Page 44 of Where We Found Our Home
He slides my panties off my ass, and I kick them off, giving him full access. He traces his hands down my body before sliding a finger into my heat, and my back arches off of the bed.
“So beautiful. You’re so wet already.”
He removes his finger, and I mourn the loss. He crawls up the bed toward my headboard and lies on his back. “Climb up, Angel.”
Wait, what?
“Umm, what?”
“I need to taste you. Come here.”
“You want me to…sit on your face?”
He chuckles.This is not a laughing matter, sir.“Yes.”
“Have you seen my thighs? I’m not exactly light.” My thighs are the product of good eating and strength training. I’ve always been strong because I rock climb for fun, but after everything happened to me I dove into self-defense training too. To strengthen my mind and my body. I also have a very passionate relationship with food, so my thighs, though they are strong, they are not light. Not in the slightest.
“Believe me, Ci. I’ve seen your thighs, and there’s nothing I want more than to have them on both sides of my ears.”
“I might suffocate you!”
He sticks his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. His eyes are locked onto said thighs for a long, torturous moment before he looks up and pins me with his unwavering stare. “If I die between your thighs, I’d die a happy man. Put it on my headstone: he died worshipping a goddess.”
Well, when you put it like that.I climb up his body and settle my thighs on either side of his ears.
“Grab the headboard,” he orders.
I do as he says right as he puts his hands under my ass and slides his tongue between my folds.
“Oh, shit,” I cry out. He laps at me like a starving man, sending shivers up my spine. My hips start moving on their own, riding his tongue like it’s my job. His tongue dives so deep I feel like I’m floating. He squeezes my ass and presses a finger against my hole as he sucks on my clit, and a deep guttural moan escapes my body. I never thought that would be something I’d be into, but he’s driving me crazy in the best way. I arch myself harder against his finger. He rewards me with even more pressure. I never knew it could be like this. I’m far from inexperienced, but he’s manipulating my body in delicious ways. He’s reading my body like a book and giving me what I need before I even know what that is. I’m gripping the headboard so hard, my knuckles have turned white. I’m pretty sure I’m about to crush his skull between my thighs with how hard I’m squeezing, but that only seems to spur him to suck harder so I can’t bring myself to care.
“Fuck!” I scream, and suddenly I’m in the air. In a split second I’ve gone from on my knees to flat on my back with Lincoln towering above me. I knew he could toss me around.
“You taste better than I imagined. I need more. I want you to rain down on my tongue.” He lifts my legs over his shoulders and brings his mouth right back to my clit. He slips two fingers inside me along with his tongue. My back arches, and my hands fly into his hair. I leave one hand in his hair and trace the other one up to my puckered nipple. I’m biting my lip so hard I think I draw blood.
“Come for me, Ciara.” This is not a request. This is a demand by a man on a mission, and my soul wants to give him his every desire. To deliver to him his every desire on a silver platter created from my own body. I come with his name on my lips. He peppers kisses and gentle bites against my thighs as I come down from my orgasm.
I can see his erection pressing against his jeans, and I lick my lips at the thought of finally seeing his shaft.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I pant, reaching for his jeans and flicking the button open.
He pushes his jeans and briefs down his legs, letting his erection spring free, and my eyes bulge out of my head as he tears open the condom he grabbed out of his pocket. My first thought is “that thang is thangin,” and I have to fight to hold back my laugh at that stupid thought because I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate laughter after he whips his dick out. But goddamn…that thang is thangin!
Fuck, I laughed!
He sheaths his third leg in the condom and strokes himself twice as he settles between my thighs. “Something funny, Ci?”
Just trying to figure out how the fuck that thing is fitting inside me. I’m going to have fun finding out though.“Nope, nothing.”
He traces his length through my folds, teasing me. “You sure about that? I like to laugh.”
“Jesus.”
“Nope. Just me, Lincoln.” A laugh bursts from my lips, but it quickly turns into a moan when he traces my folds again. I’m aching for him. I reach for his erection, but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. His cock, thick with need, pokes me in the stomach.
“I don’t know if it’s gonna fit,” I pant.
He smiles down at me.
