Page 52 of Lillian

I nod, a moan ripping out of me when his next thrust is harder than the last.

“Say it,” he demands. Another hard thrust.

“Yours,” I oblige him. Lincoln grabs my other leg and pushes it down on the bed so I’m splayed open for him.

“Tell me you thought about me,” he grunts, pushing into me again.

The feeling is euphoric. The way he fills me, the aggressive way he grabs me. Owns me. Then his words register, and confusion filters through the euphoria.

“Wh-at?” I gasp in between thrusts.

“Tell me you thought about me,” he repeats.

“When?” I moan, a second orgasm building. I wiggle my hand between us so I can push myself over the edge. But he smacks my hand away as soon as my finger grazes my core.

“The past four years. Tell me you thought about me when some pencil-dick prick was inside you. Tell me it was my face you saw, wishing it was me inside you instead.” I’m so shocked by the raging jealousy in his tone that I blink up at him, not responding.

He stops moving inside me and waits for my answer.

“I–what?” I ask again, not sure I want to give him that kind of power over me. Not sure I want to admit that I thought about him almost every time I had sex since we broke up. Or at least after. Comparing every mediocre man to him.

But he must read the truth in my eyes because he starts moving again, slow to start, and gives me a gift first. “I thought of you. Every time, it was always your face. You’re so deeply ingrained in me, I couldn’t ever shake you from my mind.”

“Lincoln,” I moan, close my eyes, and concentrate on the feeling of him inside me. Heat starts to build, more intense this time.

“Say it.” He brushes a thumb lightly over my clit. A promise. Give him what he wants, he’ll give me what my body needs.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes. It was always you.”

In answer, his fingers press harder against me, and I come on a cry.

Lincoln’s hips stutter and then stop deep inside me as his release fills every inch of me. His heavy body droops on top of me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me, wanting to savor our connection.

“I love you,” he murmurs to me, and kisses my sticky temple. He’s said it several times since we reconnected, but it doesn’t stop my pulse from jumping when he tells me again right now.

I open my mouth to tell him I love him too, but stop. And I don’t know why. I’ve said it before, and I do. Love him. But for some reason, I can’t make myself say the words to him.

Before I have the chance to truly freak out or worry that I’ve offended him with my silence, I realize he’s fallen asleep.

Relieved that I’m off the hook, I gently maneuver my way out from under him, doing my best not to wake him up, and I head to the bathroom to clean up.

Once I’m done, I slide back into bed with him, pull the comforter up over us, and snuggle into his side, wondering how the hell this is my life now.

The sunrise peekingthrough the bottom of Lincoln's black out curtains is ironically what wakes me up. That, and it’s always been impossible for me to sleep well in someone else’s bed.

Lincoln’s chest is still molded to my back, his arm still draped around my middle and pulling me into him. Part of me is thrilled that he seeks me out even in sleep, but that part is drowned out by the sticky feeling of my skin, my body overheated from the constant contact all night with the furnace behind me.

With a slight wiggle, I test how easy it might be for me to slide out without waking him up. His arms tighten instantly, my efforts futile.

“Lil?” His voice is gruff with the last remnants of sleep.

“Morning,” I whisper to him.

“Morning,” he echoes and kisses my neck, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through me.

I can feel his grin against my neck at the shiver it brings, and he kisses me again in the same spot. Again, a little lower, all the way down to my shoulder, and I start to pant at the contact.When his lips travel back up to my ear, he kisses it before biting down gently, tearing a moan out of me.

Needing more, so much more, I grind back against his dick nestled on my ass. We’re both still naked from last night, so he’s so close to where I need him to be.

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