Chapter Twelve #2
Harper arched into him and gasped. It hurt, but it felt so good.
It was hard to believe they were finally here. In bed. About to make love. She’d dreamed of this moment for so long, and it had finally arrived.
She wasn’t willing to be passive though. She wanted to touch too. Wanted to run her hands up and down his chest, take his dick in her hand, see if she could make him lose his legendary control.
As he played with her nipples—he had both hands under her shirt now—she ran her own palms under his T-shirt and up his chest. He didn’t have a six-pack, but he didn’t have much extra padding either.
She liked that. Liked that he wasn’t completely built.
He felt more human as a result. Not quite so out of her league.
Harper was well aware that her boobs were a bit saggy and her belly not very toned and . . .
Self-deprecating thoughts about her body flew from her head as Linc got impatient and growled, “Arch.”
She did, and the next thing she knew, the shirt she’d worn to bed was gone. She had no idea where Linc threw it, and she didn’t care, because suddenly his mouth was around one of her nipples.
She let out a little mew, and her hand immediately went to the back of his head, both to anchor herself and to make sure he never, ever moved.
The only word for what he was doing was .
. . feasting. He bit, sucked, and tormented her as he switched from one nipple to the other.
It was too much and not enough. And through it all, he made hungry growly noises in the back of his throat.
It was sexy as hell, and almost hard to believe it was happening to her.
But the tingling between her legs made it very clear that it was happening to her. And Harper wanted more.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she tried to pull it up and over his head, but Linc wouldn’t lift himself from her chest.
“Linc,” she complained.
She saw his wicked grin as he sat up before the material of his shirt blocked his face for a split second. Then he swooped down and went back to playing with her tits.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he said between sucks. “I wondered if you had freckles . . . and now I know.”
“I’ve always hated them,” Harper said breathlessly. “I was also glad they were only on my body and not my face.”
“They’re adorable. And sexy as fuck. I want to kiss every single one.” He lowered his head and proceeded to do just that. But it was when he latched on to the side of her breast and sucked, hard, that Harper arched once more.
“Wh-What are you doing?” she asked, when he didn’t let up. “Wait—are you giving me a hickey? Stop it, Linc!” She began to laugh and squirm in his grip.
When he finally lifted his head, he was grinning from ear to ear, his gaze glued to her chest.
She tried to look down, to see how much of a mark he’d made, but he put his hand over it, still grinning.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
“Couldn’t help it. I love seeing my mark on you.”
Harper flushed. She liked knowing his mark was on her.
He was still grinning when he began to shift down her body.
Harper’s breath sped up. Was he doing what she thought he was? When he took hold of her underwear and raised a brow at her, as if asking permission, she couldn’t do anything but nod.
As he peeled her underwear over her hips and down her legs, Harper felt herself blush once more.
His head was between her legs, and she’d never had a man as enthralled with her body as Linc seemed to be.
In fact, she’d never had a man go down on her.
She wasn’t sure if she’d like it or not. It seemed way too intimate.
Of course, she’d given blow jobs in the past, all men seemed to crave those, but none of her scant few lovers had wanted to reciprocate. She’d suck them until they were hard, then they’d fuck.
But Linc didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry.
She squirmed a little. “Linc?” she asked, sounding unsure—and hating it.
“Hmmm?” he asked, his tone distracted.
“You don’t have to . . .” she started, as she tried to pull him back up her body.
He didn’t budge, but he looked up at her.
“Don’t have to? Of course I don’t. But if I don’t taste you in the next ten seconds, I think I’ll die.
I’ve wanted to be right where I am now for longer than I care to admit.
One of my favorite things in the world is going down on a woman. Do you not enjoy it?”
“Um, I don’t know.”
He frowned. “You don’t know?”
“No one has ever . . .” Her voice trailed off again. She was almost forty—it was embarrassing to admit that she’d never experienced what he was about to do.
Linc looked shocked for a moment, then he grinned. “Seriously? I get to be your first? I’ve never been anyone’s first before.”
Harper opened her mouth to say something—she wasn’t sure what—but the words died in her throat when his head lowered and his mouth got to work.
He licked, he sucked, he nibbled. He did a lot of what he’d done to her nipples, but it felt so much better between her legs.
And when he took her clit between his lips and alternated sucking hard and flicking the small bundle of nerves with his tongue, Harper thought she was going to fly out of her skin.
Good Lord, his touch felt so much better than her fingers! And way better than the hard plastic of the vibrators she used.
She couldn’t stay still. She bucked up against him, and he had to grab hold of her hips so he could keep his mouth on her. Harper would’ve been embarrassed at how much she squirmed and trembled, but she was beyond that now. Was too lost in the pleasure Linc was giving her.
He moved so he had one hand pressing on her belly, his elbow and arm holding her leg open and down, and with his other hand, he pressed a finger inside her as he sucked on her clit.
Harper squeaked, and her other leg flew up, her foot finding purchase on the mattress as she attempted to inch away, get respite from the too-intense feelings he was evoking inside her. But in the next second she was pressing against his mouth, wanting him to flick her clit faster.
He added another finger and began to gently fuck her as he feasted. Harper could see and feel how wet she was. Linc’s entire five-o’clock shadow was drenched in her juices. She was on the verge of an orgasm—a big one.
And Linc wasn’t backing off. He was bringing her higher and higher. It was frightening. Too overwhelming.
“Linc,” she protested, “too much!”
But she didn’t think he heard her. He wasn’t the kind of man to ignore a woman when she wasn’t sure about something.
Especially her, not after knowing her history.
Her voice got stuck in her throat when he lifted his head and used his thumb to roughly caress her clit, harder and faster than his tongue had been able to manage.
“Come for me, Harp. Give it to me. All of it. I want it. I want to see you fly.”
She couldn’t do anything but obey. Not with his fingers caressing her from the inside, his thumb moving faster than she could track on her clit, and his gaze glued to her soaking-wet folds where his fingers were fucking her, as he probably imagined his cock would be soon.
Every muscle in her body went taut, her ass came up off the bed, and she froze for a split second on the precipice.
Then she flew over the edge. It was scary as hell—and freeing. She’d never felt such all-consuming pleasure. Black spots obscured her vision and she closed her eyes, frantically grabbing onto Linc’s shoulders so she wouldn’t fly away.
When she began to come back down to earth, she felt as if she’d run a marathon.
Her heart was beating out of her chest, she was sweaty, but she felt a rush of endorphins like she’d never experienced before.
But instead of feeling exhausted, as if she could sleep for hours, like she’d heard other women describe, she was ready for more. Needed it. Needed Linc.
Her eyes opened, and she saw him still between her legs.
As if he’d been waiting for her to look at him, he lowered his head, still holding her gaze, and ran his tongue between her pussy lips, licking up the juices there.
“Fucking delicious.”
The sight was so erotic, seeing her come on his tongue, that Harper couldn’t wait one more second to have this man.
She sat up suddenly, startling him and giving her the advantage. She pushed on his shoulder until he flopped back on the bed. Her hands went to his boxers, and she roughly pulled them down. His cock burst forth from the material, precome already weeping from the tip.
She didn’t wait, couldn’t wait, to get his underwear all the way off. She needed him. Wanted to taste him as he’d tasted her. Wanted to thank him for the amazing experience he’d just given her.
Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she lowered her head and took him straight down her throat in one fast movement.
He groaned, and seemed to grow even thicker and longer in her throat. Smiling, she mentally vowed to give him a blow job he’d never forget. She might not be his first, but she’d damn well make sure she was the best.