“I’m about at the end of my control, babe,” I warned stepping out of my Vans and kicking them aside starting right to work on my belt and jeans. She took off her flats and shrugged out of the remnants of her dress. We watched each other while undressing our movements seeming synchronized and our mutual need making our lingering gazes heated.
Her mouth parted when my cock sprang free. I hauled her hot sexy body into me shuddering when my erection came into contact with her warm beckoning heat. Her hands latched onto my arms and I lifted her chin to reclaim her lips, needing to taste her again, needing to show her with my mouth what I was getting ready to do to her with my dick lest she had forgotten.
Slanting my head immediately to deepen the angle, I glided my tongue between her sexy lips making love to her mouth with it not letting up on a single stroke, until she whimpered and I felt the dampness of her arousal through the wet lace she slid back and forth over my hard cock.
“On the bed,” I ordered. “Now.” I slapped her sexy heart shaped ass as soon as she turned the pink mark proof of my ownership. “Ditch the bra and thong, babe.” My voice was low, vibrating with the weight of my need. “Or I’m gonna rip it, too, and it looks expensive.” I stalked after her. She turned around at the bed.
“Linc.” Her eyes widened as she took me in, my darkened gaze, my features and muscles taut, my cock completely vertical a full frontal turned on male poised to take her.
“I can’t get it.” She dropped her arms frustrated with the clasp behind her back. Were here hands shaking because she was as nervous as me? Probably not. The last time I had truly made love to someone it had been her.
“It’s ok, babe. I’ll help.” I soothed brushing her hair over her shoulder, noting the chill bumps on her skin as I unclasped it, slid it from her body and tossed it aside. I located a condom while she shimmied out of her panties.
When she was beautifully perfectly nude she turned around lifting her gaze. “The lingerie is a hit, huh?” she whispered skimming her soft fingers over the stubble roughened line of my tight jaw.
“No your body is a hit,” I clarified. “The lingerie was just a bonus.” I took her freed breasts in my hands weighing and shaping them, stroking the taut peaks with my thumbs before lowering my head and feasting, swirling my tongue around the pebbled areolas and lathing the tips until she started to moan, then sucking each one in deep.
When she began to pant between moans that was my cue to lift her by the arms and toss her into the bed. Before she could recover I had a knee to the mattress and followed her down.
I traced my hands upward parting her legs as I went, ankles to calves until I opened her lovely thighs and settled between them. Tossing her hair out of her eyes she came up on an elbow and skimmed her palm down the center of my chest until she had the hard hot length of me in her grip.
“Mona. Holy fuck.” I shuddered.
Eyes on her task lip between her teeth she swirled a thumb around the velvety tip.
“Enough of your teasing, goddess.” I captured her skillful hands, kissed the palm tasting the saltiness of my own desire on her skin before I ripped open and rolled on the condom. I drew both of her hands up over her head and pressed them into the mattress, positioned myself between her warm thighs and glided inside of her in one long languid luxurious stroke.
She moaned and her lids closed. “So good, Linc. That feels so good,” she praised as I started to move.
So beautiful, I would have told her but I was too far gone to speak anymore. Every time I stroked inside I squeezed my hand around her hands and felt her tightening around me lower, squeezing my cock. As close as two people could get, yet it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough with her. I had to show her that. I had to make her mine again. Need riding me hard, I rode her even harder until she started chanting my name and I felt her body shuddering. Her pleasure was the fiery spark that ignited my own.
“Oh, Mona. My Mona.” I groaned my release sliding over the edge plunging into her heat again and again, our pleasure linking our hearts intrinsically together. She took what I gave her hips up to meet each thrust taking me deeper and better than ever before until I collapsed on top of her, my face buried in her neck.
“I love you, Linc,” she whispered stroking her fingers up and down my perspiration slicked spine while I stroked in and out of her a couple of more times just for pure enjoyment. I knew from the roughened tone to her words that her eyes were as wet as my own.
Together again. She mine and I hers. Finally.
“I love you,” I told her pressing my lips into her damp hair.
Chapter Sixty-Three
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Simone
I ran my fingers up and down the perspiration slick skin over his spine as he languidly stroked in and out a couple of more times. I knew my tears betrayed everything. How good it was. How much I had missed him…this…us.
He pulled out and I stretched out on the soft luxurious sheets basking in the view of the perfectly formed naked man before me as he peeled off the condom, tied it off and tossed it into a nearby bin. “Babe,” he offered me his hand to help me off the bed, “come take a shower with me.”
“Ok,” I agreed not caring that I sounded overly eager to have his soapy hands all over me and mine on him.
Yes, please.
He tugged me into the opulent bathroom that looked as if it had been recently renovated. Neutral stone walls, pewter fixtures and a shower big enough for two.
While he turned on the water and checked the temperature I admired him. How was it possible that he had gotten sexier over the years?
His body more chiseled.
His muscles more firm.
His cock…
“Babe.”
