Chapter 26 Lincoln #3
“Back,” I ordered, pressing my hand to her sternum until she settled against the pillows. “I want you almost sitting up so you can see me. So I can see the pleasure on your face when I make you come.” I kissed her again, unable to stop myself. “Understood?”
Her breath hitched. Goddamn, that sound.
“Good girl.” My voice came out rough.
I kissed her collarbone and chest, then sucked on her hard nipples, learning the shape of them with my tongue. Her knees parted to make room for me. I knelt between them, slow and deliberate. No matter how close I was to blowing my load in my boxers if I didn’t get inside her soon.
I dragged my palms up her thighs, thumbs catching under the hem of her black panties, and pulled them down. She whimpered, and I smiled. “I feel the same way, overcome with fucking need for you.”
I bent and kissed her knee, then the inside of her thigh, higher, leaving marks with my five o’clock shadow wherever I could.
Before my mouth touched her, I parted her folds with my fingers, teasing her opening.
She was so slick my heartbeat thrummed faster at knowing her arousal was for me.
My cock twitched when I circled her clit with my thumb.
When I finally put my mouth on her, her hips bucked, and I held her down with one hand, greedy for every sound she made.
“Lincoln—”
“Say my name louder.” The whole damn building would know who made her come undone.
She moaned louder when I pushed two fingers into her, my tongue circling around her clit at the same pace.
She didn’t give me what I wanted, though, just whimpers and moans.
When her thighs crushed my head, I looked at her watching me.
Her cheeks flushed as I took in the rise and fall of her chest, making sure this was all desire.
Nothing that would cause her to lose her breath.
“Eyes on me, Nina, watch me eat you out until you cry my nam—”
“Linc—”
That was better. I had to suck her clit between my teeth and curl my hand for her to give me what I needed: her gasping and sweating while sobbing my name.
I licked her through it while she shook and arched her back until she was begging. Her hands tugged at my hair, and only after I checked for the seamless ebb and flow of her breath, only then did I kiss up her body, tasting her everywhere.
“You breathing okay, yeah?” I rasped, brushing the damp strands from her forehead.
“Yeah,” she panted.
“You still want this?”
She brushed my sweaty hair out of my face, then cupped my cheeks. “I still want you,” she panted out.
She pulled me up, planting her mouth on mine, and shoved my last piece of clothing away so we’d be fully skin to skin. Shifting her hips, she lined me up, my head at her entrance.
“Hold on, I gotta get a condom.”
“I need you now.”
I looked up at her, cheeks flushed, chest heaving in pleasure and desire. “Nina, I love you. You want bare? You have me, but no take backs, you understand?”
I chased her gaze with mine, not letting her avoid this. Understanding finally caught up to her hazy eyes.
“When did you get tested last?”
“Hospital. They took blood, ran every lab imaginable. I haven’t been with anyone since—” I swallowed, not wanting to bring it up but needing her to know. “Since before that Infinity Weddings presentation.”
She nodded.
“So you’re safe?”
My chest swelled. “So fucking safe for you, Nina.” I kissed her again, her tongue sweeping in my mouth, the swollen head of my cock twitching against her entrance. “You want me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, so soft but so sure.
That was all I needed. I pushed in, slow, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to take her hard. I waited until her hips rolled up and she met me halfway, then thrusted in deep.
“Fuck—” I gripped the headboard with one hand, her hip with the other, holding her exactly where I wanted her as I set a rhythm.
She was gasping again, chest rising fast. I bent over her, biting her shoulder lightly. “Breathe for me,” I growled. “You stop, I stop. Say you understand.”
“I—understand,” she moaned.
“Good girl.”
Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. She explored my chest with her hands, trailing down my ribs until she found and held on to the “Songbird” tattoo.
“I’m yours.” Her pussy fluttered around me at that. I let go of the headboard, sliding my hand down to circle her throat, not squeezing, just holding. Owning. “You’re mine now. You get that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “yours.”
And that was it. My control snapped. My hands went firm on her hips, keeping her in place against each thrust. Every shiver she gave, every breathy gasp brought me closer.
I pressed my forehead between her breasts, licking and sucking the sweat around her nipples, unwilling to leave any space between us.
She tensed, fluttering and clenching around me.
“I need you to come now.” I snaked my hand between us, between her wet folds to rub her clit, feeling the base of my own dick as I pounded into her. “Tell me I can come with you, Nina.”
