Page 58 of Chronicles of a Rockin' Mess

He presses me down with his weight and repeats the process with my other nipple. He pulls back with a “pop” and looks up at me as he mindlessly caresses a breast with one hand.

“You have perfect tits. You know that?” he says as he looks down at them, massaging them in his hands. I squirm against him. “Not too big, not too small, perfect.” I feel the color creep back up my face.

“No,” he says, a tinge of anger in his voice. “Don’t even think of doing that.”

“Of what?” I ask, my mouth falling open.

“You were always beautiful, Lark, always. I’ve always been attracted to you, so don’t think it’s just now because it is not,” he states, his voice raspy.

I look into his eyes, and I know he isn’t lying. I want to melt. He liked me, the old me. I didn’t even like her, but he saw past my bullshit, the walls I built. Maybe, we aren’t so different after all.

He looks back down at my chest and kisses it, right between my breasts. Then he licks and sucks his way down to my belly button. He runs his tongue around it. It tickles and also makes me squirm again.

And then he’s there. He stares at me. “I didn’t think you’d wax here,” he admits, as one of his fingers traces around my folds.

I blush. “I normally don’t, but…Celia talked me into it before we left…so…” I trail off, bringing up her name is like dousing water on the fire that’s been building between us.

Just as I’m about to think more about that, he parts my folds with his hand and licks me from my entrance to my clit, and I abruptly stop thinking.

“I knew you’d taste good, little birdie,” he coos as his wicked tongue swipes up and down over my sex and then dips inside me, flicking my walls. I push up against him. “So greedy,” he murmurs.

I find myself pleading for more, and I can feel his grin against my sensitive flesh. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs as he takes my bud in his mouth and sucks on it just as hard as he did with my nipples. I tremble under him. It’s so intense, unlike anything I’ve felt before. As he continues to suck and flick his tongue against me, his finger slowly slides inside me. I can feel my walls clinging to his digit as he moves it in and out of my entrance.

“Jesus, you are so fucking tight,” he groans. I want to say something sarcastic about being a virgin and all, but if he went to my room and opened my nightstand drawer that contains my B.O.B. collection, he would laugh at that statement. So, I keep my mouth shut, and squeeze my eyes shut too, focusing on feeling him.

I realize I’m panting as I feel him work a second finger into me. “Lincoln!” I cry out as my hands fly to his hair and grip it.

He stops sucking on my clit. “Is that a good ‘Lincoln’ or did I hurt you, little baby bird?” he asks me.

“Don’t stop,” I groan as I squirm against the two digits he has lodged into my entrance, seeking any sort of friction to alleviate the burning desire running through my veins.

He chuckles and lets out a breath against my engorged clit. I whimper and push his head back against me.

“Please don’t stop,” I repeat.

“Oh, baby, I’m not stopping all night,” he says before sucking on me again. His fingers begin to move, and I think I’m going to implode or explode, I’m not totally sure, and I sure as hell can’t think worth shit right now because all my blood is in my nether regions.

I feel myself climbing higher, my orgasm so close that I can almost taste it. And then his finger finds my spot, the one deep inside me, and I’m gone. I cry out incoherent words as my body convulses beneath his. I feel his tongue lapping at me. Everything is so intense that it’s like my world just went from black and white to technicolor in two seconds flat.

When I finally re-emerge from my semi-vegetative state, Lincoln’s face is over mine. His lips and chin are wet from me, and I can smell my arousal on him.

“Do I need a condom?” he asks me. “You know…” He trails off because I know every damned thing about this man, including that his full annual physical two weeks ago came back with perfect results. And he hasn’t had a date since then.

I shake my head. “I’m on the pill,” I state.

I feel his hard length at my entrance. He slides it up and down until I feel his cock is on some sort of slip-n-slide ride, but I just want it inside me. When I’m about to tell him that, he leans in and kisses me as his erection plunges inside me.

I cry out into his mouth. My B.O.B.s apparently are not the size of him. It burns for a moment, and then I feel him. I clench my muscles around him.

“Please tell me you’re OK,” he says softly against my lips.

I grin. “I’m OK.”

“Thank god, because if I don’t move, I’m gonna blow my load right now. Your pussy is fucking magical,” he says with a groan as he moves his cock.

I’m momentarily disoriented as he thrusts in and out of me, taking me to another place, another time, another universe. I’m mildly aware that he’s kissing my jaw, my neck, and my lips, but I’m so consumed with the friction between our most intimate parts that I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

I grip his upper arms, trying to grasp something, anything that will keep me grounded.

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