Page 80 of Safety Net
He smiled and kissed me before reaching up to my waist and slipping the underwear off. "You're so polite about it."
"Should I not be?"
Lincoln kissed me and playfully bit my bottom lip before letting go. "I love it."
"Now my skirt." I took his hands, guiding them back to the zipper. He had it from there, and my last piece of clothing was gone in an instant.
Without a barrier between his bedsheets and me, I become keenly aware of how messy this could get and how messy I already was.
"Should I get a towel?" I asked, already feeling the spot underneath me getting wet.
"Unless that'll help you get more comfortable, don't worry about it. Because seeing you like this on my bed is making me unbearably hard."
My gaze strayed to his pants, where the firm imprint made itself known. I tilted my head to the side, studying it. "Take yours off."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, now," I said, only slightly firmer than my previous order. A spark flowed through my veins when he listened. There was a thrill in getting him to remove his shirt and underwear as well. I tested the gift of control by leaning back on my elbows and saying, "Kneel in front of me again."
He followed, trusting the surety in my tone. I could feel his heart hammering when his chest made contact with my knees. I nodded permission when he reached for my thighs.
"You can part them," I permitted after a few seconds of melting under his massage.
He followed the instructions, exposing me slowly.
"Fuck," he groaned, gaze entranced by me.
I burned at the show of pure, unfiltered admiration. Never in a million years did I think someone just looking at me would warrant such a reverent stare.
Lincoln pressed his lips to my thighs, kissing up and down as if he couldn't wait for another command but would in favor of his kink.
I sighed, body swimming in a new sense of pleasure and power. "Closer, but not completely there."
He hummed, thankful for the request. His kisses moved further in, mouth grazing the point where my thigh stopped and the soft hair began.
I hadn't trimmed in weeks, but it didn't seem to bother him. In fact, Lincoln's fingers brushed their hair, playing with the wispy strands as if any touch would give him the satisfaction we were both currently after.
"Could you…" I swallowed, anxious for a second before pushing myself to be brave and ask, "Taste me?"
He smiled and trailed his kisses closer to the spot that was desperate for him. I laughed when his initial kiss tickled. His touch was so light, nearly nonexistent. I laughed again when he continued the featherlike kisses.
"Lincoln," I said around my laughter.
"You're so ticklish," he mused, still coaxing me on with a grin.
"I know." I gasped for air. "It's…no one's ever been down there…so… It's very sensitive…"
He chuckled. "I see."
I kept laughing, a part of me afraid this wouldn't work. I'd never heard of anyone not being able to receive oral because of being too ticklish, but it could be a thing. And if that were the case for me, then we'd have to?—
I stopped thinking when Lincoln's tongue pressed onto my clit with firm determination. All softness and playfulness washed away. My laughs faded into the moan I'd been holding onto. Lincoln responded when his own sent a vibration through my body, and it made staying in contact both the best and worst possible experience I've ever had.
"Lincoln." I looked down at him to find he was already looking up at me. His eyes were questioning, in search of his command.
"Don't stop," I said.
He nodded without breaking contact. When I started to squirm from the overwhelming spikes of pleasure, he gripped my thighs, tugging them against his shoulders. My hands found his head, and instinctually, I pushed him into me as I rocked my hips back and forth. Lincoln moaned into me again, his brows wrinkled and fingers digging into my thighs as if pleading for more.
