Page 110 of Practice Makes Perfect
As if on cue, I gasp as he thrusts particularly deep, my body tensing with pleasure. Every nerve ending is hypersensitive, and I’m amazed to find myself approaching another peak so soon after the first.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his pace increasing ever so slightly.
His words, combined with the delicious friction of him moving inside me, push me over the edge. This orgasm is different from the first—less explosive but somehow deeper, radiating through my entire body, and I shudder around him.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, I feel boneless, utterly spent, and more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life. Linc slows almost to a stop, giving me time to float back down to earth.
“Take me how you want now,” I tell him when I can speak again, feeling generous and eager to give him the same pleasure he’s given me.
He withdraws—I whimper at the sudden emptiness—and gently turns me over onto my back. When I’m settled, hepositions himself between my legs and leans down to kiss me deeply, tenderly.
“I want to see your face,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want to watch you while I’m inside you.”
My heart swells at his words, and I reach up to cup his face and kiss him. As our tongues meet, he pushes forward, sliding back inside me in one smooth motion.
We both gasp at the sensation, our eyes locked together.
Linc begins to move, establishing a rhythm that’s both gentle and insistent. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans in appreciation. His eyes never leave mine, even as his pleasure builds.
“You feel so good,” I tell him, running my hands over his shoulders.
“So do you,” he replies, his voice strained. “Better than I even imagined.”
The admission makes my heart race faster, and I pull him down for another kiss, deep and passionate. Our bodies move together in perfect synchrony, as if we’ve been doing this forever instead of just minutes.
His pace quickens, his breathing becoming more ragged, and I know he’s getting close. I tighten around him, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he’s given me.
With a groan that comes from deep in his chest, he stiffens above me, his eyes squeezing shut and then flickering open as he finds his release. The sight of him coming undone is beautiful—his face flushed, lips parted, muscles taut.
I hold him tightly as he pulses inside me, riding out the waves of his orgasm. And when he finally collapses against me, I wrap my arms around him, cradling his head against my chest.
We’re both slick with sweat, breathing hard, hearts racing in tandem. For several long moments, we don’t speak, don’t move, simply exist together in the afterglow.
Eventually, he lifts his head to look at me. “You okay?”
I smile. “I’m spectacular. Phenomenal. Earth-shatteringlyfantastic.”
He laughs, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Haven’t lost my touch.”
“As if that was ever a concern,” I scoff. “You’ve got that reputation to uphold.”
His expression sobers slightly. “The campus man-whore is retired.”
I’m touched by that. “I couldn’t have asked for a better first time,” I say.
Our eyes meet and hold, and I feel something shift between us—something deeper, more meaningful than just physical pleasure. I thought I might feel different after finally having sex, but the truth is, I still feel like me—just happier, more whole, more connected to this man who’s become so important to me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and the words feel inadequate for everything I want to express.
But Linc seems to understand anyway. He smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “No, Em. Thank you for trusting me with this. With you.”
As we lie there, tangled together in his sheets, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude that I found the courage to take this leap. Sex was always this intimidating, mysterious thing in my mind. But with Linc, it became something beautiful, something joyful—a connection rather than a conquest.
And as his breathing evens out against my skin, his arms wrapped securely around me, I realize something important: this wasn’t just a lesson. It wasn’t just sex. It was the beginning of something real, something I want to keep exploring with him for as long as he’ll let me.
twenty-seven
LINC
