Page 79 of Safety Net
"Never about stuff like this," Lincoln promised.
"I…I don't have much experience with stuff like this." My voice naturally dropped, seeking privacy in the quiet, as if someone were around to witness my lack of experience and offer me pity and comfort. "The physicality. The finishing."
Lincoln nodded. "I hear you. Any fantasies?"
I shook my head.
"No scenes from movies or books?"
"None I can recall," I said.
"Any about me?"
His question gave me pause. My grip around his neck loosened as I recalled something I'd thought of just a couple of days ago. My skin burned, and I considered not telling him. But the door was open and Lincoln stood on the other side, completely willing to make sure I'm okay once I cross the threshold.
"I've never had anyone go down on me," I said softly. "And I'm…curious how it'd feel if you were the one to do it."
Truthfully, I was more than curious. I couldn't put into words how a dream of his mouth on me had filtered its way into my repertoire multiple nights in a row. The memory of him had woken me up with enough longing to grind against my pillows for an unsatisfying release.
"How do you want me?" he asked with no hesitation.
"How…?" I blinked, confused, thrilled, and overwhelmed.
"On my knees or back? In a chair?" he asked.
"Chair?" I whispered, thinking of the possibilities I hadn't considered.
"I could do it from the front or back," Lincoln offered. "Till my lungs give out. In any way you want me."
I took a deep breath, thinking of everything and wondering if any of my choices would please him. "I don't know. How do you usually like to do it?"
He shook his head. "Celeste, I want you to tell me what to do. That's my only ask. I know what I like and it's being bossed around."
"You may have the wrong person for that," I said, unsure and nervous at the thought of being more dominant than him in a situation that required so much confidence.
Lincoln shook his head. "I don't think so. But I'll make a deal with you."
"Okay?"
"If you really hate it," he said. "I'll lead."
"And if I like it?"
"You get whatever you want, whenever, however," he promised. "I could walk away from this without finishing once, that's how much control I want you to have over me. How much control I've wanted to give you the moment I laid eyes on you."
There was nothing I could say to communicate to Lincoln how every nerve in my body was aflame for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him towards me so I could feel his body between my legs as I kissed him. It was a soft kiss that grew rough and messy with every passing second.
"Tell me," he pleaded between kisses. "What to do?"
"Take…off my underwear?" I asked, feeling silly and needy at the same time. It was a discomforting combination that made it hard to swallow, let alone order.
"You sure?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"So be sure," he urged. Lincoln's fingers burned the skin on my thighs, but he still didn't move. He wanted a confident leader. It couldn't hurt to try.
"Take them off," I said. "Please."