I looked up into dark eyes that glittered dangerously. “But we just…”
“I’ll never get enough of you, Mona.” His voice was gruff, his gaze intense and I believed him because that was exactly how I felt, too. He pulled me into the shower and positioned me under the water, its warmth drenching my hair and skin as he caressed me with his strong talented hands. A swipe of his thumb across my cheekbone. Smoothing both over my shoulders. His expression one of extreme concentration as he touched my breasts, circling the nipples over and over again until they were hard and achy for his mouth all over again before he lifted his darkened gaze to regard me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. Then I want to try something new.”
What did he want to try?
My heart stumbled but I nodded my head and reached for the hotel shampoo. He snatched it from my fingers.
“Let me.”
“Only if you let me first,” I bargained.
“Alright,” he agreed with a slow smile and we switched places beneath the water.
I ran my gaze over him as he dipped his head back to wet his hair. He had to bend at the knees to get his height low enough to get under it. When he reopened his eyes I gazed back up to his handsome face. “You’ll have to bring yourself down to my level.” My voice was husky with need. Tone, lean, aroused Linc had that kind of predictable effect on me.
“Sure, babe.” He did as I requested, but it was acquiescence on his part. Linc was a powerful male. We both knew who was really in charge. I filled my palm with melon scented shampoo, lathering his hair first then running my fingers through the thick strands, kneading his scalp until he groaned in pleasure. Every single time he groaned like that my body responded. Nipples hardening, heat pooling between my legs, deep places becoming darkly needy. It was embarrassing how easily he affected me.
“Rinse,” I said.
“Ok, boss lady.” He grinned mischievously complying with my order but in a cocky way that made me wonder yet again just what he had planned for later after the shower.
When it was my turn he lingered over my hair until the lather was thick and my limbs pliable from his ministrations. His strong masculine hands had been so unbelievably gentle. He seemed just as affected by my moans, his cock hot
and hard between us.
“You go first with the soap.” He handed it to me and I took it wondering about his choice of order, but only later. In the moment I enjoyed the way it felt to have a powerfully beautifully built man like Linc beneath my fingers. My soap slippery hands made my fingers glide smoothly over every hard contour and chiseled plane. I ran flattened palms across the width of his shoulders. I slid them over his pecs. His nipples were hard and he drew in a sharp intake of breath when I passed over them purposefully slow.
I moved my hands nearly everywhere, down his lean torso, over his hard ass and even between but avoided his cock until he took my hands and guided me to it. Over the velvety tip down the long hard length, not a single inch of him did I leave unexplored.
I was trembling and incredibly turned on when we finished. That was when I realized why he had let me go first. I was wound so tightly I was probably going to come the minute he touched me.
“Linc,” I said breathily as I watched him lather the soap for his turn on me. “I’m…what I mean is…” My voice shook. “I don’t think I can…”
“Oh, yes you can and you will, gorgeous. I took what you gave. You take while I have my fun. You’ll come only when I say.”
“Ok, I guess.” What was he up to?
He was up to driving me totally and completely insane.
He did my lower half first. Legs, ass, brisk and efficient, between my legs only briefly with just a few swipes but enough to make me arch into his caress before he moved up to my breasts. Then he acted like he had all the time in the world. The only evidence that he didn’t were his heavy breaths through parted lips and his cock that kept leaping between our bodies every time he ran his palm over my hardened nipples.
The earlier trembling was only a precursor. Now my fingers curled into my palms and my muscles locked tight. If he just kissed me deeply I knew I might come.
“Rinse off, babe. Then get out.”
In a sensual daze I nodded. The water cascading over my body felt deliciously erotic. So did the plush towel that I used to dry off after he shoved it at me giving me a gruff order to be quick as he exited the bathroom.
When I came out his surfboard was on the bed, the orange and turquoise colorful against the stark white rumpled sheets.
“What did you have in mind, Linc?” I asked as he withdrew his leash from the side pocket of a silver nine and half foot long insulated case that I knew was his travel bag for his board.
“I’ve seen that movie too, gorgeous.” He stepped over his black guitar case and turned around to face me. “I want to fulfill your every fantasy.” His voice went lower as his eyes scanned me head to toe evoking a visceral response. “Because you certainly fulfill every single one of mine.”
He wound the leash cord around and around his hand as he regarded me steadily with eyes that looked like they were on fire. I licked my dry lips. “Get on the bed, Simone,” he ordered. “On my board. On your back. Arms above your head hands together.”
Wet heat flashed between my legs. “I don’t know.” My words belied my body’s response.
“You afraid?”
I shook my head. I was never afraid of him. Never.
He studied me a beat seeming to notice my parted lips, heavy breathing, hard nipples and trembling.
“Turned on?” he guessed.
I nodded.
“Get on my board then, babe. I aim to please if you’ll let me.”
I scurried to the bed and climbed in, but not quickly enough to avoid a smart smack on my ass.
“Owed you that one,” he explained when I snapped my neck around to glare at him. “You might want to stow the sass.”
I pressed my lips together, lying on the board, the plastic cold and hard against my naked skin. He moved closer studying me so long I started to squirm. Just having him look at me at this point turned me on. How could he wait? I could see that he was just as aroused as I was.
