Page 45 of Missing Linc
Actually, I’d rather you didn’t. I’m dealing with enough shit as it is.
I buck my hips over him while I dip down and let our tongues dance around one another.
I swallow his moans, and he edges mine out one shove at a time. One pull. One touch.
The room is filled with our sounds just as filled as I am by him. And to make me even louder, he rubs my dick with his fingers while I ride him.
My spine straightens and arches back. My mouth hangs open and dries out. My stomach clenches painfully to my guts, and the orgasm takes over my entire being until I’m nothing but jelly over Linc.
And as I flop on his chest, his moves get harsher and sharper until he’s grunting like he’s also gotten his release.
Yet he doesn’t pull out of me or pull away. He brings his hands up around my shoulders and holds me tight. We breathe in unison. Hell, our hearts beat in sync. Or so it feels.
I stay on top of him for what feels like forever before I slide off him and he takes care of the condom.
And then he returns to bed and we cradle each other, falling asleep.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
And an even more soothing sleep.
When I come to again, it’s bright and early and Linc is still asleep.
Hm… I thought he was a morning person.
I check my phone from where it was thrown on the floor amidst all the throes of passion last night and realize it’s seven in the morning.
I want to fall back asleep in his warm embrace, but nature calls so I escape to the bathroom. While I’m there I also decide to have a shower and boy is it divine in there. The pressure of his shower is nothing like mine. The heat of the water almost makes me horny.
“Hey, are you okay?” Linc asks with a knock when I’m patting myself dry with a towel.
“Yeah,” I reassure him. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
When I open the door, my knees almost buckle under me. He’s a slice of heaven with the morning light on his skin and yet a whole lot of sin. I want to lick his beautiful body all over.
“Good morning,” he says and pulls me into him with a wide smile on his face.
“Good morning, indeed,” I say.
“Come on. Let’s get some breakfast and coffee in you. If you’re gonna marry me, I need to keep my promise.”
I know he’s joking, but fuck me if I’m not tempted to drop to my knees and ask him right now.
No. I don’t do that, as strong as the urge is. It’s scary how used to being around him I am already
I do, however, follow him into the kitchen and let him pamper me.
“I think it’s time I teach you how to drink proper coffee this morning, on our way to the studio,” he says as he puts all his ingredients where they need to be.
“What? Why? What do you mean?” I have no idea what he’s stalking about.
“You drink that crap from Espresso Blues all the time. I’m guessing no one has introduced you to the good stuff of Firefly Café?”
A laugh escapes me but this time I don’t try to hide it.
“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never stopped by. Isn’t it a big chain up North?” I ask.
Firefly Café is supposed to be one of these new chains that are all about reducing environmental impact and are family-focused. Which is so unusual for a big chain, but what do I know?
