Page 57 of Losing Ansley

"Holy fuck, Ansley! Are they here?" He looks around the room like they're going to appear magically. I clear my throat.

"Yes. They're in the drawer you gave me under my stuff." Before the words are barely out of my mouth, he's out of bed and opening the drawer. He holds them both up and eyes me as he climbs back in the bed and kneels between my thighs. He looks between them and me.

"So, you're telling me you've been walking around my house with butt plugs in, and you haven't told me?" He sounds affronted, and I laugh.

"Only when you're not home. Each day I try to see if I can go longer than the previous day. I had just taken it out right before you got home today." At my words, he balks, and I bite my lip.

"I was pretty turned on, so I didn't complain one bit about being late to Connor's." He gapes at me.

"I'm proud of you for taking this seriously, but I can't believe you haven't told me about this. Did you happen to bring your vibrator or buy one?" My shoulders slump, and I shake my head.

"No, I was a little nervous about buying the butt plugs. I was so focused that I didn't think about anything else. I did get the lube, though." He smirks and shows it to me. I didn't see him grab that from the drawer.

"We can go to a store tomorrow and look around. If we find something, we'll do it tomorrow." He tells me, and I immediately feel better.

"Yeah. Okay." I whisper. He brushes the hair out of my face.

"What's going on in that head of yours, pretty girl?" He asks, and my eyes meet his.

"You haven't said anything about it since I brought it up. I thought you didn't want to anymore." I whisper. He brings his hand up to cup my jaw.

"What else?" He asks, knowing I'm not telling him everything.

"And we've had sex every night since I've been back. So, I started feeling like you didn't want me since we were going to sleep. All those old insecurities were creeping in." I admit. He brings his nose down, running it along my jaw.

"Baby, I was on you the moment I walked through those doors when I got home. You just said we were late getting to Connor's. I had to have you." He assures me. And I nod.

"I didn't say my thoughts were reasonable," I mumble. He chuckles as his hand runs down my body and to the bottom of my nightshirt. He leans in and brushes his lips against my mouth.

"I can guarantee you that I will be ready to go anytime you want me, baby." He rubs his hard cock against me again, hitting my clit, and I gasp.

"Want to test out one of the butt plugs while I make love to you?" My heart begins to beat rapidly, and I nod.

"Roll over, baby." I roll over onto my stomach, and he pulls my panties down. His hands come up to my ass as he spreads my cheeks.

"Ansley, you are so beautiful and sexy." He moans out.

"I'm going to pour some lube on, okay?" It takes me a moment to answer because my heart is in my throat, but I squeak out an okay. The liquid is surprisingly warm. He must have been preparing for this so it wouldn't be cold.

His thumb begins to rub lazy circles around me. I push my forehead into the mattress. I have learned over the past week how good this feels. I want more. I need more, but he doesn't give it to me.

"Lincoln!" I groan.

"Impatient, are we?" He questions. All I can do is push back. I don't care if I look desperate; I am ready. He removes his thumb. Then he rubs the tips of one of the plugs around me, and with each circle, he pushes it in. When he breaches me, he slows down, and I want to scream.

"Color, sweetheart."

"Green!" I shout, and he chuckles. I am desperate. I need him to finish so he can make love to me as he promised. He pushes my nightshirt up and rubs his other hand along my spine like he's comforting me. It works a little.

Then he pushes the plug in, and I sigh in relief. He leans over and rocks against me, causing it to move inside me, and I moan.

"How do you feel?" He whispers against my neck. I push back against him, causing the plug to move in me again. I can't fucking wait until tomorrow night.

"So good." I breathe out as he turns me over. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sudden movement. Not because it hurts but because my senses are heightened. I wonder what it will feel like with him inside me.

Before I can think any longer, his mouth is on mine, his tongue sweeps against mine, and his hands are everywhere. He lifts my nightshirt, and I raise my hands, but instead of pulling it off, he twists it so my hands are caught.

"Can you keep your hands here and not move them?" He asks, and I gulp.

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