Page 60 of Roses in Summer

“That’s pretty packaging, ciern.” I let my right hand trace over the edges of the lace on her stomach, loving how she shivers beneath me. “Should I see what the present is underneath?”

My fingers slip below the waistband, trailing over the smooth skin until I meet soft hair. I watch her face as I play with the strip of hair, noticing that her eyes close every time I let my fingers dip a little lower, grazing her just above the most sensitive part of her body. With my eyes trained on her face, I let my fingers drop until I find her clit. Rubbing against it gently, I keep my touch soft.

“My god, Lincoln.” She huffs, tilting her pelvic bone up and granting me better access to her cunt. I don’t shift my focus, keeping my attention on her face and clit as I circle her.

“I want to be buried between your legs, ciern,” I rasp out, bending my face to lick her lips. “I want your cum on my tongue, your pussy around my cock, and your fucking screams in my ear. I want to fuck you against this goddamn wall like an animal, but I won’t.”

“Lincoln, I need more,” she pants out, moving her hips to ride against my hand. I still her undulations, keeping her hips pinned to the wall behind her as I continue my slow torture.

“You’ll take what I give you, ciern.”

Moving my hand further down, I find her opening and let one finger circle her tightness. “So fucking tight. Tell me, how many fingers do you think I can fit inside you, Seraphina? How much can you take tonight?”

“Hmmm,” she murmurs, shaking her head back and forth. “Please.”

I laugh, dipping one finger inside her. She’s fucking soaked, but even the single digit has trouble passing through, and I can’t imagine how fucking tight she’s going to feel once she’s wrapped around my cock.

“You can barely take my finger, ciern. What makes you think you can take everything tonight?”

“Please,” she repeats, her voice breaking as I pump in and out of her slowly, letting my thumb rub in lazy circles over her clit.

“Fuck,” I groan, easing a second finger inside her. “So goddamn tight. Holy shit.”

Increasing my pressure against her clit, I keep my thrusts slow as I move inside her, curling my fingers to rub against her G-spot. I watch her face with each pass, noting how her teeth come down on her lower lip each time I thrust just a little bit harder, a tiny bit faster. Reading her cues, I increase my speed, helping her reach her orgasm and come all over my fucking hand.

“God, yes. Just like that.”

“Say my name.” I thrust up, pausing with my fingers buried inside of her. “Say my fucking name when you come, Seraphina. Not god. Me. Say my fucking name because yours is the only name I call when I fuck my hand.” I start moving again, scissoring my fingers and opening her up as much as I’m able in this position. Maybe I’m a dick for saying that while my fingers are buried inside of her, but I need her to know exactly who she’s with right now.

I can’t see her cunt, can’t see how she grips me like a vice, but fuck, I can feel it.

“Next time,” I repeat, panting as I draw my fingers out before plunging them back inside. “Next time, you will be spread out for me, and I will fucking see you.”

“Lincoln,” she cries out, tears streaking down her face. Like a man possessed, I lean down, licking the trail of tears falling from her eyes.

Her breaths come faster, her oxygen intake shallower, as her body tenses and her pussy squeezes my fingers, drawing them in so completely we’re locked together. “Lincoln,” she gasps again, this time nearly silent in her scream.

I keep my fingers still as she comes, applying a small amount of pressure as her body spasms under my hand.

If I thought she was beautiful before, it’s nothing compared to how stunning she is when she finds her release. With her head thrown back, I lean down, pressing my mouth against her neck as I breathe her in and let her pleasure settle over me.

As her heart rate returns to a gentle thud, I remove my fingers, bringing them up for inspection. My hand is soaked, practically dripping with her cum, and I don’t hesitate to bring it to my lips. Licking my palm, I moan at the taste of her, wishing I could have had my mouth on her as she came.

Bringing my fingers to Seraphina’s mouth, I trace her lips with my middle and pointer fingers, smearing her cum over her before dropping a hungry kiss to her lips. She opens for me almost instantly, moaning at the faint taste of herself on our tongues.

Easing back, I reach down to fix her purple lace thong before I pull her dress down over her hips, concealing her beautiful body from my eyes.

Her clothing in place, I use my clean hand to run my fingers through her hair, smoothing it down so that it doesn’t look like she was just finger-fucked against a brick wall.

But as soon as her appearance is smoothed, reality seems to crash back down. I see it the moment it happens—her eyes go wide, her mouth drops open, and her skin pales.

“Oh my god,” she mutters. “Oh my fucking god.” She repeats the phrase over and over, and I watch her hands shake as they move to her mouth, holding her words.

“Seraphina—”

She shakes her head, hands still covering her mouth. “No.” She speaks into her fingers before lowering them. “No, this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean—my god. I am so sorry, Lincoln. I’m going to go back inside. Please, don’t follow me. Please, just—fuck,” she exclaims, stumbling toward the side door and yanking it open.

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