slippery mess he’d made of my pussy, it only heightened my hunger for him. When he hooked my thigh over his hip and rocked into me, the head of his cock bumping my clit with each thrust, it only made me crave him more.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, eyes fluttering closed as everything in my body centered on what he was doing to me.
“You feel that?” he murmured against my lips. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you, wife? Just from making you come. You know why?”
Whimpering, I shook my head and tightened my legs around his waist, desperate to pull him closer. To take all of him. But he just kept rocking against me and kissed me again, slower this time. Like a promise. Like a vow.
“Because I’m the only person in the world who’s ever tasted it. The only one who’s ever felt it.” He shifted his hips back, notching his cock at my entrance. “And I’m the only one who ever will, aren’t I, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
With a hum of satisfaction, he sank inside. Slow. So goddamn slow. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I wrapped my legs tight around his waist as he filled me inch by inch. Like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be than buried inside me.
A groan tore from his throat as soon as he was seated deep, his forehead resting against mine. “Jesus Christ, hellcat. Always so fucking tight for me. Like your pussy knows I’m the only one who belongs here.”
“You are,” I breathed, hips rolling as I gripped his shoulders, holding him close.
He stilled above me and met my gaze, his chest heaving, jaw tight. “Say it again.”
“You’re the only one.” I dragged my hand down his back, gripped his ass, and tugged him all the way into me. “Just you. Only ever you.”
Something dark and greedy sparked in his eyes—like he’d waited his whole life to hear me say that. And then, all at once, he moved.
He crashed his lips down onto mine, his tongue sliding against mine as he filled me.
Again and again. Pulling nearly all the way out before giving me a deep, grinding thrust that made me cry out.
He rocked into me, his strokes long and sure, every single one dragging a noise from my throat I couldn’t hold back.
We didn’t rush. The frantic pace that was usually present between us was nowhere to be found tonight. Instead, it was something slower. Softer. The steady rhythm of two people who were no longer racing against the clock.
Two people who knew they now had all the time in the world.
“You feel so goddamn good,” he murmured into my skin, his hips rolling, cock sinking deep. “I could fuck you every day for the rest of our lives and still die wanting more. That’s how fucking much I love it. How fucking much I love you.”
My heart stuttered, my stomach flipping even as my pussy clenched around him, my body tightening and readying itself for release. “I love you too,” I breathed. “So much.”
“Tell me again.” He rolled his hips, pressing in even deeper, his voice nothing but gravel and heat. “Say I’m the only one who gets this body. This heart. This perfect fucking cunt.”
“You are. Always.”
“Fuck, Willa.” He rested his forehead on mine, his thrusts quickening, his muscles tight as he held himself back. “Need you to come, baby. Reach down and rub that pretty little clit for me.”
I was too far gone to do anything but obey, sliding my hand between us and stroking exactly where I needed it. Lincoln pressed kisses along my neck, my collarbone, tugged my earlobe with his teeth, all while he sank inside me, again and again, and I whimpered and moaned and gasped with pleasure.
“There you go,” he said, his tone threaded with satisfaction. “You make the filthiest sounds when you’re falling apart on my cock. Let me hear them, wife. Let me hear you come apart on what’s only yours. And then I’m gonna fill up what’s only mine.”
Everything tightened inside me as Lincoln whispered praise in my ear and fucked me like I was sacred.
Like I was his. I worked my fingers in frantic circles over my clit, the pressure building with every deep grind of his hips.
Until everything inside me coiled so tight I thought I might shatter from it.
And then I did.
With a cry, I came undone beneath him, my back arching as white-hot pleasure ripped through me like a lightning strike. My pussy clenched tight around him, pulsing and fluttering in relentless waves as I sobbed his name into the crook of his neck.
“Yes, fuck yes,” he growled, his control breaking. “That’s it. That’s my girl. So fucking perfect when you come for me.”
He gripped my thigh, hooking it higher over his hip, and slammed into me once, twice. Then, on a groan, he buried himself deep, his entire body shuddering as he spilled inside me.
“Fuck, Willa,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and reverent. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
His chest heaved against mine, his breath hot and uneven as he pressed kiss after kiss to my cheek, my temple, my lips. Like he couldn’t stop. Like he was reminding himself I was right here with him.
He stayed like that, buried deep and trembling, one arm braced beside my head, the other clutching my hip like he’d fall apart without the anchor.
And I held him. My thighs quivering, heart racing, body still trembling with aftershocks, I held him like I’d never let him go.
Because I wouldn’t. Because what we had wasn’t a secret or a regret or a mistake.
Because right now, in this moment, I’d never felt more his. And I’d never known a love as sweet as this.