Chapter Thirty-Six
Lincoln
“N-no…Lincoln, I can’t,” she pleads. I can feel her heart racing, her fear evident. But I would never do anything to hurt her. At least, not intentionally.
“Please,” I murmur gently, looking her in the eyes, as I say, “I need to erase the memory of everything he did to you from your memory, erase his touch from your body.”
I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her gently.
“Did he kiss you?” I ask, barely pulling back so that my lips end up moving against hers.
She doesn’t answer but instead nods in response.
I claim her mouth in a more urgent kiss, slipping my tongue between her full lips.
“What about here?” I ask, breaking the kiss to trail my lips along her jaw to her ear. She whimpers but again nods.
I nip along the line of her jaw until I reach her ear, pulling the lobe gently between my teeth, I graze my teeth over it before trailing my tongue along the shell of her ear. I begin making my way down the column of her throat, nipping, licking and sucking, erasing the mark he left on her and covering it with my own, until I reach the swell of her breasts. Her hands clench against my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, even through the fabric of my shirt. Her chest is heaving, and I can feel her heart beating fast. Trying to gauge what she’s feeling, whether her reactions are out of pain or pleasure, I glance up to her face, only to find her eyes pinched tightly closed.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask. I knew that it would be hard for her to have me touching her as he had touched her, but I want, no need, to replace the bad memories with good ones.
When she opens her eyes, they’re red and filled with tears and my gut clenches, knowing that she’s hurting because of me.
Climbing over her, I place a chaste kiss against her forehead and then against each eyelid. When tears begin falling, I chase after each one, kissing away the evidence of her pain. Climbing in behind her, I pull her into my arms, and murmur, “I’m so fucking sorry,” into her hair.
She shifts until we’re chest to chest and I assume she’s just trying to get comfortable. So, I’m surprised when I feel her palm cup my cheek and when I open my eyes, I find her green ones looking back at me with strength and determination.
She lowers her mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. When her fingers begin to trail down my stomach, making a beeline for the button on my jeans, I break the kiss and grab ahold of her wrist to stop her. I don’t want her to push herself just because I’m being a caveman who doesn’t like the idea of having another man touching my woman.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, hoping she hears the conviction in my voice.
“No, it’s not. I need this, Lincoln,” she says, sitting up and pulling her shirt over her head. “He stole something from me last night and this is me taking it back.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I tell her as I reach out and attempt to stop her as she reaches behind her back to undo her bra. When it falls to her lap between us, my eyes involuntarily drop to her gorgeous breasts, taking in the pink rose tips that are pulled into tight buds.
She reaches out and grasps ahold of my hand, placing it on her right breast. “He touched me here,” she says, her voice low and with a slight tremble to it. “And he put his mouth on the other one.”
When I keep my hand on her breast, but don’t do anything more, her face falls, her eyes pleading with me as she says, “Please…”
I move my hand from her breast, up her chest, then neck until it’s buried in her hair as I change our positions and she’s laying beneath me, my mouth back on hers as my free hand trails down her arm until I find her hand and entwine our fingers together, letting her know that she’s not in this alone.
I retrace my steps until I’m at her breasts and pulling a budded nipple into my mouth. Her gasp and the thrust of her hips tell me that she’s in this with me as well. Releasing her hand, bring my hand up to cup her other breast, toying with her nipple before switching sides and giving her other breast the same attention.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, I look her in the eyes as I husk, “Did he touch you?”
“Y-yes,” she manages to say, never once removing her stare from mine.
“Where?” I ask, and then trail one of my hands down her stomach and then slip my hand beneath the band of her shorts. “Did he touch you here?” I ask as I reach her pussy, finding her already drenched for me. Coating my fingers in her juices, I swirl them over her clit before dipping them back down and thrusting two of them inside of her.
“Yes,” she moans loudly. Leaning forward, I cover her mouth with my own, stifling the sounds coming from her mouth as I continue thrusting my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
“Did he taste you?” I ask, my voice deep and laced with barely concealed anger as I think about that fucker knowing not only how she feels from within but how she tastes.
“I’m sorry,” Raleigh murmurs, her face contorting with shame.
I rip her shorts and panties down her legs until she’s splayed out in front of me completely naked.
“Fuck. You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as I lower myself between her thighs and lick the seam of her pussy. She cries out, lifting her hips, wanting more.
“Such a greedy pussy,” I murmur with a smirk before diving back in, lapping at her juices and then pulling her clit into my mouth and sucking hard.
“Oh, God! Lincoln,” she cries as I slip a finger back inside of her, thrusting it in and out in time with the flick of my tongue.
“Come for me, Baby girl,” I demand as I add a second finger and curl them so that I’m hitting her in the spot that I know from experience sends her soaring.
It doesn’t take but a few more swipes of my tongue over her clit before she cries out, “Fuck, I’m coming,” as her pussy clenches around my fingers and she comes all over my fingers and face. I continue working her through her orgasm, pulling out every last bit of it and when I’m sure she’s finished, I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking her juices off my hand before crawling back up her body and lowering my mouth to hers once more.
She lowers her hand to my rigid cock and manages to get a few pumps in before I can convince myself to make her stop.
Reaching down, I grasp ahold of her hand, stopping her movements as I say, “No. This was about you and helping you to forget.”
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