Page 31 of Not Like Christmas At All
“So long as you acknowledge it. Keep going.” Releasing his hair, my hand drifts to the top of his shoulder.
Taking it as an invitation, he reaches down and grabs my ankle, guiding my leg to rest over his other shoulder. My eyes widen as I realize what he’s doing as he hikes my dress up more, exposing my black lace thong, and the cool air hits my center. “Lincoln—” I warn, but he shakes his head, kissing the skin just below the apex of my thighs.
My knees buckle when his nose rubs against my clit, the stimulation even more intense because of the rough lace acting as a barrier. I cry out, my head tilting back as I look into the inky night sky.
Pulling away the fabric, Lincoln swipes his tongue up my slit before his lips suction around the most sensitive part of me. I cry out, my hand flying back to his hair to steady myself as he brings his fingertips to my center.
“You’re dripping for me, Gen,” he muses as he laps up my wetness. “How is it that you even manage to taste like Christmas, too?”
Pressing one finger into me, my grip tightens on his hair to keep myself from falling as unintelligible moans cascade from my lips.
“Sugar, spice, andhappiness. I’ve never tasted anything so delicious.”
Swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit, he presses another finger into me, letting the two pump in a steady rhythm. My arousal slides down my thigh as he torturously thrusts into me again and again.
“You’re glistening.” His tongue glides against my inner thigh, not letting a drop of it go to waste. “God, Gen. I’ll spend forever proving myself to you if this is my reward.”
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, my mind completely useless as pleasure overtakes every sense and thought I have. There’s only one word repeating through my mind like a mantra.
More.
“I need more,” I whimper, my fingers clawing at Lincoln’s shirt in a desperate attempt to get him to stand.
Groaning, he sucks my clit harder, and tugs before he rises. But I hardly have a chance to catch my breath before he grabs my chin, tilting my head firmly to connect us again. Stealing the air from my lungs, he claims me through his kiss.
Pinning me with his body, he kneads my breast as my hands explore him, taking in each ripple of muscle beneath his dress shirt, every ridge of his abdomen.
Another low rumble erupts from him, and he breaks the kiss, spinning me around. I choke on a gasp, suddenly facing the twinkling lights of the city. Lincoln’s touch is gentle yet unyielding as he pushes me into the railing, my stomach firm against it as my hands wrap around the metal on their own accord.
Pulling my thong down, he leaves it just above my knees before pressing his hand against my center again, playing with my folds and opening them wide as he strokes me with his fingers.
“Fuck, Gen.” His forehead rests against my shoulder. “This wasn’t what I was expecting by coming here tonight. I want toproveto you how much I want you—over and over again if you’ll let me—but I didn’t bring protection.”
Is it wrong of me to not give a shit?
My knees buckle as he fucks me slowly with his hand, curving the two fingers pressed inside of me so he can stroke my G-spot. His motions are slow—deliberate. A much different pace than the frenzy from two minutes ago.
I need him. Now. I don’t care if it’s wrong, or reckless. I just wanthim.
Reaching behind me, I unbuckle his belt with one hand, maneuvering my hand to unhook his button and lower his zipper before I reach inside, taking his length in my hand. Slowly, I stroke the velvety skin of his shaft, mirroring the pace of his fingers inside me.
There’s a subconscious part of me that knows anyone could walk onto this roof right now and catch us, and for some reason, that makes it all the more exhilarating.
Turning my head toward Lincoln's, I catch his lips. His cock twitches in my hand, and I can’t stand the emptiness I feel even with his fingers inside of me. I crave all of him. “Please, Lincoln.”
“Are you sure?” His voice is so gravely, my knees weaken again.
“Prove it,” I whisper, repeating my sentiment from earlier.
Prove it.
Take me.
His belt clinks as he pushes his pants down slightly, trading my hand for his own as he aligns himself. Soft lips press against my shoulder, peppering kisses in a trail that leads to my neck as he presses into me with one swift thrust.
My gasp melds with his low groan, and he gives me a moment to adjust to the size of him. He feels incredible, like he was meant to fit inside of me. I clench around him, pushing back to take him deeper.
“Move,” I beg breathlessly. His hand slides to splay against my stomach, and I lay mine against it, lacing our fingers together.
