All of My Soul

by Jenni Wilder

  My fingers ached to trace the lines of his muscles. I wanted to kiss his soft skin and inhale his manly scent. I took a small step toward him and lightly brushed my fingertips over the curves and bumps of his six-pack. My fingers splayed out as I pushed my hand flat against his stomach, trying to touch as much of him as possible.

  I stepped even closer and circled my hands around the curves of his waist until they met at the small of his back. With a slight amount of pressure, I slowly drew a line with my fingertips up his spine as I kissed his neck just below the edge of his stubble.

  I felt a shudder run through him, and I smiled with the knowledge that I had caused that reaction. It made me feel desirable and loved.

  He tipped his head down to claim my lips with his, kissing me passionately, and I melted into him. His fingers weaved through my hair as he held me close, and I grabbed at his shoulders, desperate to be as close as possible.

  I whimpered as his tongue met mine, and he caressed me gently but firmly. God, he was a good kisser. I had no idea kissing could be so arousing. Lincoln was my first and only, but I couldn’t imagine anyone being better than him. He knew exactly how tight to hold me, when to push into me, and when to draw me into him.

  Before I knew it, he was coaxing my vest over my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor as Lincoln unbuttoned my long-sleeved, purple-and-black plaid shirt. That article of clothing quickly joined my vest on the floor, revealing my gray undershirt. He broke our kiss and looked down at me, his eyes roaming over my shirt. He reached for the bottom hem and pulled up as I stretched my arms high to help him undress me. I heard him sigh as my head became wrapped in my undershirt. The sound wasn’t in a sexual way, though. He sounded frustrated.

  I freed myself from my shirt and looked up at him in confusion. He reached out and balled a clump of fabric from my camisole in his fist.

  “I swear to God, Jillian. I’m going to burn half the clothes in your closet just to get you to stop wearing so many layers.” His words might have sounded serious, but his eyes danced with amusement. “Why do you feel the need to wear so many damn clothes?”

  I stepped back a little, as much as I could with Lincoln still holding on to the last scrap of fabric above my waist other than my bra. “What? It’s a cute outfit!” I said, defensively.

  “Cute would have been two layers. No more than two.”

  I cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re serious.” I couldn’t imagine why it bothered him that much.

  “Damn right, I am.” He brought his other hand up to the neckline, and with a twist of his wrists he flexed his muscles and ripped my tank top down the middle, exposing my bra and bare stomach, my scars peeking around from my side.

  I gasped as the sound of ripping fabric echoed in my ears. “I cannot believe you just did that,” I said slowly once I recovered from the shock.

  “It was in my way.” The way he said it was so nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just ripped my clothing off me.

  I smirked at him, amused by his antics. “When did you become such a caveman?”

  “Why? Do you like it?” He took a step toward me, closing the distance between us. His fingertips traced the pattern of the lace on the cups of my bra, causing my breath to quicken as he waited for an answer.

  “I like whatever you do, Lincoln.” My voice was low and whispery. “I like the way you move. I like the way you touch me. The way you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing. “I like knowing I can put that look in your eyes. The look that says you can’t get enough of me. I like how hard your muscles, are but at the same time your lips are so soft.”

  I rocked up on my toes and pulled his face down to mine, giving him a soft, slow, lingering kiss. When he tried to deepen it and make it more passionate, I pulled back and briefly made eye contact before moving my lips to his ear.

  “But mostly,” I whispered. “I like the way you feel when we become one and you’re moving inside me. I love it, Lincoln, and I love you.”

  An animalistic growl rose out of Lincoln’s chest, and he was on me in an instant. The rest of my clothes quickly joined the others on the floor, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back on the small bed. Lincoln was on top of me, kissing me as if I was the oxygen he needed for survival.

  His lips moved to my neck, and he found that one spot that made my toes curl.

  “Mmm…” I moaned as I arched up against him, wanting more contact. “Oh, I love that. Right there.”

