Page 58 of Losing Ansley

"I can try," I tell him. He leans in, giving me a sweet kiss different from the one we just shared.

"Try hard." He murmurs against my lips, then moving down my body, he kisses and sucks and licks. Without warning, his mouth lands on my clit, sucking it hard. This is so different. I'm clenching around the plug, causing sensations everywhere.

I arch my back. Without me thinking, my hands come down to his head, but he stops. When I realize I moved my hands, I move them back and look down at him and see him watching me.

He doesn't even have to say anything. I know if I move my hands, he'll stop again. He winks at me like he's proud; I understand without him having to speak the words, then he's on me again. I grab the pillow under my head to keep from moving my hands as he sucks, licks, and bites.

He inserts one finger and hooks it just so, and just like that; I'm on the edge.

"Oh my god! Lincoln!" This is unlike anything I've ever felt or experienced before. I swear this man knows how to play me just right to make me come precisely when he wants me to and how many times he wants me to. I fucking love it. He starts licking and I begin to ride his tongue; he doesn't stop me, so I keep doing it. I feel the orgasm building, but I don't want to come on his tongue.

"Lincoln!" I cry out. As if he understands, he climbs up my body and pushes down his boxers.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I nod fervently, unable to speak. He doesn't slam into me as I expected, but he wouldn't, would he? Not with me about to be filled to capacity. He eases into me. The more he eases in, the more I grip and tug at the nightshirt around my wrists. I hold onto my pillow, but I need to touch him. I have to touch him.

"Please. Please let me touch you." I cry out. He pulls the nightshirt off my hands and guides them to his back, and I cling to him as I ride the wave I'm about to crash on.

"Oh god!" I cry out as he rocks into me. He leans back, looks down, and watches his cock go in and out of my pussy.

"So fucking hot!" He grinds out as he lifts my hips and thrusts into me. I cling to his forearms and sputter words. He brings his thumb down and begins to circle my clit applying pressure. I clench around his cock and the plug, and my eyes roll back as I dive head-first over the cliff.

I cry out, but he doesn't stop. He keeps rocking into me until he comes too and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight as I rub his spine. He plants kisses wherever his lips can touch.

"You're my addiction, Ansley. And I'll always come back for another hit." He murmurs into my skin. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes at the thought of returning to Atlanta.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ANSLEY

CAROLINE HASChristmas decorations in every room and is giddy about it.

"Look at this." She holds up what looks like moose glasses, and I tilt my head.

"Are those the glasses fromNational Lampoon's Christmas Vacation?" I ask her, and she nods with a big smile.

"I used to have some, but they were broken. I told Sebastian about it, and he bought me some more. He surprised me with them yesterday." She tells me, and I smile at her excitement. Liv picks up one of the glasses and examines it.

"I don't think I've ever seen that movie." She says, and Caroline gasps. I roll my lips between my teeth.

"Well, we will remedy that this Christmas." She exclaims, and Liv's eyes widen. I chuckle.

"You'll like it, Liv; it's pretty funny," I tell her. "Lincoln, Dylan, and I watch it every Christmas. It's one of Lincoln's favorites too." Caroline takes us on a tour of the rest of the house and shows us the dining room they've spent the past couple of months cleaning to prepare for the holidays.

"Do you want to see the nursery?" Caroline asks. Liv and I gasp.

"You already have the nursery ready?" Liv questions, and Caroline shakes her head.

"No. We have a crib and a changing table, but we're not going to start painting or anything like that until after we do our gender reveal." She leads us upstairs and shows us the room down the hall from their room, and for once, I feel a little jealous. She and Bass know where they're headed. While Lincoln and I are finally together, I'm unsure about our future.

He said he wants me to move in with him when I return home, so I guess that answers my question. I really hope that doesn't change over time, though.

We make our way downstairs and to the kitchen, where Caroline attempted to make taco soup. Her words, not mine.

"Sebastian says the only way I'll learn is if I try. So if it's gross, we'll order pizza." She tells us, and we laugh. "It's chilly today, so I thought this would be perfect. I got wine for you two if you want some. It's in the fridge." I open the door and pull it out to pour Liv and me a glass while Caroline scoops soup into bowls for each of us.

We all sit at the table in her breakfast nook, and she takes the first timid taste. She hums and takes another bite.

"It's actually good. Yay me!" She exclaims. We chuckle and dig in. We plan out our Friendsgiving, figuring out the food and cost for everyone. Then we settle in and watch a lame Christmas movie on Hallmark that I don't mind so much. Yes, the plots are predictable, but they're sweet and get me in the Christmas spirit.

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