Chapter Forty-Five

Raleigh


Not releasing his gaze, I curl my hand around the back of his neck, urging him down until our lips are a hairsbreadth apart. With my heart pounding in my chest, I rasp out, “I want you, Lincoln.”
“You have me,” he breathes out as he drops to his elbow on one side to cup my cheek.
“Then show me,” I plead, thrusting my hips against him, leaving no room for him to question my meaning.
Lincoln closes the remaining distance between us, his lips crashing to mine, his tongue pushing past my lips as soon as contact is made. Releasing a deep groan, he deepens the kiss, rocking his hips against my slick core. Shifting, I hear the sound of his bedside drawer opening and then him shuffling around as he searches for something inside.
Tearing his mouth away from mine, he glances over to the drawer a look of frustration forming on his face as he growls, “fuck,” and slams the drawer shut.
“What?” I ask, scooting up the bed until I’m sitting up. “What’s wrong?”
“All my Goddamn condoms are gone.”
“Wait!” I say, reaching out to him when he goes to move away from me, afraid that he’s going to put an end to things before they ever even get started. Grasping ahold of his hand, I rush to say, “I—I’m on birth control.”
Chewing on the corner of my lips, I wait with bated breath as I watch indecision cross his face as he wages an internal battle of what to do.
“As much as I’d love to feel you bare, and fuck would I, I don’t want to chance having any little Lincoln or Raleigh’s running around anytime soon.” Then, getting up off of the bed, he leans towards me, placing a chaste kiss against my lips. When he pulls back he says, “I’ll be right back.”
Then, in all his naked glory, Lincoln leaves the room.
I stare at the door, waiting for his return, but the longer he’s gone, the more fear creeps in.
*Will he leave me once we’ve had sex?* I can’t help but question, unease settling into the pit of my stomach.
*Am I really ready to do this with him? What if he’s only been stringing me along, waiting me out until I give in?*
With a huff, I roll my eyes, internally chastising myself. *I know that I’m ready and I love him and he loves me, he would never do something like that to me. What we have* is *real.*
When Lincoln returns, a foil packet pinched between his fingers, my nerves have yet to settle, my entire body trembling.
Climbing onto the bed, Lincoln grasps ahold of my ankle, placing a chaste kiss against it before trailing more kisses up my leg, only stopping when he reaches my inner thigh, nipping and then licking at the sensitive flesh there, soothing the sting from the bite.
Smoothing his hands over my hips, he glances up at me, the desire obvious in not only his hard cock but also his eyes. He laces his fingers through mine, then brings my hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the knuckles as he says, “Baby if you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to do this.”
“No, it’s not that. I want to…” I rush out, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m just scared…nervous.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks as she shifts his position until he’s sitting on the bed with one knee bent, his arm resting over it.
“No,” I say as I rise up onto my knees, Lincoln’s gaze automatically dropping to my naked breasts as I close the little bit of distance between us, crawling onto him until I’m straddling his lap. Still on my knees, not settling on top of him just yet, I grasp ahold of his hands and bring them to my breasts, my voice raspy when I say, “Talking about it will only make me more nervous.”
His thumbs begin to toy with my nipples, causing a moan to slip past my lips as I search his eyes. Releasing his hands, I bring mine to the back of his neck, threading my fingers into the curly hair there, lowering my body down over his, I gasp at the sensation while Lincoln releases a groan, thrusting his hips slightly to where I can feel the blunt head of his cock gliding through my wetness. We rock against each other, desire building within me, right along with the nerves that are causing my thighs to shake as I lower my mouth to his, stopping only long enough to say, “Make me cum on your cock.”
With a growl, Lincoln crashes his lips to mine in a claiming kiss that steals my breath. We get lost in one another, my nerves fading away as he kisses across my jaw and down the column of my throat, across the swells of my breasts, stopping to show attention to each breast with his lips, tongue, and teeth, before moving on.
When his face is between my thighs again, he looks up at me with a fire in his eyes that burns so hot that I feel like I might spontaneously combust. His tongue lashes out, licking up my slit and my hips buck automatically, desperate for more.
Lincoln wraps one arm around my leg, his thumb stroking the inside of my thigh as he places the other just above my pelvic bone, his hand splayed across my lower stomach and holding me down, my body unable to chase his tongue when he pulls back.
He licks up my slit once more, a growling moan rumbling within his chest as he buries his face between my legs, feasting on my pussy.
"Oh, God!" I cry as I feel my orgasm rising up in me once more, not realizing it was even possible to come so many times in such a short span of time. "Please..." I beg, writhing beneath his hold desperate to feel him inside of me. Lincoln plunges first one and then two fingers inside of me, working them in and out of my pussy before adding a third.
"I've got to make sure you're ready to take me," Lincoln breathes against my core. "Cum for me, Baby girl, milk my fingers." Then he curls them inside of me, hitting that spot that makes me do as he demands, cumming so hard that I swear I see stars.
"That's my girl," Lincoln praises, the sound of a wrapper tearing moments before he crawls over me, settling his lower body between my thighs, his hard cock poised at my opening.
"I'll try to be gentle," he murmurs as he eases forward, the head of his cock slipping through my folds until he's notched inside of me. The intrusion is foreign and hurts, causing me to tense up as tears begin to build along my lashes. Lincoln automatically freezes, his thumb coming up to wipe beneath my lashes, erasing my tears. "Talk to me. I don't want to hurt you. Tell me what you need me to do?"
"I don't know..." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Bringing his lips to mine once more, I get lost in his kiss as he makes love to my mouth. When I feel the pad of his thumb stroke against my sensitive clit, I gasp into his mouth, my hips rocking forward, the movement pushing his cock deeper inside of me. It hurts, his cock stretching me, but the feel of him working my clit feels so fucking good that I can help but rock my hips, needing more.
He doesn't stop, he keeps stroking my clit, his tongue stroking my own with the same movements as his fingers. When I find that I'm on the verge of cuming again, he pulls away, both of us breathless as he leans his forehead against my own as he asks, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," I cry, my orgasm crashing over me. As soon as it does, Lincoln thrusts his hips forward until he is fully seated inside of me, forcing a gasping cry to fall from my lips at the intense pain that radiates within me from the action.

"I'm sorry," Lincoln whispers, burying his face in my neck, kissing along the exposed flesh as he holds himself still. "I'm so fucking sorry."