Chapter 43 CHAPTER 043
Missionary is the go-to sexual position for a reason. It is too damned intimate. I feel everything so deeply, so intensely that it takes my breath away being buried underneath Linc like this.
He starts moving slowly, gently, and working up a rhythm that feels like a dance. I didn't know his hips could move like that, but he is determined to make it last and feel good to me since it is all I have asked for since he barged in.
"Linc. Fuck. That feels... there...oh my God!" My hands scratch down the rippling muscles of his back, his hips rotating as he pumps into me, I feel him deep inside, he is all I can feel, all I can see even with my eyes closed, all I can hear, the low moaning escaping his lips, and it is too much. Intense on a level I didn't know was even possible without losing your mind.
I grab his firm ass, my thighs buck around his waist as I take him in, inch by inch, he is buried so deep inside me, I feel like we are one. Conjoined in the best way possible.
"You like that?" His voice is raspy above me. He leans down to nip at my neck, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Yes." Is all I can whisper. There is a blinding light getting brighter and brighter deep inside my brain, I know I am close, and the orgasm will bend my mind. I ache for it.
"Then we have to make it last." He switches the rhythm, going even slower, his hips buck up and down gently, pulling his length halfway out and drawing upwards so I feel him brush against my throbbing clit with every thrust. My entire body shivers with bolts of electricity coursing through my bloodstream.
"Linc..." I open my mouth to say more but only breath escapes me. The world has gone absolutely quiet. It is just us. Only us in this frozen moment in time. Linc rolling his hips above me, giving me all he has and more, tuning my body like a fine musical instrument. I can't help it. I go mindless underneath him. Surrendering to his utter dominance. I let go of conscious thoughts.
"So fucking tight." Linc groans, his rhythm falters for a second and he adjusts, picking up speed. All I can do is hold onto him as tight as I can.
"Please...I need...I can't...it is...too...please..." I whimper underneath him, my entire body is stretched taut. Every single muscle is flexed, stroked to attention, begging for release, my toes are curled to oblivion, I feel suspended in midair, begging to be let go. Even though my fall is uncertain, I need it more than air.
Linc starts thrusting harder, deeper, hitting every sensitive spots inside me, creating new ones as his thick vibrating cock drives into me with an intensity that would shatter me if I let it. His hot breath on my neck, his grunting moans in my ear, his huge body covering every inch of mine, I am intensely aware of it all and everything is too much. I try to take a deep breath in the middle of unravelling and I only manage it halfway before snapping.
The tight coil snaps off and something lits a spark in my brain, my entire body trembles around him uncontrollably and in the mindless throes of my climax, I hear him loud and clear, unravelling in his own way, I have never heard him come as loudly as this. It only rides into my own climax. I am moaning gibberish as I hold onto him tighter, his hands dig into the soft flesh of my hips, branding me.
It is probably a couple of seconds of our control slipping but the moment stretches, contorts, so it feels like a lifetime. And I savour it. This few seconds of subconsciousness. No thoughts. No judgement. Nothing but pleasure. It is bliss. If heaven exists, I have gotten a taste right here.
I come back to myself after a while. Linc is beside me, his chest is rising and falling with each deep breath he takes. He is awake and he is watching me. I can't read the expression on his face but it doesn't bother me. I feel aglow in the aftermath of my orgasm. Only Linc can make me feel like this. We just look at eachother. His eyes are soft and I know mine is reflecting the depths of my emotions for him, all the 'i love you' I can't let slip again. But I don't mind that he can see it. Can read me. I don't mind. I have lived all my life hiding myself.
Always feeling the compulsive need to hide away. Hide how much I can feel because my mother hated nothing more than neediness. Hide my physical presence because it will only feed into her ego when her men compare us both and she comes on top as the winner. Hide what I think because then she would go berserk that I dare question her when she is my sole guardian and provider.
There is a certain savage deliciousness I derive from the fact that it is Linc, her prized lover who sees me finally.
"I missed you." Linc stretches his palm out to cup my face. So this is what I miss out on when I run away after sex like a clown. This warmth that tugs at my heartstrings mercilessly.
"I know." I smile cheekily into his hand. His brows knit together and his lips pull up in a smile that sends my heart racing. How can he look like this at his age? Forty one is not old per say, but damn, he makes it look like a walk in the park. I know he works out and keeps a healthy diet but it cannot account for his incredibly good genes too.
"So, I need you to tell me what is going on with you and Tyler." He says holding my eyes and my blood runs cold at the mention of that name yet again.