Page 45 of Where We Found Our Home
“It’ll fit, baby.” He raises two fingers to my lips, and without a second thought, I suck them into my mouth until he groans. He slips those fingers inside me, and I’m rising high once again. Right before my second orgasm hits, he pulls his fingers out and then slips them into his own mouth. “I just prepped you for it.”
Oh. My. God. I’m basically dripping at this point. “Fuck, Lincoln. Please.”
“Please what? Tell me what you want, Ciara.”
Fuck it. Call me TLC because I ain’t too proud to beg. This commanding side of him has me craving him in ways I never imagined. “Please fuck me!” That’s all it takes. He thrusts home and I see stars. Fucking stars. He stills, giving me a chance to get used to the feel of him.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Your pussy is choking my dick. I love it.” My hips start moving and he springs into action, pulling almost completely out before thrusting in again. Our moans and groans fill the room, and I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. Giving and taking control.
He runs his tongue from the base of my ear down the column of my neck and between the dip of my breasts. Each trace permanently marks me. There should be a study done on the things he can do with that tongue. It’s a work of art, and I’m his canvas. I moan his name when that talented tool circles my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My arms fly around his neck when he bites down on it. It’s so deliciously painful I need more. I look down to where our bodies are connected, and I’m mesmerized by the sight. That push and pull between us. My body making room for him to fill me completely. When I look back up at him, the heat that I see there sets me on fire. He loves that I love watching.
My nails scratch their way down his back, and his eyes roll in the back of his head. I’m leaving my mark on him too. What’s happening between us right now is more than sex. It’s a possession. We own each other. The marks we’re leaving will fade physically, but we’ve embedded a piece of our souls within each other, and I know already that it can never be undone.
The heels of my feet press into his ass forcing him to go so deep I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. My nails dig into his lower back and an ass cheek, and a low groan rumbles from his chest as he latches his mouth onto my neck. He’s everywhere. I feel him everywhere. My senses are overwhelmed, and I let them drag me under.
He presses his thumb against my clit, and I shatter around him as he swallows my cry with his kiss. He pumps three more times before I feel him let go of his release. “Fuck, Ciara!” He slumps against me but catches himself before his full weight lands on top of me.
He rolls over to the side and pulls me against his chest before laying a sweet kiss on the top of my head.
“Holy. Fucking…”
“Shit.” He finishes my sentence.
“That was amazing. No. Amazing doesn’t do that justice.”
“That was life-changing,” he murmurs on an exhale.
“Exactly.”
He gets up to dispose of the condom, then comes back and pulls me under the covers with him.
Life-changing.
That’s a perfect word for what we just did, because there’s no way we can ever come back from this. And I can only hope that when I tell him about my past he doesn’t regret it.
I wake to find an empty bed. I stretch and smile when I still feel him between my legs. I’m bone tired. There was not a lot of sleeping done last night. I woke Lincoln up with his dick deep down my throat, and he thanked me by flipping me on my stomach and sinking into my heat from behind.
I find the button-down shirt he wore last night and slip it on with nothing else and head out to the kitchen. I lean against the entryway and admire the sight in front of me. He’s scrambling eggs and frying up sausage, and he looks so right in my kitchen. So at home. It feels domestic as fuck, but the thought doesn’t scare me like it did that morning at Sasha’s house. I don’t want to walk through life with everyone at arm’s length. I want to lean into Lincoln and hold each other up.
“Good morning.”
He turns around with a smile, but his eyes darken the minute he sees what I’m wearing.
“Good morning, gorgeous. Come eat breakfast.” I saunter into the kitchen as the bagels pop out of the toaster.
“Can I help with anything?”
He shakes his head, pointing to the chair he’s already pulled out for me. “You can sit that pretty ass down and let me serve you.”
“Oh, you served me plenty last night.”
“And that’s just the beginning.” He slides a plate in front of me and grabs a mug of coffee for each of us before sitting down. I pour a healthy serving of cream and sugar in my coffee, and he wrinkles his nose. “Do you want any coffee with your cream?”
I playfully roll my eyes. “Yes, I like cream and sugar in my coffee because I love myself. I can’t help it that you weren’t hugged enough as a child and started drinking straight bean juice.”
He throws his head back in laughter then plants a soft kiss on my lips. I bite his bottom lip in response, and he growls.
“Fuck, Angel. I was trying to provide us with some sustenance, but I might just eat you for breakfast instead.”
