All of You (28 page)

Before I knew it he had pushed my legs open
and laid between them, pinning me to the bed, his hard member
rubbing me through our pants.

He propped himself up on his elbows and
peered down at me. “Good morning, my beautiful Princess,” he said
as he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. “I feel like
I’ve been waiting forever for this,” he said when he pulled away
from my mouth.

I opened my eyes and blinked up at him. “For
what?” I asked, cocking my head.

“For this. Just to wake up in bed next to
you, knowing we don’t have anywhere to be. Nothing to take you away
from me. I can just enjoy being close to you.”

I smiled big, and my heart swelled. I was
overjoyed that it made him happy to have me all to himself for the
day. “Should I bring you breakfast in bed?” I asked, running my
fingers through his short hair, wanting to spoil him.

“Mm… I should make you breakfast. It’s my
house,” he said as he lowered his mouth and kissed me again.

He moved his mouth to my neck, trailing
kisses across my jaw. “Yeah, but I was kind of breaking and
entering, so it’s only fair I make you breakfast.”

He chuckled against my skin. “You didn’t
break anything.” He paused and pulled back to look at me with
concern. “Did you?”

I giggled. “No, I used the key you gave
me.”

He smiled. “Ah, see? I gave you the key, so I
make you breakfast.” He rolled his hips against mine, and judging
from how hard he was, I guessed neither one of us was going to be
making breakfast anytime soon.

His mouth got more persistent against my neck
and I ran my hands under his tank top, caressing the warm skin on
his back. “Yeah, but I make really good…” I started to say, but
trailed off when he moved a hand to my breast and circled his thumb
around my nipple, causing it to harden and little bolts of pleasure
to run through me. Any thoughts of breakfast went out of my head in
that instant.

“You make really good what, babe?” he asked
against the skin at my neck.

“Fuck. I have no idea,” I replied and rolled
my hips against his, wanting more movement.

He chuckled, and I could tell he was amused
with my inability to carry on a conversation until I moved my mouth
to his and he inhaled deeply and kissed me intensely.

I moaned with enjoyment as he flexed his hips
against mine, sending spikes of pleasure through me. He kissed me
passionately as he squeezed my breast, his fingertips stroking my
hardened nipple as he traced it through my shirt.

He suddenly broke our kiss and moved his
mouth over my jaw, across my neck, and down the front of my shirt.
He kissed my nipple before taking it in his mouth. Licking at the
fabric between his lips, he gently applied enough pressure to cause
an intense shock of pleasure to pierce all the way to my groin.

I groaned loudly and weaved my fingers
through his hair. “Oooh… do that again, Lincoln.” He complied, and
I felt it again deep inside. I wanted him. I needed him. I didn’t
care about anything at that moment, other than my carnal craving
for him. I moaned his name and pushed his head down.

He looked up from my breast and moved his
hands to my waistband. “Baby, do you want me to…”

I froze. Dammit! I NEEDED him to satisfy the
ache between my legs, but I was still afraid. Still just as afraid
as I’d been in the past. I still didn’t want him to see my
scars.

He sensed my hesitation. “It’s okay. I’ll
close my eyes. I won’t see anything. It’ll be just like last time.
Let me make you feel good.”

My worry was overtaken by desire and I
moaned, “Oh, yes. Please, Lincoln. I need you so bad.”

I could feel Lincoln lose control in that
moment, and he dropped his head to suckle at my breast again before
moving lower. A sliver of fear shot through me when Lincoln began
pulling my pajama bottoms down, but any and all feelings other than
pleasure were immediately tossed from my mind the second Lincoln
pushed my legs apart and put his mouth against my folds. I gasped
loudly as Lincoln slid his tongue along my clitoris, and I cried
out when he focused on my sensitive nub.

I thought his fingers felt good last time,
but this was a hundred times better. I cried out again as he sucked
and licked me repeatedly.

Lincoln used his lips and tongue to bring me
to the height of pleasure and when he slipped two fingers inside
me, it felt so good. Too good for me to contain. I threw my head
back, clutched my fists against the bed sheet, and screamed loudly
as my orgasm blasted through me, overtaking all feeling except for
the pleasure surging through my core. I never wanted this feeling
to end but I couldn’t hold on to it forever and it slowly faded,
leaving me feeling like all the bones in the lower half of my body
had been obliterated.

