Page 34 of House of Blood and Roses: Vol. 2
The moment he stops, disappointment flows through me.
Linc chuckles. "Just wait."
I nod, while he shifts so he can pull down my undergarments, leaving me completely bare before him. There's a very brief moment of nervousness, especially as I've never been in this position before, but as soon as he touches me again, I forget all that. It isn't just about the pleasure coursing through me. It's also that Linc makes me feel like I'm safe, even in situations that are new to me.
His breath tickles against the inside of my thigh, and even though I've not done this before, I know exactly what he has in mind. It turns out that book might have been a good thing for us.
He kisses and teases his way further towards my centre, and I can feel the desire pooling within me even before he's touched me properly. It's unlike anything I've experienced before. Not by my own hand, and not by his either.
As soon as he reaches my core, all thoughts vanish and all that's left is an intense pleasure unlike any I've known. He's tentative at first, teasing me even though I don't think it's purposeful.
I thread the fingers of one hand through his hair, not trying to control anything he's doing, but just feel the need to touch him, while my other hand grasps at the sheet. I think I'm making noises, but I'm not really aware of anything around me.
The pleasure builds and builds until it's impossible to ignore it any longer and it explodes through me. My whole body begins to shake and I clamp my legs around Linc's head without meaning to. I don't have enough control over anything for it to be purposeful.
The release passes and I collapse back onto the bed, my breathing laboured.
"I've been thinking about that since we saw the picture," Linc says as he moves up to join me.
"Mmm, I can't say I'm complaining." I roll over so I can put a hand on his chest. "I liked it."
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. "I could tell."
"So, if that's safe for us to do, is the same true the other way around?" I ask, moving my hand down his stomach. He's still wearing his breeches, but I don't think it'll take us long to get rid of them. Even through the fabric, I can feel how hard he is. I fumble with one of the buttons, managing to get it free. I turn my attention to the next one, determined to succeed in my plan.
He groans and helps me get rid of the rest of his clothing. "Yes."
"Tell me more?" I bite my lip as I feel his length properly for the first time. I stroke back and forth, surprised to feel him harden further beneath my touch.
"I'm not sure there's much to tell." His voice cracks as he says the words, and I realise he's as affected by what I'm doing as I was by his actions.
"This is all right?" I ask.
He clears his throat. "More than all right. Hands. Mouths..."
"Ah." I lean in and press a kiss against his lips, not stopping stroking him. I have every intention of following the same path he did, curious about what other responses he's going to have to me touching him.
His pulse is racing and the urge to bite him is stronger than I expect it to be.
"Bea," he murmurs.
"Hmm?"
His eyes glaze over and it's only a moment before I realise why. He groans as his own release takes hold of him, coming more suddenly than I expect it to. Something warm touches my hand, and I'm frozen for a moment, wondering if something has gone wrong, but Linc doesn't seem particularly worried about it.
He's breathing heavily, but manages to sit up. "Let me get a cloth," he says.
I nod, not really knowing what to do with myself. He gets up and heads over to a wash basin, quickly dipping something into it and bringing it back over to the bed. He carefully cleans off my hand, then gets rid of it.
He pulls back the covers of the bed. "Do you want anything?"
"No, I have everything I need," I assure him, climbing beneath the blanket and trying not to think too much about how comfortable it is to be in his bed.
Especially when he gets in next to me and holds out his arm for me to come closer.
I shuffle in, resting my head on his shoulder, tracing patterns over his chest. "So, erm, was that supposed to happen when you..."
"Yes," he responds. "Though I hoped it would take a little longer."
