All of You

by Jenni Wilder

  “Lincoln! Oh, God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I cried out. Lincoln sucked at my clit and pleasure scorched through me as I was overtaken by my orgasm. My thigh muscles shook, and it felt like every nerve in my body detonated. I screamed loudly as my toes curled and my legs went limp, but Lincoln held me up. Warmth and pleasure spread through every cell of my body and I closed my eyes letting the final moments of my orgasm seep through me.

  When I was able to stand on my own, I felt Lincoln let go of me, and I opened my eyes as he pulled me against his chest, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and adjusted myself until I could feel the tip of his hard member at my entrance. We looked deep into each other’s eyes as he held me against the shower wall and pushed up into me.

  We both groaned loudly and he covered my mouth with his in a deep kiss. He paused inside me as I surrendered to him. We kissed passionately before he pulled his hips back and thrust into me again, moaning into my mouth. He thrust again and I ripped my mouth away from his, crying out.

  “God, baby. I missed this. I love you,” he said as he thrust into me. “I love you,” he repeated and thrust again.

  I clawed at his shoulders as my mind swam with pleasure. Every time he moved inside me, the pleasure mounted and I panted and moaned. I could hardly believe what I was feeling after just having a mind-blowing orgasm.

  When he thrust into me again, he didn’t pause this time and immediately withdrew to thrust into me again causing both of us to cry out.

  “Ahh! Lincoln! Oh, God, baby. More!” I blathered mindlessly.

  “Jillian!” Lincoln groaned and pumped into me faster.

  I screamed as my pleasure mounted and Lincoln cried out with every thrust. He pushed into me hard and I exploded around him. My inner muscles locked down on his hard member, and when I squeezed around him, he groaned and thrust uncontrollably a few times before shuddering in orgasm. Our cries and pleasure blended together as we became one.

  Lincoln’s legs gave out, and he could no longer hold us up. He slowly lowered us and lay back on the floor of the shower. The warm water from the shower beating down on my back as I shifted so he was no longer inside me and moved up slightly so I was lying on his chest.

  We lay like that for a long time, breathing hard, enjoying the last moments of our mutual orgasms.

  When the water started turning cold, I nuzzled Lincoln’s chest. “That was amazing, Lincoln,” I said when I was able to speak again.

  Lincoln ran his hands up my naked, wet back. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  I lifted my head off his chest and looked up at him. “Do you promise?”

  “I’ll never be done with you,” he said, looking at me tenderly.

  I smiled widely and crawled up his body until I was able to kiss him. I kissed him long and hard, but when I opened my mouth to trace my tongue against his lips, he grabbed my hips, pushed me off, and sat up. I looked at him confused.

  “Nope. Nope. Next time we do that, it’s going to be in my bed,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

  I laughed. “Well, come on then.” I stood up from the shower floor and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. He removed the condom and threw it in the wastebasket once we were out of the shower. He took two towels out of the cabinet, and slowly we dried each other.

  When Lincoln moved the towel over my scars, he dropped to his knees. I thought he was going to repeat our shower moment, but he kissed me at the top of my scars, by my ribs, before moving lower. He made a line of kisses all the way down my body, not missing an inch of scarred tissue. By the time he reached the bottom of my scars, the tears were falling silently down my cheeks. He looked up at me and stood up when he saw my tears.

  He gently cupped my face with his hands. “Baby, please don’t cry. You are beautiful.”

  For the first time in my life, I truly believed it. I nodded and closed my eyes, letting this feeling seep through me.

  “Jillian?” he asked softly.

  I opened my eyes, and Lincoln was looking down at me with concern. I grabbed his face and looked at him seriously. “I love you, Lincoln.”

  His face broke out in a smile, and he leaned down to kiss me sweetly. “I love you too, Princess.” He picked me up once again and held me close to his chest. I smiled up at him and saw his smile in return. He got a gleam of wickedness in his eye and before I could ask, he pulled me up closer, making my back arch and he dropped his head to my chest. He kissed my nipple causing it to harden, and ran his tongue in circles around it. I moaned softly, closed my eyes, and let the sensation wash through me as I clutched at the hair on top of his head.