I felt Lincoln crawling back up my body, and
I opened my eyes and looked into his directly above me. “Hi,” he
said, his big smile betraying his nonchalant greeting.

I bit my lip and smiled back until I felt the
lower part of his body shift over mine. I realized he was
completely naked. He must have taken his pajamas off in my
post-orgasm haze. I felt him rub his erection over my slick folds
and, while part of me wanted to moan out in pleasure, a more
logical part of me panicked. I had never had sex, and despite how
much I loved Lincoln, I didn’t think I was ready for it.

My eyes flew open wide, and I tried to close
my legs but his body weight kept me splayed open underneath him. I
moved my hands to his chest and tried to push him off me, but he
was too strong.

“Jillian. Relax. Relax. I know you’re not
ready for that,” he said without moving away from me. “I just want
to be as close to you as possible.” He ran his nose along mine,
inhaling deeply.

I relaxed my hands against his chest and felt
foolish. “I’m sorry, baby,” I said quietly. “I do want you. I’ve
just never…I’m a…” I felt so pathetic admitting to him I was a
twenty-four-year-old who had never been with a man. “I’ve never had
sex.” I finally whispered.

“Say it again,” he demanded as his eyes
blazed.

Embarrassment turned my face red, and I
closed my eyes and whispered, “I’m a virgin, Lincoln.”

“No, I already assumed that much. Call me
your baby again. That's the first time you've said it.”

I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at
me. A slow smile spread on my face. “My man likes to be called
baby?”

He moved his erection against me and groaned.
“Your man definitely likes it.”

I gasped as his member rubbed against my
sensitive clit, and I felt desire for him stir within me again.

“Relax, baby. I just want you to feel good,”
he said as he rubbed against me again and lowered his mouth to
mine.

He kissed me deeply, thrusting his tongue
against mine as he continued to rub against me. He easily could
have taken me completely had he shifted down slightly and pushed
into me, but he never did. He simply rubbed his hard erection over
my wet folds, both of us enjoying the mild pleasure—not as
pleasurable as his mouth had been but it felt good nonetheless.

Lincoln was emitting small moans, but nothing
like the noises he made when I went down on him. It was time to
escalate this; I wanted him to feel good too.

As Lincoln kissed me passionately, I thumbed
over his nipples before moving my hands to his back, slowly
trailing my fingers down over his ribs before resting my hands on
the small of his back. He shuddered and broke our kiss, throwing
his head back and rocking against me. I moved my hands lower and
grabbed his butt, squeezing it and feeling the taunt muscles under
the surface. “Baby, you have the sexiest ass I have ever seen,” I
told him brazenly and dug my fingernails into his butt cheeks. Not
hard enough to break the skin, but enough that he thrust against my
folds again and groaned.

Lincoln exhaled sharply. “Oh God, Jillian.
That’s the hottest thing you have ever said.”

His mouth returned to mine in an instant, and
he kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue. I kissed him back and
moved my hand from his butt and snaked it between our bodies. I
grasped his erection, and he moved his hips off me slightly, giving
me room to stroke him. I squeezed him gently as he thrust into my
hand, and he let out a loud groan. He thrust again, and I knew this
simulated sex was doing it for him. He started thrusting
rhythmically into my hand and he whimpered with pleasure when he
kissed me again.

Now that I had him in my hand, he was no
longer rubbing against me, and I missed the sensation. Despite my
previous orgasm, I wanted more.

I tore my mouth away from his, and he moved
his kisses to my neck desperately sucking at my skin. “Touch me,
baby,” I whispered into his ear.

He immediately moved a hand to my breast and
tweaked my nipple before moving between my legs. He flicked a
finger against my clitoris, and I gasped. His other hand clutched
at the bed sheet and he groaned as he thrust into my hand. He
fingered my clitoris, and I climbed quickly to the brink of orgasm.
He pushed hard at my sensitive nub, and I exploded, crying out
loudly with pleasure.

