Chapter 100 CHAPTER
My body shakes with the intensity of my lust for Linc. The anticipation. The hunger. And now the confession. I feel light as a bird. Free. And better able to let go of anything else in my head asides him. His body on mine. How he moves. His painstaking attention to me. How everything he does is paid absolute attention to. I feel safe beneath him and free. So vulnerable that I could cry with how much joy my heart expands with.
Linc lifts his mouth from my neck and takes my lips gently. I can't decide which I like best, his hard or soft kisses. Both does things to me that I can't fully describe. They steal my breath away and I am left gasping before he lets me up for air.
I take his face in my hand. Affection blinds me with the power of my love for him. It runs deep and pure that it feels like my very first time ever being in love. And the fact that I don't have to hide it anymore is new, and so delicious. I feel euphoric under his hard weight pressing into me.
"I love you." Linc says against my lips.
Delicious electricity runs down my spine, shocking my body to attention.
"You have no idea how badly I have wanted to say that." He say, tracing my lips when his, lightly, on the surface, savouring, taking his time.
"Linc." I tremble under his touch. I am liquid, and I am bubbling like a volcano about to erupt. He is still just kissing me and I am boneless underneath him. I want him so bad and yet I have him, right here, right now with me. How is that possible?
"You are a gift. Ames. I don't know how I got so lucky." Linc kisses me all over my face. I feel unreal. I have yet to fully process anything. All he has said, I have not been able to fully come to terms with them.
"Linc." I gasp when his teeth graze the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe. I tremble and I feel like I could sporadically combust.
"It's fine. I will do the talking. I want to savour this. I can't fully process that I have you in my arms again. I want it to last. I miss hearing you screaming my name as I make you come." He lifts himself a bit on his elbows, and he leans down to take my mouth for a quick hard kiss.
I am still reeling from the overwhelming feeling of his tongue kissing me so thoroughly, when he rips his lips away from mine and starts kissing a trail of liquid fire down my body, tongue, teeth and smooth lips combined as one total package, setting everywhere they touch on fire, I see actual stars in my peripheral vision.
Linc pauses when he gets to my lower stomach. Chin resting on my hip bone. His hands splay over my stomach, he presses down, grabbing my waist roughly, I feel the pressure of it acutely, the mix of pain and pleasure is delicious.
"How are you so perfect." It is not a question he is asking me. His eyes hold mine from between my thighs and it is the most erotic thing ever. I try to close my legs in an unbidden moment of self consciousness, I haven't shaved in a while now.
Linc grabs my thigh, stopping me.
"Don't do that, love." He says and he leans down to press a wet hungry kiss to my inner thigh. I bristle with unbridled roaring lust.
"I...I, uh.." I want to say I am sorry I am unshaven but he pins me with a hard stare that I bite down on my lips.
"You are perfect. I am a grown man, Ames." He says, his tone has an impatient annoyance to it. It drags me out of my head.
"Look at me. I want you to see me taste you." His gravelly baritone is like a balm. Hot and soothing. Commanding.
Linc parts my thighs, lifts them high, placing the ankles over his shoulder, I close my eyes, my entire body is one overstimulated nerve and I don't know if I can take anymore. The fact that he hasn't even started anything both excites and scares me. I crave for more and less. What I want is release and yet I find the tortue alluring.
"Amelia." He calls to me, poised right at my throbbing clit exposed to him like an offering.
"I can't." I gasp, my eyes shut tight. It is too much. I have to remind myself again and again that he hasn't even started. It doesn't stick. I am strung tight. My stomach is coiled tightly, I can't breath.
"Amelia..." Linc calls my name again. He sounds patient and threatening at the same time.
A moment of silence passes with my eyes shut tight, it becomes obvious that he is content just staring at me from in between my thighs till I comply and look at him. The anticipation is killing me. I have to choose between this torture and the one that would come when he starts, damn him. I open my eyes.
"Good girl." He smirks, he is devilishly handsome. There is something about his position in between my thighs that feels vaguely powerful to me. I feel divine femininity rush through my bloodstream. It is heady.
He doesn't break eye contact as he darts his tongue out, flat and solid, his head leans down a fraction, his eyes never leaving mine, the air crackles with painful anticipation, the torment of waiting has my cheeks hot and flushed red.
The first contact of his tongue sinking against my clit shoots pure electricity to a deep obscure part of my brain that I never knew existed. I cry out with surprise more than pleasure.
"Eyes on me." Linc pulls up, smoky eyes casting a spell on me. I am breathing hard.
"Linc. Please." I gasp. I try to wriggle my hips away from his hold, it is futile. He has me in his secure hold. This is what I wanted and now it is too much. I am already so close to combusting. My muscles scream against the assault of pleasure flooding my brain.
"Eyes on me, love." He says patiently.