“Come with me, Lincoln.” She breathed in pants, her pussy gripping me tighter with every word. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Fuck, Nina!” I grunted my climax out.
Her hands dug into my shoulders, clutching, pulling.
Even spilling into her, I held a shaky rhythm, learning by heart every hitch of her breath, every small cry, until I pinched her, and she came around me, stretching my orgasm even longer.
Her body inched into mine, every shiver and pulse under my hands slow and relentless, until we finally sagged together, chests pressed, hearts hammering, wrapped in the aftershocks.
Her legs loosened around my hips as the last wave hit her, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, willing myself to lay sideways before I crushed her.
“Easy, baby.” My voice came out hoarse, softer now, a low rumble against her skin. I stayed inside her, still giving slow, lazy thrusts that were more about feeling her than chasing anything for myself. “You good?”
She nodded, hair damp and sticking to her cheek, and I kissed it away.
“Tell me.” I cupped her jaw, coaxing her to look at me.
“I’m good,” she whispered, voice wrecked but steady, and something in my chest unknotted.
That’s when she froze, then tried to pull away.
“Shit,” she whispered.
And all my peace came toppling down. She regretted it. She regretted me. She hadn’t said she loved me. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Shit, shit,” she said again, her hands running, through her hair.
She tried to put distance between us. I held her in place, softening dick still inside her.
“Talk to me. You don’t need to go away. I know things got heated, and I said things but …, we can still go slow. It’s okay.”
Her hands covered her mouth as she shook her head, and my heart sank.
“I forgot, Lincoln, I’m so sorry.”
“What is it, babe?” I asked, already knowing the answer and getting ready for my own version of a walk of shame.
“I’m not on birth control.” Her voice was barely audible.
I froze, my cock still buried inside her, heat pulsing hard as her words sank in. She was shaking, eyes wide, hands pressed over her mouth holding her words in.
“I-I’m not on birth control,” she whispered again, voice trembling, ashamed.
I had to force myself to keep still. My hands didn’t loosen on her waist; if anything, I held her closer, wanting her pressed against me so she couldn’t pull away. Her hesitation, that tiny bit of fear and shame, made something deep inside me roar.
“Baby …,” I murmured, voice rough, thumb stroking along her cheek.
She shook her head. “I usually am, I-I swear I forgot.” She bit her lip, eyes darting to mine, expecting me to be mad.
Heat pooled low in my stomach. I imagined her belly swollen with my child. A hard, needy reminder of how much I wanted her, my cock catching up with me to pulse inside of her. “Fuck … you’re mine,” I whispered, teeth grazing her ear. “That’s all I care about.”
Her hands trembled against my shoulders, pressing into me as if testing whether I’d push her away. “That’s insane, Lincoln, we’ve been seeing each other for five minutes.”
“Maybe …,” I breathed, but all I could picture was her pregnant, radiant, and the thought made me ache to protect her—them.
I’d make this work. I’d make this right.
“But damn … just thinking about a baby with you …” My hand pressed into her hip, pulling her closer, letting her feel the full weight of how much I wanted her.
“I … I’m scared,” she admitted, voice small and soft. Her eyes shone hesitance, afraid I’d pull away.
I grinned, leaning down to press my forehead to hers.
“You don’t need to be,” I whispered, caressing her spine, then resting my hands possessively on her ass.
“Your choice. Sleep on it. We can always get Plan B. Or we figure this out, together. I want you, all of you …, consequences, doubts, everything. I don’t give a fuck about anything else. ”
Her breath hitched at my words, and I felt the flush of her heat against me, the trembling of her body beneath my touch. It made my cock pulse harder, my mind and body igniting in a way that was all about her, all about this closeness, all about claiming her in the safest, most intimate way I knew.
Her silence lodged in my chest, but I chose to focus on grabbing the water bottle from the nightstand and put it in her hand. “Sip.”
She did, obedient, and I used the time to shift the pillows higher, making sure she stayed propped up. When she handed the bottle back, I tossed it aside and lay next to her, pulling her against me so her head stayed elevated.
Her fingers trailed down my ribs, and she traced the outline of the bird, slow and curious. Her hand kept exploring, and soon enough, she found them, the silvery rugged lines that told my story. She’d slowed down on each of them as if reading braille on my body.
She leaned in and kissed me, slow and unhurried. No dominance, no urgency. Maybe she wasn’t ready to tell me, but I felt it pouring in every stroke of her tongue against mine. From now on, it was Nina and me breathing the same air, finally on the same damn page.