Page 75 of Strike Zone

“God, Linc, I need you.” He grazes my nipple with his teeth before sucking it into the wet warmth of his mouth. I arch my back up off the bed, desperate for more, but he doesn’t quicken his pace, instead savoring every flick of his tongue on my tightly budded skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Diana. Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” He moves his attention to my other breast, reaching around to unhook my bra as I writhe under his ministrations.

As he works his way down my stomach, I shy away, self-conscious of my growing belly. I’ve always been lean, toned, and muscular. I don’t recognize my ever-changing figure as the weeks go on. “You don’t have to do that.”

I move to cover my stomach with my hand, but he gently intertwines his fingers with mine before pinning my hands at my sides. “I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s so fucking sexy, it makes my cock twitch every time I see you.” He lowers his lips to the soft swell of my bump, raining featherlight kisses over every inch. “This… is mine.”

He continues lower. “Say it, Diana.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.” He captures my clit in a soft, open-mouthed kiss. “Let me show you how good it can feel to give your body over to the pleasure only I can elicit from you. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“Linc…” I moan his name as my brain wages war with my heart and this insatiable thirst for him.

“I’m yours, Diana. Let yourself be mine.” He darts his tongue out, kissing the length of my pussy in one long, languorous lick.

“I’m yours, Linc. My heart, mind, and body are yours. My pleasure is yours alone. Please, don’t break me.”

My words are his undoing. Soft licks give way to firm kisses, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I can’t contain the moans of pleasure that escape me—unrecognizable, primal, and saturated with the desire to be claimed as his.

“Oh God, Linc… yes… right there… don’t stop.”

His hands brace my thighs on either side, pushing them to their limit. “You taste so fucking good, Diana. I could kiss you for hours and never tire of your arousal on my tongue.”

He laps at my entrance like a man lost in the desert, finding water for the first time. “Right there, please… oh God.”

“I’ve got you, Diana, I always will.” For the first time, I truly let go, giving myself completely to another person—to him. At this moment, I know he means it and trust that we can find a way to make this work.

Closing my eyes, I let my hands drift up my sides, cupping my heavy breasts as he continues to lavish me with his tongue. “Linc…”

“You’re so beautiful.” His eyes are pinned on me as I tease my nipples while he flicks my clit until I’m on the edge of orgasm.

“I’m close.”

“I know.” He pushes one finger inside me, setting the same slow rhythm as his mouth. “You’re so responsive right now, as if you were made for me. For us. I want to hear you come, Diana. Can you do that? Come for me.”

It’s not a command. It’s a plea.

He continues to coax my body higher, closer to the earth-shattering release I know is building deep in my core. “Come for me, Diana.”

“I want you to come with me, Linc.”

“I’d make a mess right now, southpaw. Don’t worry, when I come, you’ll be right there with me, screaming my name. This is just a warmup. An appetizer.” He nuzzles between my thighs, his tongue relentless as sensation takes over, and my body sets me free. I take flight, spreading my wings as I soar to new heights, breath labored as if taking in a lungful of clean air for the first time. My head is swimming with nothing and everything at once. Every word spoken between us, stolen moments of passion, and angered words simply fall away.

“Linc…”

“It’s okay to let go, Diana. I’ve got you. I always will. I love you.” Those are the three words that unlock the key to passion without fear. Fisting my hands in the deep blue of my bedsheets, I crash over the edge, headlong into an abyss of infinite pleasure—surrounding me—coursing through me—weaving itself into the very fibers of my being.

“Oh my God… Linc…” His name becomes my litany of worship as I’m overcome, riding the aftershocks of release, my body slick with a sheen of sweat.

Trailing featherlight kisses up and down the inside of my thighs, his fingers graze my stomach in a tender caress before he moves his mouth to take their place. His touch is soft and sweet, yet animalistic in the way he stalks my body, full of carnal desire.

“You’re so exquisite, Diana.” He continues to brush his lips over my curves, straddling my hips, ever so protective of the bump. He draws my nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue over the tip. My body is changing, and my breasts are no exception. They’re full and heavy, more sensitive to touch and pleasure.

When we’re eye to eye, there’s fire in his ice-blue gaze, and a love I never knew was there before, and yet seeing it now, it’s familiar. It reflects my own, even before I understood the aching push and pull I felt every time we’ve been together.

It’s always been him. It was always meant to be him.

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