  I felt a falling sensation and I squealed. Opening my eyes, I realized he had dropped me on his bed. I grinned from ear to ear as Lincoln came down on top of me and kissed me deeply. He shifted between my legs and stroked my folds with his hardness.

  My eyes rolled back as I felt him caressing me, causing shivers of pleasure to go through my body. I almost forgot I wanted to tell him something.

  “Wait, wait.” I pleaded, and Lincoln stopped immediately. He looked down at me with concern, but I smiled and pushed at him to roll off me. Luckily, he realized what I wanted and rolled to his back. I sat up and moved to straddle him, sitting down on his hips. “I have an idea.” I informed him.

  “Oh?” he said as he ran his hands up my thighs and abdomen until he could cup my breasts. “Does it involve more of this? Because I don’t think I can stop.”

  I smiled down at him. “At least not without a cold shower,” I teased.

  He squeezed my breasts. “And I already did that once today. I think I’m finally warmed up.”

  “Sucks getting hypothermia twice in twelve-hour period,” I said with a smile.

  He rolled his hips up so his hard member rubbed against my folds. “What’s your idea, baby?”

  “Mmm…” I leaned down and kissed him quick before I sat back as he continued to move his hands all over my body as if he couldn’t stop touching me. “Well, we both know I don’t have any experience with this.”

  “With sex?” he questioned.

  “Yeah. So I know I’m not very good at it…”

  “Jillian. I beg to differ,” he said, grabbing my hips. “You are earth-shatteringly good at it.”

  “Really?” I asked, surprised.

  “Oh God, baby. I’ve felt things with you that I’ve never felt before. I did mention chaining you to the bed, right? If we keep this up, I’m never letting you leave my bed.”

  I giggled and ran my hands over the ridges of his stomach. “I’d be okay with that.”

  Lincoln chuckled. “Me too. Don’t tempt me.”

  “Okay, so chaining you up was my idea. What was yours?” he asked as his hands returned to my breasts.

  “God, I don’t remember,” I admitted. Pleasure had blocked out any and all other thoughts. “I want you again.”

  I shifted to get a condom out of the drawer causing my breasts to hang in Lincoln’s face. He immediately latched his mouth on to one and I cried out as he suckled at my nipple.

  I pulled the whole string of condoms out, unable to tear off just one. He was causing pleasure to shoot through my body every time he flicked his tongue against my nipple. My lower body was a ball of need. I needed him inside me again.

  I cried out as he gently bit down on my nipple, and pleasure surged through me. I flexed my hips over his hardness and just about allowed myself to take him inside me when he grabbed my hip and held me up. I ripped a condom open and handed it to him. He put it on one handed without removing his mouth from my nipple.

  I was hovering over him when he surprised me by shifting up farther on the bed leaving me in the middle. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, and I saw that same gleam of wickedness in his eye. God, that gleam made me tingle.

  I attempted to look sexy as I crawled up his body and kissed him deeply. I lowered my hips, and I felt him guiding his hardness into me.

  As I lowered myself on to him, I ti
pped my head back and closed my eyes, letting the sensation of his fullness inside me spread through my whole body. I heard him groan and felt him latch on to my nipple again, amplifying my pleasure.

  I cried out as he grasped my hips. He lifted me up and down on him, while still sucking on my nipple. “Oh, God!” I cried out.

  This was even better than in the shower. A million times better than his birthday. I held on to his upper arms and took over moving on top of him. I rode him while he mouthed my nipple, alternating between sucking and gently biting.

  I was building fast. I called out his name repeatedly as he started thrusting up when I came down on him, causing him to move even deeper inside me. He was so deep inside me. Deeper than ever before. My orgasm erupted, sending pleasure from my core to my chest and spreading to my fingers and lips. I screamed as pleasure over took me, and my inner walls contracted and released rhythmically around his shaft. I closed my eyes and felt it spasm through me.