  “I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. He pushed his tongue against my skin and licked me slowly from my collarbone to the underside of my ear, and I shivered with pleasure.

  He pulled back and looked down at me. His blue eyes were always gorgeous, but when he looked at me like that, full of love and desire, they reminded me of a tropical ocean.

  “That feeling you have right now? That’s how I feel all the time when I’m with you. Every time I make you smile or laugh, it feels just like this.”

  He didn’t wait for my reply. He moved his lips to my neck and attacked the spot that made me tingle all over. God, I loved this man.

  His hands moved to my breasts and cupped them while he rolled his thumbs over my taut nipples. I groaned as he kissed my jaw, my collarbone, the hard plain of my chest until he reached the swell of my breasts.

  The stubble of his jaw felt rough on my soft skin as he skimmed his lips over my breast until he reached my nipple. I groaned again as he lightly kissed me there before taking it in his mouth.

  My pelvis arched toward him instinctively as pleasure flooded through me. Oh, the things this man could do to me with just his mouth. He applied just enough pressure to drive me wild while teasing the peak with his tongue.

  “Lincoln,” I whimpered as I thrashed my head to the side. “I need you.” I couldn’t take it anymore. He was causing the ache between my legs to become unbearable.

  He released my breast and quickly scooted off me and stood at the foot of the bed. I could see how much he wanted me. His whole body seemed to radiate with lust as he looked down at me lying naked on the bed.

  I expected him to take off his jeans and return to me, but instead he knelt and grabbed my feet to pull me to the end of the bed. My knees bent and hung off the end as he pushed my thighs apart, revealing how wet he had made me.

  Excruciatingly slowly, he made little circles up my thighs with his fingertips. I couldn’t stand the anticipation.

  “Oh, Lincoln. Lincoln, please.” I needed him so badly.

  He sucked a breath through his teeth. “I fucking love it when you say my name like that. Like I’m the only thing you need. I’m the only one who can make you happy.”

  “You are, Lincoln!” I cried as his fingers got closer to my core.

  He growled and lowered his face to place a kiss on my hip. I weaved my fingers through his hair and let out a strangled breath. He was so close to where I needed him to be.

  His lips trailed kisses down the slope of my pelvis until he finally reached the junction between my legs. He paused for a second, long enough for the anticipation to build, before pushing his tongue between my folds and licking me from one end of my slit to the other.

  I cried out as the warmth and movement of his tongue sent pleasure crashing through me. Just like when he was kissing me, he knew exactly how much pressure to apply, when to be gentle, and when to be rough. My clitoris throbbed with need as he rapidly flicked his tongue out, repeatedly massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves.

  My hands tightened in his hair as pleasure exploded through me, and I screamed out his name as I found my release. All my muscles clenched as I floated in that beautiful orgasmic moment where everything is slightly hazy and you never want it to end.

  The next thing I knew, I felt Lincoln’s strong arms around me, lifting me off the bed. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as I opened my eyes and found him staring at me.

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sp; At some point in my orgasmic daze, he had taken his pants off and now stood naked in the middle of the bedroom with me wrapped around him. He supported my weight with his hands, cupping my butt as he walked to the side of the room. He pushed me against the wall of the plane for leverage, and I allowed myself to lower down on him until I felt his hardness at my entrance. Capturing my mouth with his, he kissed me as he pushed inside me. Both of us groaned, and he ripped his mouth away from mine as he moved his hips back before thrusting into me again.

  We both reveled in our closeness. I loved this position. I loved that he was strong enough to hold me up as he moved inside me. I loved that we were so close—no space allowed between us. He rested his forehead against mine as he moved, and my jaw slacked as pleasure began to build inside me again. The only movement between us was Lincoln as he increased his speed until I clawed at his shoulders when the pleasure started to overtake me.

  “Go, baby,” he whispered before placing a kiss on the side of my mouth.

