Page 70 of Crash
He peeled off his T-shirt and let it fall to the floor before standing at my side. Leaning down, he grazed his lips along my shoulder, sending bolts of electricity right between my legs. I edged closer, and his arms enveloped me.
We were going to shower together…naked. He’d seen all of me and then some, but I had yet to see every inch of him. It was a small part, but it was the biggest one of all. Removing that last barrierbetween me and the thing that scared methe most was sending me into overdrive.A piece of cotton.That was it.
“Lincoln?” I asked, watching him in the mirror.
“Hmm…” he murmured, moving his mouth along my neck.
“I—” All the words I thought I was going to say in that moment, disappeared.
Twisting in his arms, I pressed against his chest, my arms snaking around his neck. Our lips met, and we kissed. The feel of his mouth against mine was a lot more tolerable than it had been the first time we were in this position. His tongue was against mine, his lips hard and hungry, and I answered him in kind.
Without letting my head overtake my heart, I let him go and pulled my T-shirt over my head. It fell to the floor as Lincoln’s gaze fell onto my exposed breasts.
“Vee.” He gasped, before pulling my body against his and kissing me again.
“What?” I buried my fingers into his hair and tugged.
“We’ve gotta stop…”
I could feel my arousal dampening my knickers, and a dangerous thought entered my mind.I wanted to try. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man make love to me with kindness and passion. I wanted Lincoln to be the first. I dreamed about his hands, I fantasized about his touch… He’d taken me with his mouth and his hand, but I wanted him to take me the rest of the way.
Shaking my head, I whispered, “Don’t.” His face twisted into confusion, and I held onto him tighter. “Please, Lincoln,” I begged. “Please.”
Resting his forehead against mine, he closed his eyes tightly, allowing his hands to run over my breasts. They traveled ever downward, across my stomach and over my waist until his fingers curled into the hem of my shorts.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his gaze meeting mine.
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, he pushedbothmy shorts and underweardown to the floor andthen shoved his own over his hips. My gaze dropped, and there he was, every hard inch of him. For the first time, we both stood naked before one another.
Reaching out, my fingers traced the lines of his hips and across the defined V that led down to his cock. Hesitating as I felt the base of his erection, I dropped my hand away. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the top of my head.
“When you’re ready,” he murmured.
I tried again, lifting my hand and wrapping it around him. I’d never touched a man here before, and uncertainty began to overwhelm my actions.
“Here,” he said, taking my hand. He curled my fingers around his shaft and guided my palm up, then down. “Like this.”
I stood against him and allowed him to guide me, learning what he liked.
“Vee,” he murmured, his breathing beginning to pick up.
He flexed his hips, pushing into my hand gently, and I took it that it meant he was enjoying this. Confidence began to spark anew, and finally, it was my turn to pleasure him.
Just as my hand began to move faster, he curled his fingers around my wrist and pulled me away. I mewled in protest, but he just shook his head.
“Another time, Vee. This is about you.”
“I want to give you want you gave me,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied, pushing my hair behind my ears. “But believe me, this will be just as good for me.”
Lifting me up onto the edge of the vanity, he coaxed my legs open and moved between them. Easing a thick finger into me, he swirled his palm over my clit.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nodded, trusting him to take it slow, and he did, massaging me with his hand until I was rolling against him, chasing the orgasm that was already building way too fast.
