Chapter Ten

Lincoln


We're holding hands as we descend to the first floor in the crowded elevator and all I can think about is how I wish we were alone so I could press her up against the wall and show her exactly how much I've missed her over the last few days.
As soon as the elevator dings, and the crowd of people piles off, we follow behind them until we've exited the hospital lobby, the fresh air a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming aroma of disinfectants.
"My car is over here," she tells me, pointing toward the east side of the parking lot. I follow after her, keeping quiet as all of the things that I'd like to do to her run through my head. As soon as we come to a stop before her car, I rush her, burying my hands in her hair and closing my mouth over hers, continuing to walk her slowly backward until her back is pressed against the hard metal of her driver's side door. My body is pressed tightly against her, leaving no question as to how much I've missed her or just how badly I want her right at this moment.
"Baby," I growl as her nails begin scratching down the length of my back, causing my dick to become even harder than it was just seconds before. I grind against her, desperately wanting this girl, more than I've ever wanted anyone.
But, I also don't think that either of us is ready to take that step.
And, more than anything, I don't want to fuck this thing between us up.
"Baby," I manage to mutter her name again as I try to pull away.
Before I can say anything more, "Shut up," she demands, burying her hand in my hair and pulling my mouth back down to hers, deepening the kiss once more. While one of her hands stays buried in my hair, her other hand trails between us, only stopping once she's cupping my cock through my jeans.
*Fuck,* I groan into her mouth, thrusting my hips up to match her strokes, wishing like fuck that she was touching me skin-to-skin instead of through my jeans.
Cupping her breast through her shirt, I can feel her nipple pebble against my palm. My mouth waters as I imagine what she would taste like if I were to take her into my mouth. With strength that I hadn't even known that I possessed, I reach out and wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her stroking.
"Fuck, baby girl..." I groan, lowering my forehead to hers, with both of my hands, I cup her cheeks, and close my eyes as I try to calm myself down. Both of our breathing is labored and seeing that she's just as worked up as I am, is not helping in the least with helping to get myself under control.
"Lincoln," she rasps, her voice thick and husky with desire, "please."
"Bab—," With her hands free, she slips one of them beneath the band of my jeans, wrapping her palm around my shaft, and causing me to hiss at the contact, then groan, "Jesus fucking Christ, baby girl."
I deepen the kiss, my hips thrusting in time with Raleigh’s pumps of my cock, as her thumb swirls over my tip. Leaning forward, I find the back driver's side door handle and pull it until the door is open and I’m moving us until she’s pressed against the backseat, her thighs, ass, then back is against the seat as I lay her down, then crawl up her body as best as I can within the small confines without hurting her.
“Lincoln,” she moans when I cup her breast in my hand, her hips coming up off of the seat causing her jean-covered pussy to grind against my dick.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” I beg, letting her dictate where this goes and how far.
“I-I don’t…oh, God!” she moans when I shift my leg, my thigh pressing against her pussy just right.
Trailing my hand down her stomach, I stop just above her waistband. “Do you want me to touch you here?” I ask, dipping my index finger beneath the band.
Instead of answering with words, she thrusts her hips once more, a gasped moan escaping from her open mouth when my fingers make contact with her clit.
I try to move lower but her pants are too tight and I can’t get a good enough angle to get my fingers inside of her.
“Please, don’t stop,” she pleads when I pull my hand out of her pants.
“I’m not, baby girl, I promise,” I tell her as I snap the button of her jeans. “I just need to make room to get my fingers inside of you,” I explain as I yank both her jeans and her silky pink panties down her thighs.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, burying my fingers inside her dripping pussy, causing the sexiest moan to leave her that I have ever heard. As I thrust my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing at her clit, she begins rocking her hips, fucking my hand.
“Yes. Oh, God, Lincoln,” she cries, moaning when I curl my fingers deep inside of her.
“Can I taste you?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off of her pretty pink pussy dripping with her desire.
“I—” she stops talking, biting that lip that drives me mad, a mixture of curiosity and fear taking over her features.
“Has anyone ever eaten your pussy before, baby girl?” I ask, suddenly realizing that maybe she isn’t as experienced as I had assumed she was.
Without answering, she shakes her head back and forth in answer. *No.*
I continue thrusting my fingers in and out of her but slow down, taking my time as another possibility occurs to me. “Has anybody ever had access to this pussy, *touched* this pussy, before me?”
