Chapter 56 CHAPTER 056
Amelia POV:
There is no time to adjust. No time to think. Only feel. The overwhelming masculinity of a man driven to the edge. And knowing I am the one that took him there is enough to make me wetter than I have ever been.
Linc pulses inside me. Hard and thick. I can feel him fighting for control so he can last but he is losing the battle. I decide to make it a bit harder. I clench my walls around him and he moans loudly, collapsing on my body, his mouth on my neck, his hot breath serenading me. I could smile but I am also breathing hard as hell, pleasure waves stroking me to the edge.
"Fuck. Fuck. Amelia. Fuck. You will drive me insane. Please. Don't do that." Linc pants in my ear.
"Do what?" I clench around him again and his hands beside my head fists tightly, the bedsheet twisted in his grip. Our breathing is in sync. Harsh exhales matching shallow inhales.
"You..." Linc rasps in my ear. He nibbles at the sensitive spot under my ear. My body tingles, flush against his heavy body enveloping mine, we sink lower into the incredibly soft bed.
"Linc..." I breath in the silence. The room's lighting is muted but not so much that there is no visibility. The vision of his glorious naked body is still etched in my brain. I don't think it is something I could ever forget.
"Yeah?" Linc leans up an inch so he can look in my eyes. I like it when he does this, no matter the situation. He looks me in the eyes when I call for his attention. It makes me giddy. Delusional.
"I need you to fuck me." I say, holding his eyes. There is no more room to be shy when we are conjoined this intimately.
His lips curl up in a smirk, "fuck, I like it when you use your words like that. I don't think I will ever get used to it." He leans down to kiss me and his hips starts moving at the same time. He sucks the moan forming on my tongue at the rising sensation.
We won't last. But that is okay. We have got all night. My hands scratch down his back, I feel every muscle twitch and roll beneath my fingers as he flexes inside me in slow deliberate thrusts.
I grab his smooth firm ass, following his rhythm, my thighs lock around his waist and Linc rocks my world. Quietly. Deliberately. Slowly. Steadily.
"Hmm..."
"Hmm..."
"Fuck. That feels good. Too good..."
"Yeah? It feels like fucking heaven."
It is just words to prolong the inevitable. When my body clenches tight and starts quaking, Linc doesn't change the pace of his thrusts. He continues his slow grinding, reaching to the end of my depths and pulling out only to plunge in again. It feels delicious. Decadent. Sinfully good. Nothing should feel this good.
"Pleaseeee..." My eyes roll to the back of my head, my face is a tight mask, as the pleasure gets razor sharp, Linc's hot mouth finds my neck, kissing me, leaving an hickey. I lose it.
"Go on. Let go for me, Ames. Do it. I will hold you through it. I am here." Linc whispers into my heated skin and with a loud desperate raspy cry, I obey. I feel the sharp disconnect from my body as a whole and become just a bundle of excited nerves as I feel my body jerk and writhe uncontrollably.
I am whimpering, moaning words that don't make any sense. Pleading for release from the prolonged torment without realising that I am currently in its throes. And it isn't really lasting forever, my hold of the concept of time is just incredibly warped in this moment.
"I am right behind you, love."
I can't trust my hearing but I am quite certain that that is the last coherent thing I hear Linc say before he is gripping me tight and jerking into me with short powerful movements that feel like they could break me in two but his tight hold on me prevents it. I follow him again, my second major orgasm taking over my body and senses just a few second after the first. This is the kind of stuff that bends your mind forever.
How does anyone move on from this? It seems impossible. Unthinkable, that I will willingly walk away from this. I realise that Linc has transferred that burden to me by admitting that he thinks I will be the one to leave. Because now I have to either leave or hold onto him shamelessly. I have to lay my cards on the table first. Damn clever of him. He is two decades older than me afterall.