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I didn't care about being good, sweet, or agreeable. I cared about the man between my legs, bringing me to a finish. I cared about the guy who'd supported me in every way he could, seeing me become completely his. I want to make him completely mine.
"I'm close," I said, my climax a breath away. But right before I could tip over the edge, Lincoln repositioned his mouth. The climax moved into the distance. I let out a breath, thinking it was an accident and thinking his excitement was getting the best of him as he tried to make this a perfect finish.
It didn't take me long to get close again, but once more, Lincoln changed his pace.
"Focus," I said, half-teasing, half-frustrated.
He hummed into me, his mouth still busy.
"Are you focused?" I propped myself on my elbows, meeting his gaze.
He nodded, eyes big, feigning innocence, and that was when I knew he was doing it on purpose. I laughed and said, "I thought I was in control."
Lincoln pulled away from me. I was all over his lips, and his smile couldn't be happier. "You are."
"Doesn't feel like it."
His deep chuckle pierced me. "I'm just having a little fun, sweetheart."
I felt myself tightening, needing something inside to calm the want. This was fun. This was why people moved mountains, skipped meals, and lost track of time. In a world where Lincoln existed, I never wanted to be alone again.
"You can't have it both ways," I said.
"Can't I?" he teased, nipping at my thigh.
"Lincoln." I put my hand on his cheek, urging him to face me.
"Yes?" His voice strained after he saw the seriousness in my expression.
"Make me come," I said. "And maybe I'll consider doing the same for you."
He tried to laugh, but my words had reached the part of him that'd been waiting for this kind of energy from me. I guided him back to my clit, and that sealed the deal. He was one thousand percent committed. His tongue oscillated between quick, needy licks and slow, careful ones. My nerves couldn't take more than thirty seconds of Lincoln's focus. I came with a moan louder than any word I've ever uttered.
I found my voice between Lincoln's sheets with his head between my thighs and my body in ecstasy. It was a kind of power I'll never give away. A type of power I knew he'd want me to keep forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
LINCOLN
Celeste tasted like those moments between wake and sleep. When life was flawless and without anything weighing you down. I prayed I'd get to do this forever. Prayed that time would expand for me to spend every waking moment between her legs.
I'd been hard from the moment she asked to see my room. And I nearly finished when she placed her hand on the back of my head, holding me steady against her as I had the best fucking meal of my life.
She'd come twice, and I was still going. Still tasting every drop she had to offer. I glanced up at her, finding her eyes closed and mouth parted as she let out moans that made me hungry for every inch of her. She'd gotten lost in the feeling, more comfortable in her body than I'd ever seen her.
A sense of pride overtook me. I’d been able to give her an escape. Made her feel safe enough to let go of everything outside of us.
Her pleasure became my reason for breathing. I was put here to satisfy her. I paid attention to every moan and whimper. Every time a shiver ran through her. I was hyper-aware of all herreactions, cataloging them to understand how to be better for her.
She preferred when my tongue made bigger, slower circles. She loved when I pressed harder against her. Her strongest reaction came when I moved my tongue back and forth instead of up and down.
Her orgasms were soft explosions, fingers threading through my hair, tugging on me for more. Celeste's thighs tightened around my head, holding me in place in case I had any plans on teasing her again. I smiled through her climax, amused at how bossy this woman could be when she was sexually frustrated.
She let out a laugh once she recovered from her third climax. Her thighs fell away from my head, permitting me to regain my range of motion. But I longed for the restriction.
"How was it?" I murmured, kissing her clit once more.
"Earth-shattering," she said, her voice breathy from fulfilled desire and fading laughter. "You're incredible."
