Chapter 43
Imogen
It’s Sunday, which means Lincoln will be home today. I’ve had butterflies in my stomach all day thinking about his return.
Pierre scolded me for singing very loudly, and badly, while we were tending to the garden today, and then for being fidgety
and excitable at dinner, although there was no bark to his tone at all. I can tell he misses Lincoln while he’s away too,
and he’s always a little extra when he’s expecting him home. We did finally finish our Marvel universe marathon though and
I am still holding firm in my opinion that Black Widow is the most kick-ass Avenger ever—especially after Endgame.
Pierre retired to his room shortly after dinner. I suspect he’s well aware of the change in my and Lincoln’s relationship
and it’s probably his way of giving us a little privacy, which I’m grateful for. I came to the library to read for a little
while, or at least I’m trying to, but even my comfort read of Mary, Colin and Dickon can’t hold my attention this evening.
The main doors open, vibrating through the walls of the house.
My heart rate kicks up and the kaleidoscope of butterflies in my belly go from gentle flutterings to a frenzied flight.
I jump up, placing my book on the reading table before running out into the hallway.
He’s heading toward me, looking dark and dangerous, yet delicious enough to eat.
He drops his bag to the floor with a satisfying thunk and our eyes lock.
Wordlessly, he crosses the hallway in a few giant strides, his onyx eyes never leaving mine. Then he picks me up, wraps my
legs around his waist and presses me flat to the wall, grinding his hard length against my aching pussy while he nuzzles my
neck. “Missed you so much, baby.”
I throw my head back and he cradles it in time to stop me from hitting the wall. But then he takes full advantage of the better
access to my neck, trailing his teeth over the delicate skin there.
With his free hand, he pulls my panties aside before sinking a finger inside me with a deep guttural growl that rumbles all
the way from his chest. “Why are you always so goddamn wet for me, angel?”
Pleasure builds in my core and I whine, curling my fingers in the thick hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ve been wearing my
plug all day, sir.”
“You have?” He twists his finger, working it deeper.
“Y-yes. I worked up to the biggest one.”
“Imogen.” My name leaves his lips on a pained groan. “You’re going to be the ruin of me, baby.”
Before I can ask him what he means, he crashes his mouth against mine and kisses me so hard I struggle for breath. He goes
on kissing and finger-fucking me while he carries me upstairs to my bedroom and then lies me on the bed like a princess, before
sliding his finger out of me. Quickly he removes all my clothes and then he climbs off the bed, leaving me panting from the
loss of his touch.
He stands over me, eyes blazing with hellfire as they rake greedily over my skin. “Spread your legs for me, angel.”
Obediently, I do as he asks, aware of the wet heat dripping from my center. He watches me while he undresses, his gaze never
leaving my body.
“Jesus fuck, that jeweled plug looks beautiful in your ass.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And you already worked up to the biggest one?” I nod as he crawls over me, spreading my legs wider with his knees. “You know
that means I’m going to fuck your ass?”
A thrill of pleasure rockets through my body. “I know, sir.”
He kisses my neck, sliding his hand between my thighs and pressing against the base of the plug. “You’re such a good fucking
girl for me. You’re aching for me to fuck you aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I gasp, because it’s true.
“I’m aching for you too, angel. All I could think about while I was away was you playing with your pretty little cunt and
stretching your ass for me with your plugs.”
He sinks two fingers inside me now and I coat him in a rush of heat. My core ignites with pleasure.
“How many times did you make yourself come while I was away?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t count.” I pause, relishing in the growing desire evident on his face. “Was I supposed to?”
He smirks. “Did my naughty angel make herself come so many times she lost count?”
Shame and guilt wash over me. “I’m sorry, I thought that—”
He silences me with a kiss, an all too brief one. “I’m teasing you, baby. Did the toy I bought you feel good? Did you think
about me when you used it?”
He keeps working his fingers in and out of my pussy while he speaks, slowly stoking the fire inside of me.
“Y-yes, I always thought of you.”
He hums appreciatively. “Good girl.”
“It didn’t feel as good as you though, sir.” I purr the last word as seductively as I’m able to, my eyes locked on his, enjoying
watching his gaze grow hungrier. “It never feels as good as you.”
His eyes sparkle, letting me know he’s pleased about that fact even if he doesn’t say it.
But then he stops what he’s doing and pushes himself up until he’s kneeling between my spread thighs.
He grabs hold of his dick, squeezing it until a droplet of precum beads on the slit.
“Show me what you learned, Imogen. Play with yourself for me.”
“Linc, please?” I whimper. “I want you.”
He rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit. “I know, baby. You’re going to get all of me very soon. My fingers and my mouth.
Then I’m going to fuck your beautiful cunt and your virgin ass. But first, I want to see what my girl learned while I was
gone.”
Heat warms my cheeks. I didn’t expect him to want to watch. He tugs his dick and curses in a language I don’t understand.
It’s exciting and thrilling, but it also reminds me that there’s so much I don’t know about him. However, I don’t have time
to think about that too much, because the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing that exists in the entire world,
it’s all the encouragement I need to do what he just asked me to.
I slide a trembling hand down over my stomach and between my thighs, pushing his thumb out of my way before rubbing my clit.
Then I glide my fingers around the edges of the swollen bud, increasing the pressure.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls. “Show me what else you did while you were thinking of me.”
Biting down on my lip to stifle a needy moan, I slide my free hand between my legs now too and push two fingers inside my
pussy.
Lincoln’s eyes are glued to my hands as he watches me. “That’s it, baby. Make yourself come for me like my good girl.”
“Linc,” I whimper as I bring myself closer to the edge.
He trails his fingertips up the inside of my thigh. “So fucking hot to watch my perfect girl claiming my pretty little cunt.”
His words are my undoing and he knows it. He smirks when my orgasm takes me under, making my back bow and my legs tremble. I’m still quivering when he gently removes my hands and pins them above my head. “Let me taste the mess you made, angel.”
Oh, my god! He trails bites and kisses down my neck, over my breasts and stomach, his throat rumbling with feral pleasure.
“Keep your hands where they are,” he orders before releasing me. And then he’s pushing my thighs flat to the bed, dipping
his head before he flattens his tongue against my pussy and licks the length of my wet slit.
My hips buck against his face as a lightning bolt of pleasure travels though my pussy, piercing deep into my core. Whatever
pleasure I’m able to bring myself, Lincoln can multiply it tenfold. Every single touch is electrifying. From the firm grip
of his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my thighs, his teeth scraping my sensitive skin, to his skillful tongue coaxing
wave after wave of pleasure from me. I grab onto the pillow and suck in a substantial calming breath, but it does nothing
to stop the violent tremors from wracking through my body.
“You taste even sweeter than I remember, angel,” he murmurs against my skin, the vibrations from his words sending tiny shock
waves through my center.
“Linc!” I whine, needy and desperate.
His teeth graze my clit and fireworks explode behind my eyes. A deep aching warmth fills my core before bursting out of the
spot where Lincoln has his mouth. He sucks and licks me through every tremor, until I melt into the mattress, feeling spent
and almost boneless.