Her cheeks flush pink with what I assume is embarrassment and she tries to clothes her thighs, locking my fingers inside of her, as she diverts her eyes away from mine, muttering a quiet, “No.”
“Fuck,” I growl, my cock thickening at the knowledge that I’m the first to have ever touched her and understanding hitting me at her embarrassment. “Raleigh, fuck, Baby. Please, look at me,” I say, trying to get her attention as I remove my hand from between her thighs.
When her eyes begin to water and she continues to refuse to look at me, I reach out with the hand that hadn’t just been inside of her and grasp a hold of her chin, turning her face until our eyes are locked. “Are you embarrassed that you were untouched before today?” I ask, pride swelling within me that she allowed *me* to be the first to touch her in that way.
Instead of answering, she just lowers her eyes toward her lap.
I watch as her eyes widen and a gasp leaves her when she catches sight of my hard cock, “I very obviously love knowing that no other man has ever touched you before me.” I say, as I lower my other hand, the one that still has her juices on my fingers, and fist my cock, stroking it much the same as Raleigh had been doing earlier. “I’m hard as fuck knowing that I’m the first.”
“I—it doesn’t repulse you?” She asks, sounding skeptical.
“Fuck no!” I say, anger coursing through my veins at the thought that perhaps someone made her believe that her innocence was something to be ashamed of.
“Knowing that you're innocent, untouched, is such a fucking turn-on,” I tell her, deciding right then that I need to slow things down between us even more than I had originally planned.
“Let me help you,” I say as I move my hands to her thighs and grasp a hold of her panties on both sides. She lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them, and then her jeans back into place but a confused look covers her face.
Giving myself a moment to compose myself, I tuck myself back into my boxers and jeans and turn my attention back to her, addressing the elephant now in the car.
"I wanted to take things slow with you," I tell her as I help her up into a sitting position. "and baby, as much as I enjoyed what we did in there," I tell her, a smile on my face as I place a chaste kiss against her lips, "*that* was in no way taking things slow and can quickly escalate if we're not careful."
"Do you not want me? It’s because I’m so innocent, isn’t it?" She asks, looking hurt and knowing that I'm the reason behind that hurt causes my chest to ache.
"Baby, I told you that knowing that you’re innocent, untouched, is such a fucking turn-on. I’m hard as fuck right now and I want you so fucking bad it hurts." I tell her as I reach out and tuck a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Then, why—" she starts, but I cut her off, wanting her to understand that she's more than just another notch on my belt.
"Because I respect you enough to try to take things slow and if we do get to the point that we do more, have sex, whatever— I want you to be sure. And I want to be deserving of such a precious gift…” Then, cupping her cheek, I place a chaste kiss against her lips. “You're different from anyone in my past," I tell her when I pull back, suddenly finding that I’m unable to meet *her* gaze now as vulnerability causes my pulse to spike. Showing a part of myself to this girl that I've not even known for a week, showing vulnerability period is unlike me, but somehow, I just know that she's different from anyone that has come before her.
"What do you mean?" She asks. After a moment, I give her my attention once more and find that she’s chewing on that bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to bite it myself.
"I—" I start, but stop, wanting to word this right so that she truly understands the effect that she has on me, and the way that I feel about her. "I don't want you to be someone who just warms my bed for a night, Raleigh. I really like you and I want to take things slow with you because I don't want to fuck things up. I've never taken things slow before, but I want this between you and me to be different from anyone that has come before."
"You do?" She asks, still biting that damn lip.
"Yeah, baby. I do." I tell her and then close the distance once more, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on the damaged flesh as I run my fingers through her hair. I don't turn it into a full kiss, which I can tell is what she wants. Instead, I release her lip and give her a quick peck on her luscious mouth.
"I want this to be different from anything before too." She agrees, wrapping her arms around my waist and burrowing her head into my chest.
The sound of her cell phone ruins the moment by breaking the silence, and she pulls back, digs her phone out of her back pocket, and glances at the screen before turning her attention back to me momentarily, "sorry, I have to take this," she says. We both climb out of her backseat and then she takes a few steps away, putting the phone to her ear.
"Hey," she says seconds before a female's voice sounds through the speaker.