  When he moved inside me again, I came apart, calling out his name as I shuddered with a mixture of joy and delight. My inner muscles flexed around Lincoln’s member, and he cried out as my orgasm pushed him over the edge. He moved his arms to around my waist, pulling me down as he thrust hard several times before stilling as he came inside me. My name was a whisper on his lips as he surrendered to his release, and we became one.

  Pulling us away from the wall, he took two steps backward and collapsed on the bed with me on top of him. We lay like that for a long time before the flight attendant’s voice came through a small speaker, announcing we had to take our seats for landing.

  I kissed him hard on the lips before crawling off him to get dressed. “That might just win for best distraction ever,” I said as I winked at him.

  A wide, goofy grin spread across his face as he sat up in bed. “I agree. Mile High Club, for the win.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Oh! Look at that, Lincoln! It’s the Washington Monument! Oh! Is that the Capitol?” I gasped loudly. “Look at all the cherry blossoms!” The iconic trees lining the street were in full bloom. Pink and white flower petals hung in delicate bunches from the branches. “Oh my God. They’re so beautiful!”

  I bounced with excitement in my seat, craning my neck to see everything as we sped past the National Mall in our town car. Polished white marble buildings lined the street on the right, and a large grassy area lay to the left. We passed a huge building with a massive stone staircase in front that led up from the sidewalk. Giant stone pillars lined the front of the building, and I couldn’t help but admire the classic beauty of it.

  “Oh, Lincoln! What’s that?” I pointed to an area that was surrounded by a tall wrought iron fence. Among the trees, I could see a few pieces of art standing along a path.

  “That’s the National Gallery’s Sculpture Garden,” he informed me.

  “Ooh. It looks beautiful.”

  “We’ll come back another time and walk through it. I promise.”

  “Okay,” I agreed. I would have loved to walk through it, but right now there was just so much to see. “What’s that building?” I asked, pointing to another giant white stone building. This one had at least twenty huge windows lining the outside.

  “That’s the Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum.”

  “That’s the Smithsonian?”

  “Part of it. Technically, this whole mall is part of the Smithsonian, but if you want to see Judy Garland’s ruby slippers, we have to go to the American History Museum.”

  “Oh. Is that far?”

  He slid across the seat to sit close to me and placed an arm over my shoulders. He ducked down to look through my window and pointed at the next building on the street.

  “Wow,” I said in awe as we approached the building. I had always wanted to see this, and I was brimming with excitement and anticipation. How cool was this? “Oh Lincoln, this is going to be amazing!” I turned my head and surprised him by kissing him on the mouth with enthusiasm. He chuckled against my lips but then kissed me back, moving his mouth in rhythm with mine.

  Suddenly my car door opened, letting in a wave of warm air. I hadn’t even realized the car had stopped and our driver had gotten out. I pulled away from Lincoln and looked out my open door. Our driver was standing, red-faced, holding my door ajar. He was younger than me, but with his dark suit and chauffer’s hat, he looked like he was trying hard to be professional.

  “Terribly sorry, sir. Ma’am.” He looked incredibly embarrassed that he had interrupted our intimate moment.

  I laughed slightly and smiled at him as I got out of the car. “It’s okay,” I said, trying to relieve the awkward tension.

  Lincoln exited the vehicle behind me. “We’ll call you when we’re ready to leave.”

  “Yes, sir. Again, my apologies.”

  Lincoln chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, man.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” our driver said as he closed the car door and slowly backed away.

  Lincoln smiled and clasped my hand. “Ready?” he asked me.

  With a big smile, I nodded at him and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to calm myself. I wanted to remember every second of our time here. The weather was warmer than it had been in Chicago, and the sun seemed hotter here. A gentle breeze caressed me, and I was grateful I had packed a summer dress. It was shorter than I was usually comfortable wearing, but it was just for tonight. I wanted to look extra nice for my first time at the Smithsonian. Plus Lincoln couldn’t complain I was wearing too many layers anymore.

