Page 93 of Roses in Summer

Lincoln stalks over to me, his eyes trained on my face as he stops inches from my legs. “Open, ciern.” Another command, another show of compliance as I loosen my posture and draw my legs apart. Lincoln sinks down before me, putting our faces level with one another. I jolt in surprise as his hands land on my ankles, his grip light but unexpected.

“You need to get used to my touch, ciern. It’s not going anywhere.” He drags his hands up my ankles, over my calves, and to my knees, pressing gently as he widens my legs, giving him more room between my thighs.

He doesn’t stop moving his hands up my legs, keeping his eyes trained on my face until his fingers rest just below my hips. It’s only then, when his fingers and palms have surveyed every inch of my legs, that he looks down, and I swear, the sound tearing from his throat can only be described as animalistic. My stomach clenches at the noise, forcing a whimper from my own mouth.

“Fucking stunning,” he mutters more to himself than me. His fingers spread on my thighs, putting his thumbs right beside my lips. I expect him to tease me, to keep me on the brink until he’s ready for more. But with Lincoln, I should know that he never follows my expectations.

He’s so much more.

His hands move from my thighs to my ass, squeezing me before he pulls my lower body up and brings his head down, giving my slit a long, slow lick that sends me off balance. I fall backward from the sudden move. “Lincoln,” I rasp, my hands falling to his wrists.

“Quiet, Seraphina. I’m eating.” His mouth moves against me, speaking directly into my pussy, before he captures my clit and bites down lightly, giving me just enough pain to know it’s a reprimand for interrupting him.

“Oh.” I breathe as his teeth release me, and his lips suck, soothing the bite. His fingers squeeze me, bringing me impossibly closer to his mouth as his lips move lower, trailing wet kisses down my slit.

Lincoln’s tongue darts out, licking me between kisses, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me when his tongue spears into me, moving slowly in and out as though he has all the time in the world.

“Lincoln,” I groan out, arching my back and pressing my body against his face. “Yes, don’t stop, please. More,” I whine, thrashing my head as his tongue continues to fuck me unhurriedly. I start to move my hips, grinding against him in an attempt to gain more friction. Lincoln hums against me, moving his tongue out to recapture my clit in a hard suck.

“Please. Please. Please,” I repeat, undulating faster, more wildly. I’ve never been vocal during sex, always thinking that the sounds were disingenuous and unnecessary. But with Lincoln, I can’t contain myself, can’t stop from asking for what I need to push myself over the edge.

“Your fingers, Lincoln. Please,” I beg.

Lincoln’s fingers flex just before he rips his mouth from my sensitive flesh. “It’s so fucking sexy when you tell me what you want.” He leans in for another lick, sucking my lips gently before a soft bite has me twisting in his hold.

I don’t realize one hand releases my cheek until one long, thick finger enters me. “That what you need, ciern?” He thrusts shallowly, barely pulling out until… “Is one finger all you need, pretty girl, or do you want more?”

“More.”

“That’s right, you’ll always want fucking more. More of me. More of my mouth, my fingers. And my cock. How do you think it will feel when I’m finally inside you, fucking you like we’ve both dreamed these last four goddamn years?” He adds a second finger, stretching me out as he continues his shallow thrusts. “You think after all this time, I’m going to have you come only on my fingers? Fuck that, Seraphina.” He withdraws abruptly, dropping his other hand from my ass and pushing to his feet.

Wide-eyed, I watch him suck his fingers into his mouth, cleaning the wetness coating his hand before he grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off, revealing his expanse of tattoos and a dusting of dark hair. He shoves his shorts and boxers down next, not hesitating to stand before me as naked and vulnerable as I am.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. His dark skin is decorated with tattoos, talismans and stories of his life. I work my eyes down, taking in the chest hair that shouldn’t be so sexy but is, and the hair leading to his dark, uncircumcised cock. He’s not a monster, not some fabled ten-inch dick that that will split me in half. The slight upward bend in his averaged-size cock makes me bite down on my lip, knowing that the orgasm he’ll deliver will be intense. I’ve never been with a man uncut, and while I’m sure there’s no difference in feeling, knowing that Lincoln will be my first is intense.

“If you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to come before I get inside you.”

“Sorry,” I respond automatically, unable to tear my gaze away. Lincoln’s dark chuckle fills the room.

“Don’t apologize for staring at my dick, ciern.” He steps out of the circle of his shorts as he speaks, moving forward until he’s beside me and climbing onto the bed. He makes his way into the center before reaching over to me and lifting me up and onto his lap, letting me straddle his stomach while his erection presses into my ass.

“I want you to ride me, Seraphina. I want to feel that cunt take me and fuck me until you’re squirting all over me and soaking this goddamn bed.” My core clenches at his filthy words, and I shift against him, sucking in air as my clit drags against his abdomen. “Fuck, Ser.” Lincoln’s hands shoot out, grabbing my throat and pulling my face down to his for a quick, messy kiss. There’s nothing artful about it; it’s raw and sloppy and delicious.

Pulling my face away, he releases my neck and slaps my ass, thrusting upward as he does. “Ride me. Now.”

Sitting up, I bite down on my lip as I lift my hips, positioning myself just over Lincoln’s cock. With one hand, I reach between my legs and grab him, stroking the surprisingly soft skin before I move his head between my lips.

Moving my hand back to his chest, I sink down slowly, eyes closing as Lincoln fills me up inch by inch.

“Fuck.” He groans beneath me, hands flexing against my waist. “So fucking good. I fucking knew it.”

I don’t breathe until our groins are pressed together, his cock buried so deep inside of me, I feel him pressing against my G-spot. I shift my hips, pushing forward and backward as I grind on top of him, working myself over his cock. I start cautiously, but the more I move, the wetter I become and the more frantic my movements are. My fingers flex against him, and I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as I concentrate on the feel of Lincoln inside me.

He releases my hips, giving me free rein over his body. I look down, about to complain about his lack of touch, when his rough hands grip my chest, pushing my boobs together before his middle and pointer fingers squeeze my nipples like clamps, giving me a delicious slice of pain mixed with pleasure.

“You going to come for me, baby? Show me how fucking much you missed me?”

“Mhmm,” I mutter, words escaping my mind.

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