Page 59 of 40 and (No Longer) Fighting It
Claire watched, her eyes glittering in the dim light of the room. “I can help you with that,” Claire said. The greed in her tone as she stared at his hand over his cock did nothing to help his self-control.
“Not yet,” he rasped. He got to his knees beside the bed, gripped Claire’s thighs, and pulled her to him, bringing her ass to the edge of the mattress. “There’s something else I need first.”
Claire’s next words choked off as he placed his mouth right on her pussy, lace be damned. His tongue snuck past the thong with ease, and then her honey was in his mouth, her sweet taste taking over his world. “Mine,” he growled against her skin.
Claire bucked up, pressing her clit harder against his tongue. “Lincoln! Yes!”
He yanked on her underwear, feeling the lace give way as he dived deeper, searching for access to her body.
Claire’s chuckle faded into a moan. “You’re gonna be hell on my underwear, aren’t you?”
He nudged her clit with the tip of his nose, savoring the hiss that escaped her. “You’re damn right I am.”
“I think I’m okay with that.”
She didn’t sound like the idea bothered her, more like she was fascinated. Or dazed. Either way, when his tongue dipped inside her, a chorus of groans wiped out everything that had gone before—one from her, and the other from him. Her thighs fell open, allowing him deeper, opening herself to whatever he chose to do. And what he chose was her pleasure. He thrust, sucked, licked, and gently scraped the edges of his teeth along every inch of her most intimate skin until Claire was shoving her body up, frantic for that ultimate high. When he gripped her clit between his teeth and sucked hard, desperate to taste her climax, she flew right over the edge.
“Oh God, Lincoln!”
He milked every drop of pleasure he could from her body, his hands beneath her delectable ass to force her tight to his mouth. Long moments passed as she spasmed against his lips and tongue, her cries a gift that echoed inside him, tightening his chest with emotion. He lapped at her, savoring each second like the finest wine, until her tremors eased and the fingers knotted in his hair finally loosened. Only then did he stand, shove his pants to the floor, and climb over her.
Despite sleepy eyes, Claire was already tugging her shirt over her head. Linc took care of the front clasp of her bra and did no more than shove the cups aside before he was hungrily devouring one taut brown nipple.
“Uhn…” Claire arched into his suction. “Lincoln… God, Lincoln…”
“That’s it,” he murmured, feeling love rise up even as the need to take her nearly broke him. “Keep saying my name.”
And she did, chanting it as he slid on a condom, aimed his cock for her opening, and pushed inside until his head hit that place deep inside her that had her knees lifting up and out purely on instinct. Linc grunted his pleasure and kept going, needing to be so deep inside that she could never get him out. Only when he hilted did he stop, let himself drop to his elbows and stare into Claire’s beautiful brown eyes.
“I love you,” he choked out, barely able to form the words through the hunger and emotion riding him.
“Then fuck me like you promised,” Claire whispered, the words raspy from the high cries that had taken over her world mere minutes ago.
“Need you to be ready,” he managed to choke out, dipping his head. Their mouths met, and he pushed his tongue inside, sharing the taste of her body even as he took her warmth for himself. His cock urged him to move, to take Claire hard, but his mouth coaxed her, loved her until cream eased his way and Claire rocked her pelvis back and up, doing her own taking.
He couldn’t hold out any longer.
Coming up on his fists, he stared down at the woman he loved, the woman who had changed his life forever. “Look at me, Claire.”
Her eyes opened, her gaze latching on to his as he pulled back from her. When he thrust forward, those eyes went wide. He circled his hips, grinding into her, and Claire groaned, her eyelids fluttering, but she didn’t close them, didn’t look away. She let his gaze drill into her even as he took her. Her fingers dug into his hips, urging him on, and her body rose to meet his every advance, but it was the look in her eyes that drove him on, higher and higher and higher, until he stood at the pinnacle and his body screamed to go over. All it took was the brush of his fingertips over Claire’s clit and the flutters of her climax clamped down on his cock. An explosion took over his balls, pushing him as deep into Claire as he could go, and all the while, he held her gaze, seeing all of her, letting her see all of him.
He didn’t remember collapsing beside her, nor how they ended up spooned together, but his brain eventually came back online, reminding him of something he’d forgotten. With a grunt, he disentangled himself from Claire and crawled off the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked, the words half-asleep and more than a little cranky. He couldn’t help but grin.
“I forgot—I brought you a present.”
“You did?” Slightly more awake and a tad less cranky.
He shoved a hand into the pocket of his jeans and drew out his prize. “I did.”
Claire rolled over to face him. “What is it?”
He handed over the package, taking the time to draw the covers over the two of them as he settled back beside her and watched Claire tear off the paper.
“What is this?” she asked, her confusion obvious.
Linc took the cloth from her hands, unfolded it, and draped it across her naked breasts and belly. “I figured if I had to keep wearing that awful pink apron in the kitchen, you needed something equally…interesting.”