I squeezed him tighter as I orgasmed and he
thrust hard into my hand several more times before letting out his
own guttural groan. I opened my eyes in time to see his eyes
tightly squeezed closed and his jaw slack as he grunted deeply with
pleasure before spilling into my hand and onto my pelvis.

He stayed frozen above me for a second,
drawing out the most from his orgasm before collapsing onto me.

We were both breathing heavily, and I was in
disbelief. I never thought I could have this with a man. Obviously
he hadn’t seen my scars yet, and we hadn’t actually had sex, but I
never thought I would meet a man who would be patient enough to
understand my fears. Yet Lincoln seemed to know my exact worries
and, more importantly, he knew how to make me feel better when I
had moments of doubt. I wrapped my arms around his upper body,
hooked my heels around his calves, and I squeezed, holding him
against me.

“You are such an incredible man, Lincoln,” I
whispered into his ear. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him
I loved him, but once again I chickened out. I told myself pillow
talk was not the best place to reveal those kinds of feelings.

“You’re incredible, Princess,” he said and
pulled back to hover over me. Gazing down at me, he pushed my hair
back from my face. “You are absolutely amazing and I can’t wait to
feel you around me when we do make love for the first time. But you
have to tell me when you are ready, because I don’t want to push
you. I want you to be perfectly comfortable with being naked around
me, because I cannot wait for that moment. I cannot wait to have
all of you.”

My face softened as he said those beautiful
words to me. I caressed his face with my hand. “Keep saying things
like that, and it might be sooner rather than later,” I teased, and
Lincoln chuckled

“It’s just the truth, baby,” he said and
kissed me quick on the lips.

We lay like that for a while before Lincoln
shifted his weight off me and rolled over to get out of bed. He
handed me a tissue from the nightstand to clean myself up, and I
quickly did so and then pulled the bed sheet up to cover the scars
that weren’t hidden by my pajama shirt. I had no idea what Lincoln
did with my pajama pants.

I sat up and watched him walk naked toward
the bathroom before he stopped to pick his pajamas up from the
floor. My mouth hung open slightly at the sight of his bare ass as
he bent over. He straightened, clothes in hand, and looked back at
me.

Seeing me staring at his ass, he turned and
winked at me with a smile. Now I was staring at his flaccid member.
My breath caught, and I averted my eyes. He took a step toward me
and grasped his penis in his hand.

“Like what you see?” he asked in a deep,
throaty voice. I looked back and watched him stroke himself and
grow hard. I clutched the bed sheet around me nervously and looked
up at him and found him watching me.

“Does this turn you on?”

I realized my jaw was hanging open. I snapped
it shut, swallowed hard, and nodded. I was turned on. This man had
just given me two incredible orgasms, yet seeing him standing in
front of me, his muscles taut, turned me on big time. I pushed my
legs together and tried to fight against the desire to have him
inside me.

“The way you feel now is how I always feel
around you, Jillian. You are so sexy and beautiful. I simply have
to look at you, and I want you,” he said and continued moving his
hand up and down on himself, gradually getting faster. “So
beautiful.” His eyes drooped, half-closed. He was breathing heavy
now. “This is what you do to me. Just you, in my bed…” He groaned
and dropped his head back but kept his eyes on me. “Your hair.” He
stroked himself. “Your body.” He groaned. “But most of all, your
smile. Your beautiful smile. I want to make you smile all the time.
It’s the most beautiful thing in my world.”

“Close your eyes,” I told him, not being able
to contain myself any longer. He complied and I scrambled out of
bed and dropped to my knees in front of him. I pushed his hand
away, grasped him, and took him in my mouth. He groaned loudly and
threaded his fingers into my hair as I sucked him as deep as I
could.

I reached around and grabbed his ass with
both hands, running my fingernails gently from the top of the swell
of his cheeks slowly down to the top of his thighs. He cried out
with pleasure and thrust into my mouth, once, twice, and a third
time before releasing into the back of my throat.

I swallowed rapidly as he pulled out of my
mouth and collapsed on to his knees in front of me. He sat back on
his heels with his eyes closed for a long moment, catching his
breath before reaching out to find me. He leaned forward to kiss me
hard on the mouth.