  Lincoln released my nipple as he cried out with his own pleasure. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest, holding me still as he thrust into me hard several more times before groaning loudly and then going still underneath me.

  I collapsed against his chest, having no strength to hold myself up. I breathed hard against his shoulder, and I could feel his breath against my hair. He ran his hands over the skin of my back. I sat up, still impaled on him and looked down at him. I had no words for how I felt at that moment. I loved him, but that didn’t seem like enough.

  I brought my hands up to his face and he did the same to me. We gazed at each other with seriousness. Lincoln’s face was full of love and tenderness.

  “Jillian… that was… I don’t even have words. I have never felt that before in my life.”

  I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his. “Me neither, Lincoln.”

  We sat that way for a long while, just holding each other, enjoying being together. Eventually, he grasped my hips and urged me to lift up. He held the bottom of the condom as I rose up and he slid out of me, groaning at the sensation. I collapsed on my back on my side of the bed and watched as he pulled the condom off, threw it away, and returned to me.

  Lincoln crawled over the bed and collapsed on my naked body.

  I pushed against his arms. “Ah… Lincoln… you’re squishing me.”

  “Squishing you?” he repeated, not making any moves to get off me. “What do you mean?”

  His entire body weight was resting on me, and I couldn’t breathe deep. “Lincoln!” I protested between giggles. “Get off!”

  But instead of getting off me he started tickling my sides.

  I shrieked and flailed my limps, trying to stop him. “Stop!” I cried while laughing.

  “What’s the magic word?” he asked, not letting up on his torture. I shrieked again and tried to buck him off me. “Say please!” he demanded as I gasped for breath.

  “Please! Please, baby! Stop!” I said, laughing.

  Lincoln laughed loudly and finally relented, lifting himself to hover over me so he was supporting his body weight.

  I smacked him lightly in the ribs. “I should knee you in the nuts for that,” I threatened.

  His face went serious. “Hey, now. That’s not funny. I can’t believe you’d want to hurt your new best friend that way.” He smiled and rubbed himself against me. “Are you sore, Princess?”

  I bit my lip and looked away with embarrassment. “A little. But it's not bad.” I answered honestly. “Are you sore?” I didn't know if sex made men sore or not.

  He chuckled. “No, baby,” he answered and rubbed against me again before lowering his mouth to mine to kiss me deeply.

  I moaned as desire flared through me. I couldn’t believe he wanted to go again. He pulled his mouth away as he continued to hover above me. “Do you need anything? Water? Bathroom?”

  I thought for a second. Yeah, I could probably do with both, and I nodded up at him. He kissed me quick and rolled off me and out of bed. I propped up on my elbows and watched him pull on a pair of boxer briefs over his gorgeous behind. He looked back and caught me ogling him. He took one of his shirts out of his dresser and threw it at me with a smirk.

  “Meet you upstairs, baby,” he called over his shoulder as he walked into his man cave.

  I smiled as joy bubbled up inside me. God, I loved this man. Oh! I forgot to tell him my idea. I scampered out of bed and donned his shirt. It fell off one shoulder and hung slightly below my hips. I felt sexy and couldn’t wait for Lincoln to see.

  I quickly used the bathroom attached to his bedroom and looked in the mirror as I washed my hands. Of course, I had bed hair going in crazy directions due to showering and leaving it to air dry, but I thought it didn’t look too bad considering. I found a comb, ran it through my hair, and then braided it down the side. That’s better, I thought.

  I found Lincoln upstairs in the kitchen making sandwiches. I retrieved my purse from where Lincoln had dropped it next to my duffle bag and pulled out my phone. I brought up my messaging app and sent three texts before joining Lincoln in the kitchen.

  “What are you smirking about?” he asked me with a smile.

  “I just texted our sisters.”

  My phone chimed three times to signify three incoming text messages. I giggled as I read two of them.

  “What are you up to?” Lincoln leaned on the counter across from me and eyed me amusement.

  I handed him my phone with the group text on the screen.