Nostrils flaring he unwound the leash from his hands and rewound it around my clasped hands instead. He smiled slowly and brushed the length of my hair back over each shoulder. “Like you like this, babe. You’re fucking gorgeous.” His dimple seemed to be mocking me. “I can’t wait to be inside you. Again.” A warm shiver rolled through me from the smolder in his tone.
Then he climbed onto the bed from the foot of it where he parted my legs slowly. Firm warm hands still gripping my thighs he looked up at me when he saw the evidence of just how turned on I was. “Mona. Babe.” My cheeks warmed but I held his gaze not regretting being aroused by him. He leaned in and I pulled in a quick breath when I felt his warm exhalation. No one had ever done this before. Touched me so intimately, but…
He answered the question I didn’t voice. “I’m clean, Simone. Been tested every six weeks since I got out of rehab. If you want me to stop, I won’t go any further, but I want to. I want to taste you and touch every part of you. If you’ll let me.”
I nodded and he did.
And it was glorious.
Being restrained and unable to do anything but experience was freeing. It heightened the effect of everything he did. I felt every wet swipe of his tongue, every swirl, every purposeful thrust.
Only…
“Linc!” I was too close. I started to sit up trying to pull my legs together only he didn’t let me. He kissed each thigh with lips wet from me. Then he lifted his head his eyes nearly black with passion. More heat pulsed through me. I wanted to run my fingers through his tousled hair. I wanted to smash my mouth to his to taste myself on his firm lips. I wanted him inside me.
“Not yet,” he warned climbing up over me and shaking his head when I started to lower my arms. I wanted to wind them around his neck and bring his mouth to mine. “I’m not finished yet.”
Before I could tell him I was, he lowered his head and brushed the damp ends of his hair over my taut nipples, then his whisker roughened cheeks, then his warm lips, then his wet tongue.
“I can’t, Linc.” Wet gathered in my eyes from the strain of holding back. “I can’t anymore. Please.”
“Yes, sweet Mona.” He slid his deliciously tight hot body down and parted my legs again, settling between them and thrusting his hard length inside me in one smooth decisive motion that felt so good I let out a long broken moan. He smiled darkly then immediately withdrew and did it over again nearly coming out then going all the way back in so hard this time that my body slid up the board.
“Sorry, babe.” His voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it and his face was drawn tight with need.
“Don’t be. Do it again,” I begged. “Harder.”
His dark grin widened. “My pleasure.” He grabbed my hips and did.
“No mine,” I managed through a broken breath.
“Ours,” he groaned. “Always ours.” Then he started pounding into me and I raised my hips to meet each thrust.
Everything else faded away except his delectable hardness filling me over and over again, each angled stroke measured and purposeful, until my thoughts completely scattered and the world as I had known it unraveled and came back together in a way totally unlike it had been before.
Better.
“Mona,” he rasped my name and stiffened inside of me. I felt the wet heat of his release filling me but he kept going powering through his climax and extending my own taking us both higher than we had ever been before, beyond anything we had ever known.
Chapter Sixty-Four
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Simone
The night ended and the dawn came bringing with it cold clarity beyond the neutral botanical comforter and the glossy rosewood furniture within the South Seas inspired hotel room. I was fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a borrowed shirt from his closet since my dress was in tatters. Tears burned the back of my throat as I stared at a dream that was too good to be true. I stroked softly over his thick wavy hair the way I had in the past. The fine lines around his mouth and eyes disappeared as he slumbered peacefully.
/> Unaware.
“I love you,” I whispered wanting to press one more kiss to his chiseled lips, but too afraid if I did it would wake him.
Why was I lingering?
Why make this harder than it already was?
I told myself that I was doing what had to be done. Make the break now before things got even more complicated.
Safer, easier, better to just put all those memories back into the album and the album back into the box and my life back to the way it had been before he’d returned and turned everything completely upside down.
The man at the front desk was helpful, though he raised a brow at my attire. The taxi he summoned came quickly, and in a shorter amount of time than it had taken Lincoln to drive us out to Shelter Island, I was dropped off back in front of my house.
My disabled Accord was still in the driveway as I walked up the front sidewalk. Everything looked the same and in order as if the incredible night before had never occurred. But inside I couldn’t deny that it had. Inside I was afraid. Afraid he had stirred up feelings, longings and dreams that once awakened would never go back into stasis mode again. Not easily. Not ever if I was being honest with myself, which I was having trouble doing at the moment.
I let myself in and went straight to the utility room. Chulo was ecstatic to see me. I fed him and let him out before I went upstairs to take my shower trying to avoid noticing the marks on my body from my night with Lincoln, trying not to hyperventilate when I stepped out of the tub and slathered on lotion and realized that most of them had already faded.
I made coffee and poured it into a thermos but didn’t bother to eat anything. I didn’t think I could hold it down anyway.
“Chulo, c’mon on,” I called into the backyard and he came running curly white tail plume wagging. I clipped on his leash for the walk to the beach but even when he put the end of the leash into his mouth and pranced to the door as if ready to walk himself, it didn’t elicit a smile.
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