Page 115 of Safety Net
"Say that again?" he asked. "And look at me while you do it."
"I…Lincoln…” I couldn't. It's too new and intimate.
"Celeste," his voice had as much fire in it as my body did while fantasizing about this. "I'm into it. This. But, if you want to do it, I need you to look at me while you say it. Because that's what I want."
I forced myself to meet his gaze. The cold of the night was no more, burned away by my confession and his insistence I stand on it.
"Lincoln…" I released a soft moan when he added a third finger, more incentive, more longing.
"I'll keep going, but I won't let you come," he promised.
"You could never."
He smiled. "Want to find out?"
From my trembling thighs and soaked core, I most definitely couldn't afford to test him. Here was the thing about Lincoln: when he put his mind to something, nothing could hold him back.
"I want to buy a strap-on," I said, breathing slowly to calm my nerves. "I want to be on top and make you come."
"Fuck, Celeste." He groaned and pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth. I rocked my hips, matching his rhythm and meeting his gaze.
"Have you ever done that?" I asked through labored breath. "Has anyone made you finish like that?"
He shook his head, not parting from me once. I smiled, thrilled to be the first.
"And you want it?" I asked to be sure. "You said you want me to do it, right?"
Lincoln closed his eyes, moaning into me as he nodded. My orgasm was on the horizon. I weaved my fingers through his hair, riding the high of the present stimulation and our (now shared) fantasy ahead.
"Celeste," Lincoln repeated when he finally pulled away, successful at giving me two climaxes.
"Come here." I undid his belt.
He reached for his backpack, pulling out a condom.
"On top," he requested, lying on his back and holding my hips firmly as I climbed on.
I ground, rocked, and used my knees to get every bout of motion I could in.
Lincoln stared up at me, eyes half closed and thumb lazily circling my clit. "You're my world, you know that? Everything that matters is all wrapped in one. So, I'm going to need you to always remember that, especially when every part of you is wrapped in every part of me. Fucking claim me, Celeste. Tell me what you want to do, and it will be done. From the moment I met you, it was done. I was meant to be yours."
"I know," I whispered, my hips making small, lingering circles. My acceptance of my power and his desire had us both seeing stars. I wouldn't deny what I did to him no more than I'd deny what he did for me.
We were a collective of heavy breathing, drumming hearts, and delicate satisfaction. Lincoln pulled me into his chest, kissing me gently as we lowered back down to earth, where the crickets were still singing and the stars were taking turns on the center stage.
The ringing of a phone interrupted our slow descent back to our bodies. Lincoln groaned when I pulled away to check my screen.
"Just a second longer," he asked, his hands pulling my hair off my neck so he could playfully bite me.
"It's…someone from New York," I whispered, stunned.
Lincoln pulled himself out of the sleepy world of post-sex. He sat up, holding me steady against his body so I wouldn't fall, as he reached for a blanket to cover me. He understood if I was going to talk to someone, even if it was on the phone, I’d want to be semi-decent.
"Answer it," he urged.
"New York," I repeated, as if that'd change anything.
"Celeste, answer it." He pushed the phone up to my ear.