  Jillian: Made up with Lincoln! Epic marathon sex session in progress. Love you!

  His eyes bugged out as he read my outgoing text.

  Kennedy: Jillian! Gross!! But I’m so glad!

  Rebecca: Have fun, sis. Let me know when you can walk again.

  “Epic marathon sex, eh?” he said while laughing and handed my phone back to me.

  “Well, I thought it was pretty epic.” I suddenly felt a little shy. “I don’t know about you.”

  He came around the counter and placed a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Jillian. Epic is an understatement.”

  I smiled brightly at his reply and stretched up to kiss him. His arms wrapped around me and his fingers made his way south, pulling the hem of my shirt up over my butt. He palmed my cheeks and lightly stroked the curves at the top of my thighs.

  “Goddamn, you are so sexy. I wish I could touch you all over, all at once. Every inch of you,” he whispered as his hands ran over my body.

  I ran my hands over his strong chest and wide shoulders. “I feel the same way, baby.” I felt a shudder go through him, and he kissed me passionately. I could feel him harden through his boxer briefs.

  “Sandwiches!” I cried out, breaking our kiss, and pulling my mouth away from his.

  He chuckled. “Hey, I was promised epic marathon sex.”

  “Oh! Speaking of that. My idea!” I said as I grabbed both sandwiches and offered one to Lincoln.

  “I thought epic marathon sex was your big idea.”

  “Well, it’s more than that.”

  “God, more than epic marathon sex? I don’t think that’s possible. I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said before shoving half a sandwich in his mouth and smiling.

  I beamed up at him. He made me so happy.

  “I’m dying of suspense here, Jillian. What’s your idea?” he said with his mouth full of sandwich.

  “Well, like I started to say earlier, I don’t have a lot of experience with sex, and what we’ve done so far has been amazing, don’t get me wrong, but… like… um…” I was suddenly shy.

  “But what, Jillian?” he prompted me.

  “Um…what’s your favorite…um…” After everything we’d done together, it was still difficult to talk to him about it.

  “Jillian, just ask me,” he said, impatiently.

  “Um, well, what’s your favorite position?”

  He smirked. “Ooh… is that what’s your getting at?”

  “We
ll, I was thinking I wanted to find my favorite position. But I don’t know that many.”

  He laughed. “Should we make a list of all sex positions we know of? Nothing too crazy though. No kama sutra type bending. I still have to be able to play hockey, and you probably want to be able to walk at work tomorrow.”

  I laughed. “Actually, I’m going to play hooky tomorrow,” I informed him. “That’s who my third text was to. I texted my boss.” I felt guilty for skipping a day of my internship, but I could make it up. Besides, Lincoln and I had a week's worth of catch-up to do.

  “Really?” Lincoln asked excitedly but then turned serious. “I don’t want to keep you from your research.”

  “It’s okay, baby. I can make it up.”

  “Why do you want to try different positions?” he asked me seriously as he took another sandwich.

  I blushed. “I just kind of feel like I’ve missed out on so much. Isn’t sex supposed to be fun and adventurous?”

  “Fun? Yes. Adventurous? Not necessarily. There are plenty of couples out there who are perfectly happy with basic missionary.”

  “I know. I just want to try everything. Find out what I like and what I don’t like. Besides, you never told me your favorite.”

  He eyed me as he finished chewing his sandwich and took a large swallow of water. He didn’t answer me but instead started cleaning the little bit of mess he made while assembling our sandwiches.

  I snatched the last half of a sandwich off the plate and practically inhaled it before bringing the plate to him to put in the dishwasher.

  “Jillian, I know you feel like you’ve missed out, but we’ve got a lifetime of sex ahead of us. We don’t have to rush this. It should just be natural,” he said knowingly.

  He was right. I knew he was right, but it was just all so exciting. “So you’re not going to tell me your favorite?”

  He smirked at me. “Well, since I was promised epic marathon sex…” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “My newest favorite is the cowgirl,” he told me as his eyes glowed with desire and love.

  “That’s what we just did, right?”