Chapter 93 CHAPTER 099
I don't know when I lost consciousness but I come awake to Linc still in between my thighs, lapping up my overflowing juices tirelessly. I have lost count of how many times I quake with a mini orgasm after the fourth time.
He controls it. He knows my body and he knows what he is doing, when he notices I am close, he eases back on the pressure of his tongue on my clit, and my body trembles and I lose my hold on reality, alternating from the brink of oblivion and back. I am somewhere in between right now, where everything is bright and colourful, and all I can feel so acutely is the soft pressure of his unyielding tongue on my most intimate body part. He is all I feel. All I know. Focusing on him is overwhelming but there is nothing else I'd rather focus on
"Linc, please." I plead breathlessly. He leans up, lips wet, eyes dilated and dazed, I feel another mini quake warming up deep within my stomach just at this sensual sight of him.
He smirks at me and I lose my breath. He leans up in one fluid motion, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. I taste my arousal on his tongue, lips, teeth, and the erotic murkiness of it drives straight to my brain, I thought I was wet with his tongue on me before, I am flooded now. I am probably soaking the bed. He doesn't mind so I don't too. This moment is all for us. We have all the time in the world and I don't want to be anywhere else but here. With him. Under him. Around him.
"You know what you taste like, tell me how I can ever possibly stop." Linc nibbles at my lower lip. My thighs tremble resting so high over his shoulders. I am folded in two and it feels so good.
"I might lose my mind." I breathe against his smooth mouth. I don't know how I can still make complete sensible words with my brain thrumming like I am pumped full with dopamine and serotonin, I probably am with all the mini orgasms.
Linc smiles, "you won't. And if you do, I will be right there with you. I have lost my mind over and over again since I first met you and you were always stealing glances at me when you thought I wasn't aware."
Fuck. Of course he knew. I don't think I was all that subtle. The only other thing I had going for me then was my anger at my mother for everything. Other than that, I was a moon eyed Nineteen year old with a crush on her mother's husband. Kathryn was probably the only one that didn't know and this was because of her severe self-centred mentality. Everybody and everything revolved around her and her needs. If it wasn't affecting her directly, she didn't care.
"Ah." Linc flicks his tongue against my hardened sensitive nipple.
"I can't take any more. Linc. Please, I need... I need you... Linc." I cradle his thick hair, pulling at the roots.
"Okay. I have got you." Linc comes back to my lips.
I can't think or process much, so when he pulls his lips away and asks, "ready?" I am not sure what he is asking, but I nod because I know I am always safe with him.
Linc pushes into me, slowly, deliciously, my entire body tenses around him, my breath hitches in my throat, he stretches me out and it feels like heaven wrapped in hell, pleasure and pain interspersed into one overwhelming heady sensation, my toes curl as I feel my body open up to accomodate him better.
"Fuck." Linc is panting above me. He is just halfway in and I already feel full. He is everywhere.
"Fuck." I breath. I can't move and yet I feel the need to. I want to adjust but my muscles are sore from tensing up too much.
"So tight. So perfect." Linc's eyes are shut tight. His face is pinched with the amount of control he is exerting trying to stay sane and present. All that concentration. It is so hot.
I lean up a fraction and take his lips, his eyes fly open, soft and dazed, he drives in fully and our lips still against each other. My head falls back on the pillow but he holds himself up on his elbows by sheer will. I am vaguely aware of the sting of my wound at the base of my neck.
"Fuck."
"Fuck."
We both exhale sharply. He is sinking deep inside me, touching all the spots I never knew I had, he pulses and I clench around him. He stills.
"Don't do that. I can't last." Linc pants. He is so still, I wonder how he can breathe at all.
"It doesn't matter. You can last as long as you want on the next one." I say, breathing hard. I am too strung tight to think about prolonging this. I flex my hips and Linc grunts.
"Okay." He growls.
Then he starts moving and I let go of any illusion of control I was nursing. He takes charge and his strokes are sharp, cutting into me at a tempo that leaves me truly breathless. With my legs high over his shoulders, the angle he takes me at is deep. Breathtakingly deep.
I can't think. I can only feel. And it is too much. My eyes are open but I can't see anything. I cling to him and he growls into my neck, thrusting relentlessly into me. His hips jerk violently and I know he is close. I am too, I flex my hips into his deep thrusts, I race him to the edge.
His grip on my thigh is hard, bruising, I cry out, in pain and pleasure, my brain explodes in multicoloured layers of euphoria. I let go of reality. I allow myself soar. He tips me over the edge with one last savagely hard thrust that reaches deep into me, grazes against my g-spot with brutal precision and accuracy.
Linc trembles above me, deep grunts escaping him. I am liquid and mindless in the throes of my own earth shattering climax.