Chapter 46
LINCOLN
“You’re a work of art. You know that?”
Jules lifts her head off the pillow to look at me where I’m kissing a path over her belly button ring.
Lower. Lower. Lower.
“I want to put you in a picture frame.” My lips flutter against her pelvic bone.
“Lincoln…” she whimpers, her slender hand raking into my hair. “You make me feel beautiful…”
My fingers spread her folds apart and my mouth descends on her clit in slow, deliberate laps.
“You are,” I respond between suckles and kisses. “That’s why I want to own you. Claim you. Display you so the whole world know’s you’re mine and mine alone.”
I don’t let her respond. I don’t give her the chance.
I spear a finger inside her, and then another. She starts to moan low and guttural. But she quickly slaps a palm over her mouth. With a smirk, I crawl back up the mattress and gently pull her hand away.
I stare into her brown eyes. “We have this room to ourselves for the rest of the weekend.” I press my lips to hers.
“And once we leave this guesthouse, we never have to see any of these people for the rest of our lives.” I kiss her again.
“So I’m going to need you to be as loud as you want to be. Do you know what that means?”
“What?” she whispers, her breath fanning my lips as a playful smile curls her mouth.
With two sticky fingertips, I trace the outline of that pretty mouth. “Tonight, I need to hear you scream my fucking name.”
A stuttered breath leaves her. “I can do that.”
I return to my position between her legs, propping her feet on my shoulders. I bury my face in her perfect valley, giving her the very best of my tongue and my lips. And when she’s right at the edge, those tattooed thighs tighten around my head, threatening to suffocate me.
“Lincoln…” she whimpers, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I go harder, returning a finger to her hole. Twisting it.
“Lincoln!” Her voice grows slightly louder.
I know she’s just a few strokes away from exploding. Her pelvis bucks violently against my mouth. I moan at how turned on she is. How her wetness floods my face. How her movements lack control.
I add another finger and curl against her G-spot. I suck her hard, stiff clit into my mouth again and again in harsh, little tugs.
“LINCOLN-N-N-N!!!” she fucking shouts.
Yes, dammit. Yes.
The sound of my wife screaming my name makes me feral. My mouth fucks her ceaselessly until she’s shuddering with gibberish cries falling from her lips. I don’t stop until the echoes of her orgasm are fading away.
Then I drag myself onto the bed to hold her. She nuzzles against my heated chest. She places gentle little kisses against my throat and my collarbone and my jaw, making my body prickle with desire.
When her kisses reach my sticky face, she purrs. “Wow. I made a bit of a mess, didn’t I?” She licks greedily at my mouth.
“My favorite kind of mess.” I suck her tongue between my lips. “But come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She nods into the curve of my neck as I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. I sit her on the wooden double-sink vanity before I turn to start the shower. When the temperature is just right, I guide her into the shower stall and we stand together beneath the spray.
It isn’t long before our hands are roaming all over. So much slick, wet skin to explore. I’m harder than titanium when she starts pumping my erection in her hands.
“Holy fuck, your hands feel good on me.” I grab her by the waist and spin us around so I can press her back against the wet tiles. I lower my lips to hers in an urgent, brutal kiss.
“Need you inside me,” she says hoarsely, her mouth pressed to mine. She lifts one thigh, hooking it around the back of my upper leg.
My hand slides between her legs to touch her. Even with the water of the shower raining down on us, I can feel how slick and warm she is there. She’s ready for me.
Unable to stop myself, I grab my cock at the base, angling it against her slit, my hips giving a few pathetic pumps. Fuck. I know it’s stupid but I just want to feel her nether lips rubbing bare against me.
Jules groans, her head falling back against the wall, her mouth hanging open. “Lincoln…” she groans again.
My fingertips inch across her supple mouth before dipping inside. Her lips close and she sucks, which together with the dry-humping, is enough to send shockwaves down my spine.
“Jules…” I groan, grinding harder against her and putting pressure on her clit.
I know I can’t do this for much longer. If I do, I’ll explode.
“Let me go get a condom,” I say, using all of my self-control to release her body.
But her arms wind around my waist and she pulls me back in. “We don’t need a condom tonight…” she whispers.
I swallow, her offer sounding too good. I don’t think I’m strong enough to refuse. I start to explain myself. “I haven’t gone bare with anyone since—”
She silences me with a kiss before I can complete my sentence. “I believe you. And I’m clean. I’ve always used a condom in the past, and I’m on the pill.”
I swipe at the black hair matted to her perfect face. “You sure about this?” I question her, all while my hips continue to arch and buck against her. All while praying she won’t change her mind.
She takes my cock, angling the tip at her hole. Her other hand reaches up to cup the back of my head. “I’m sure. God, yes. I’m so sure, Lincoln.”
That’s all I need.
I position my crown just right. My hips rear back then thrust forward, and the walls of my wife’s pussy slip around me like the softest glove. The most perfect fit. Pure silk. Tight heat. Subtle tremors.
My knees threaten to slip from beneath me.
But Jules is rocking her hips and her nails are digging into my shoulder blades. “More, Lincoln. I want more. Please.”
Please. And suddenly, there’s nothing I want more than to get her off.
The steam of the shower rises up around us. I pump into my wife, every thrust threatening to pound her right through that wet, tiled wall. Jules’s moans tumble from her mouth, long and loud and unrestrained. The most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
“Yes. Harder. Rougher. Yes,” she demands.
I grab her jaw, covering her mouth with mine and exploring her with my tongue. My orgasm is steadily growing with an intensity that’s going to knock this whole building to the ground. I hold off until I can’t hold off anymore.
Nibbling at the shell of her ear, I ask a dangerous question. “Can I fill my wife?”
She clings to me tighter and her back bows off the wall. “Please. Lincoln, please.”
I go weak when she begs like that. This stubborn woman who submits to nothing and no-one. Here she is, begging me.
“Please, what?” I manage to choke out.
“Please fill me up,” her voice scratches out.
I feel woozy. Unsteady.
I lower my head, taking a moment to kiss the tops of her breasts. Then my hips rear back. And then I thrust forward.
And then I burst.
“Oh my god! LINCOLN!!!” Jules shouts my name so loud, and her body goes rigid against me, every limb tightening at once.
Her pussy squeezes me harder than a vise. So hard I forget I’m supposed to breathe.
I’m still coming. Still exploding. Still filling her up.
And she’s still begging for more of me.
The water has grown cold by the time Jules finally surrenders, her body going lax against the wall.
I fight to catch my breath, barely able to see straight as I turn off the water. I reach for a towel on the rack right outside the shower curtain.
Jules purrs contentedly as I wrap her up in it. She yips when I scoop her off her feet and carry her to the bed.
She pulls me down on the mattress alongside her, not caring that my skin is dripping from head to toe. She crawls atop me, pulling my arms around her waist. “I think this has been the best weekend of my life…” she murmurs, pulling the covers around us.
I don’t answer. I can’t. Finding the right words to describe what I just experienced is impossible.
Not gonna lie. If Cameron hadn’t already called half a dozen times saying that he misses us so much, I might have kept Jules for a few more days here in our quiet bed and breakfast in Crescent Harbor. Leaving our little bubble to go home is going to be tough.
Work. School. Parental duties. Dinner and dishes in the sink. Back to the real world is going to feel impossible.
All I know is I’m in love with this woman.
Period. Point blank. End of discussion.
Our weekend together just solidified that reality for me.
And the part that terrifies me the most? Knowing that the end of our marriage is right around the corner now.
This weekend with Jules is our unofficial goodbye.