Page 71 of Crash
“Fuck, I want you so much,Vee,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.
“Please.” I gasped, fisting my hands into his hair. I ached for more, for everything…
Abruptly, he pulled away, his fingers leaving me, and I moaned in complaint. Bending over, he fished around in his clothes and brought out a little square packet. Watching him with interest, he tore it open and rolled on a condom until he was sheathed. Then he returned to his position between my legs, and reality began to settle in. My heartbeat quickened until it was thumping furiously in my chest, blood whooshing around in my ears.This was really going to happen.
“We can go into the bedroom,” he murmured, rubbing has hands over my breasts.
“I can see here,” I whispered, glancing down. The counter was cold underneath my ass, but I was too aroused to care.
“Shit,” he hissed. “You sure you don’t know what you’re doing because that’s hot. Watching like that.”
I swallowed hard. “No clue but it seems less scary this way.”
“Your wish is my command. Ready?”
I nodded. “I need you, Lincoln.Please.”
With a tense sigh, he pressed the head of his cock against my opening, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my breathing accelerating. Heaviness began to weigh on my heart, and the feeling that I couldn’t escape bubbled up to the surface.
“Vee,” Lincoln urged. “Look at me.” My eyes snapped open and locked onto his. “Okay?”
I nodded, my hands clamping down on his shoulders. “Keep going.”
His hands tightened on my hips, and he pushed in further, the pressure unfamiliar but oh so good. He pulled me onto his cock until his pelvis met mine, and I was full. He held firm, allowing me to get used to the feeling of him inside me. His whole body shook against mine with restrained energy, but we were together at last. Moving my hands from his shoulders, I cupped his face, pulling his lips to mine. I kissed him desperately, locking my legs around his waist.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine.
“Is that good?” I asked, my nipples taut against his chest.
“It’s very fucking good.” His hips moved, and I felt his cock swell. “I’m going to pull back.” My eyes widened, and I nodded, clutching onto him for dear life. “It’s going to feel good, Vee. So fuckinggood.I promise.”
He eased back and held before sliding in again. My body pressed against his once more, and it felt good. I could do this. I could do it with him.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Watch me, Violet. Let me make you feel good.”
I moved against his body, thrusting my breasts against his chest. Physically, I knew what to do, but my mind was holding me back. I wanted him to make me come and erase all the negativity that was threatening to take me away… I wanted it so badly.
I didn’t know if I should call it fucking or making love, but as we moved together, I was enraptured with the sensation pulsing through my body. It was a million times better than when he’d brought me to climax with his mouth.All sparks and hot flashes of pleasure.He grunted as he thrust, his fingers tightening on my waist, his eyes fixed on mine.
“Say my name,” he urged as he began to move faster. He was asking me to focus on him, to let him guide me through this.
“Lincoln.” I would’ve screamed his name if he asked.
He filled me once more, increasing his pace as he drew his cock out and thrust again. I pressed my forehead against his as sweat began to bead across my body and pleasure rose. It was the same feeling as when he’d touched me before, the slow unbearable build. It was a promise of what was coming next, but this time, we would experience it together.
“Let go,” he grunted, his skin reddening as he drove into me. “Feel it, Vee.Let me give this to you.”
“Lincoln.”
I moved against him, riding his cock hard, and he moved faster and faster, our skin coming together until I couldn’t bear it anymore. Sensation exploded through my clit, heightening as he kept thrusting. It crashed into me, taking my breath away, and all I could see were stars.Stars and Lincoln.
He grunted and buried his cock deep inside me. I felt him pulse as he came, his skin hot to the touch. He paused, and right then, we had a perfect moment where we were together, just him and me, and nothing else mattered.
His hands wandered,running up and downmy back, thenaroundmy waist beforecuppingmybreasts androlling my nipples between his fingers. Before long, he took my mouth with his, our tongues exploring softly.
“Vee,” he murmured.
“Lincoln,” I replied with a sigh.