  We quickly approached the giant building in front of us, passing a tangled metal sculpture that stood in a small courtyard. Its beauty made it difficult to look away, and I tugged on Lincoln’s hand as I stopped to admire it.

  “Lincoln, look,” I whispered as I watched the stainless steel slowly rotate. The way the sculpture’s bands of metal seemed to change shape as it moved was mesmerizing.

  “It’s called Infinity, by Rivera and Gussow,” he said as he read the little plaque attached to the base.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  A small breeze ruffled the air around us, blowing a few strands of my hair across my face. I looked around in amazement as the wind caused cherry blossom petals to rain down and surround us. It was like we were in a snow globe someone had just shaken, only instead of snow, pink petals swirled around us in all directions.

  Lincoln touched my cheek, bringing my attention to him. I smiled as he gently tucked my stray hair behind my ear. “As long as I live, I will remember this moment right here. You take my breath away with your beautiful smile and cherry blossoms in your hair.”

  “Oh, Lincoln.” His words touched my heart, filling it with love. He didn’t like it when I told him I didn’t deserve him, but I still felt that way. What had I done to deserve this wonderful man?

  Lincoln leaned down to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him close to me. I kissed him with all the love I had in my heart, hoping he could feel it.

  We were both breathing hard by the time the kiss ended. I moved my hand to cup his cheek, as I looked him in the eye.

  “I love you so much.”

  He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. “I love you too, my princess. Now, let’s go look at some cool shit.”

  What could only be described as a sensation of euphoria flowed through me as I laughed and took Lincoln’s hand, and we ran for the visitor’s entrance. I felt so uplifted and happy until we stopped in front of the door only to find a sign listing the museum hours.

  “Oh no. They closed an hour ago.” My disappointment was obvious. I felt like our happy little bubble had burst.

  Just then, a woman in a smart business suit wearing a lanyard with a badge at the end opened the door from the inside.

  “Mr. Monaghan? Ms. Thompson?” she asked.

  Lincoln squeezed my hand and smiled. “That’s us.”

  “Welcome to the Smithsonian’s American
History Museum.” She held the door open and extended her arm to usher us inside.

  “My name is Gretchen. If I could just see some ID real quick before we start the tour.”

  I dug in my purse for my wallet as Lincoln pulled his out of his back pocket. Gretchen acted professionally, only checking out my man for a few seconds as we gave her our driver’s licenses, and she retreated to a small podium next to a security station.

  The security guard instructed us to walk through the metal detector, and he searched my purse while Gretchen scanned our identification cards.

  “How did you do this, Lincoln?” I asked with wonderment. We were the only ones in the entire museum besides Gretchen and the security guard.

  Lincoln smiled at me and shrugged. “My dad arranged it.”

  “Seriously?”

  He nodded. “He was highly impressed you wanted to come here.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Of all the things to do on a Friday night in Washington, DC, you wanted to tour a museum. I think he was just impressed you didn’t want to go shopping or clubbing, even though I told him you weren’t interested in those things.”

  “There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than here with you. Thank you for this, baby.”

  I tipped my face and offered my lips up to him. He smiled and gave me a quick kiss. “Anything for you.”

  “All right,” Gretchen interrupted as she approached us. “Sorry about all this security, but it’s policy.” She handed us our IDs with a polite smile. “If you’ll follow me, we can start the tour.”

  I bounced on the balls of my feet and squealed quietly with excitement. Lincoln laughed at me, kissed my cheek, and took my hand as we followed Gretchen into the vast expanse of the museum.

  ~~~~~~~~

  That night in our hotel room, I worshiped his body. It was my way of showing my appreciation for him being such a wonderful man. Of course, it’s not like it was much of a sacrifice on my part. His body was ideal, and I enjoyed exploring every ridge of his muscles. I knew every sensitive area on his body and used my mouth to make him shudder with pleasure. When he finally exploded inside my body as I rode him, I was sure the entire hotel could hear both of our loud cries of pleasure.