Chapter 42 CHAPTER 042
There is no room for talking as our mouths fight for dominance over the other, clashing tongue and teeth and lips and moans and I cling to him, wanting more, more in spite of the fact that I can never get over the high he takes me on with each expert swipe of his tongue against mine. It feels like a lifetime has passed since we were last together like this and yet it feels like we never stopped. Like the past few days away from this all consuming fire between us never happened. Was just a second pause.
Somehow we find ourselves in my bedroom and I pull away from him for the split second it takes to get rid of my clothes, his dark eyes watch me in the brightly lit space of my bedroom, the high rise windows bathe the room with natural lighting. The naked hunger in his eyes only makes me want him more. I don't want to think. I just want to feel and Linc is more than capable of giving me that.
With a finger I push him onto the bed, he falls back without lifting his eyes from mine, his wet mouth from my kisses smirk up at me. He is so sexy, it is criminal. I straddle him in my underwear, and he leans up to take my mouth in a kiss that takes my breath away.
I tug his shirt off blindly, he gets rid of my bra without missing a beat. He is smoother than anyone has the right to. My skin burns everywhere his hands touch.
I slip a hand between us and start fumbling with his pants, I can't make sense of the mechanics of the zipper or buttons in the heat of the moment, so I just slip my hand further down and grab his hard cock. He jerks for a second at the sudden touch and then he is nibbling at my neck, teeth grazing flesh teasingly that I lose focus and let go of his erection, throwing my head back, I revel in how delicious it feels to be like this with him.
In one fluid motion, Linc maneuvers me so I am lying on my back and he is engulfing me. He is all I see, all I feel, he controls the air I breath in the suffocating space between our bodies. His hard weight presses into me and I sink into the bed. It is delicious. Every single point of contact ignites with fiery passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer if that is possible in this position.
Linc raises himself up by the elbows, hovering over me briefly, his dark eyes find mine and the intensity in them steals my breath away. This is our first time in the full glare of daylight. It feels the same but different. I can see all the lines of tension etched into his dashing face. The focus of his brows. The sweet sweet shape of his full lips. And I know he can see me too. He can see my flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. He can see the need reflected on my features.
And that realization makes everything all the more heightened for me. I don't have the slightest urge to hide. I don't mind that he can see me. Because I want to see him too. I want to savour him. Enjoy this moment so when it is inevitably snatched away, I will remember that it was really worth it.
I pull his face down to kiss him. I don't want to think about anything. Especially not Tyler and his threats. I don't want to visit that head space. I need to be present with Linc here and now. This might be our last. I need it to last for as long as is possible. I need it to mean something.
"Amelia..." Linc's voice has an edge of hesitation but his hunger is palpable.
"Shh. I just need you to fuck me." I whisper, reaching up to kiss him again. He responds to the kiss how I want. Ferociously. Needily. My insides melt. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard length on my stomach, I gasp at how hard he is.
Linc lifts his head, looks deep into my eyes, I am stunned by the flecks of gold in his eyes, I can see his features so closely with our faces so close in the daylight, it is hard to believe this man is forty one with his smooth taut skin, and the healthy glow of it. It is hard not to fall in love with him. I am quite literally just a girl.
The thought that other women, grown women in his life, must think the same of him makes me feel a pang of jealousy so illogical, so intense that I have to mentally snap that image out of my head. The fact that they would be quickly accepted by society but not me, never me, for a myriad of reasons starting with the fact that Linc was my mother's husband.
This is hardly the right time or place to think about that.
"Ready?" Linc asks gently, poised at my entrance, I am slick with anticipation. My chest rise and fall against his. The sensation of my sensitive nipples brushing against his hard smooth chest is almost too much to handle. My breath comes out choppy and raspy. I am not nervous, I am just incredibly turned on.
Gentle or rough, I want all of Linc. I always will. Fuck Tyler and the rest of the world who would judge me harshly. This can not be wrong when it feels this goddamned good.
"Yes. Please." I bite down on my lip as he pushes in, slowly, savouring inch by inch. The slight pain as he stretches me out is nothing compared to the depth of pleasure unfurling in my brain as he fills me up. We belong together like this.
"Fuck. I missed how good you feel around me like this." Linc is hovering above me on his elbows planted on either side of my head and I can see the strain in the bulging veins on his forehead and arms, his sharp exhales serenading my face with their minty warmth. The control he is exacting so he doesn't crush me underneath his weight makes me feel soft and mushy inside.
I wrap my legs and arms around him tighter, pulling him deeper into me, we are so close, air can't pass between our bodies.
"Me too." I gasp because he feels incredibly good inside me like this. So fucking good.