All of You (32 page)

Chapter Twenty

Lincoln was pacing on the far side of the bed
with his hands on his hips, head down, lost in thought. He had put
on long flannel pants, and when I walked into the room, he stopped
pacing and looked at me.

Desire immediately flashed through his eyes
at the sight of me standing in his bedroom covered only in a towel.
“God, you’re beautiful. I can’t get over it,” he said as he walked
over to me and cupped my face. “I want you so bad, baby. But this
doesn’t have to be tonight.”

The ache between my legs flared back,
stronger than before. “I need you, Lincoln. I need you so bad. Make
love to me,” I pleaded.

Lincoln smiled. “Your wish is my command,
Princess.”

He grabbed one of my hands as I held the
towel up with the other and led me over to the side of the bed. I
closed my eyes and took another calming breath. Lincoln ran his
hand over my head and bent down to kiss me. I clutched at the towel
at my chest trying to think of the best way to do this. My thoughts
were going a mile a minute as we kissed. Would it be better to just
drop the towel and let him see everything at once? Or should I
slowly lower it, letting him take it in little by little? Or maybe
I should let him decide, but he had said he wouldn’t push me and
probably feared causing me to panic.

“You are thinking way too hard about this,
Princess,” Lincoln said as he pulled away from me. “Maybe this
would help.” He looped his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama
pants and pushed them down, kicking them off and sending them
flying across the floor. My mouth gapped open slightly and I sucked
in a breath. He was still semi hard, waiting for me. I took a step
toward him and ran my fingertips over his tight abdominal muscles.
Again, the need to have him inside me flared through me.

“You are so sexy,” I told him as I ran my
hand to the top of his thigh and then around to his butt, squeezing
it. I stepped up and pushed my chest against his, wedging the towel
between us. I moved my other hand to his hip and looked up at him.
The force of our two bodies against each other was now the only
thing holding the towel up.

“You are so beautiful. I can’t tell you
enough,” he whispered and leaned down to kiss me. Our mouths moved
against each other, and when he pushed his tongue into my mouth I
whimpered and raised my arms, tangling my fingers in the hair at
the back of his head.

I felt the towel slip and pool at my feet. We
were now both naked, and Lincoln groaned loudly as he wrapped his
arms around me and pushed me back on the bed. I felt him hard
against my hip as he lay against me kissing me intensely. I felt my
courage evaporate and I froze underneath him.

“Jillian?” His voice was thick with
concern.

He hadn’t looked down yet and I was afraid
for that moment. I took a few deep breaths with my eyes closed.
“I’m scared, Lincoln. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Oh, God. Jillian. You’ll never lose me,” he
said.

I felt him move off me and off the bed.
Knowing he was looking down at me, seeing my scars for the first
time, I kept my eyes closed and instinctually moved my hands to
cover myself.

“Jillian. Look at me.”

I held my breath and opened my eyes. He was
standing at the edge of the bed peering down at me with lust and
love in his eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I coughed out a
strangled laugh. I truly never thought I would hear those words
again once he saw my scars, and it was hard for me to believe him.
Lincoln reached down and grasped my calf, pulling me to the edge of
the bed. My knees bent, and my feet dangled off the bed. Lincoln
moved between my legs and bent over me.

“I love you,” he told me as he looked down
into my eyes. “I will love you forever,” he proclaimed and kissed
me lightly on the lips before beginning to trail kisses down to my
neck. He suckled the soft skin under my ear, and I whimpered at how
good it felt.

He moved lower, kissing my skin as he
explored my body. He kissed my collarbone, the swell of my breasts,
the valley between my mounds, and when he reached the top of my
scars he slowed, kissing the jagged lines and the stretched, warped
skin. He ran his hand over the physical reminder of my pain. “So
beautiful,” he said against my skin. He kissed my deformed belly
button and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the
bed. Sliding his hands down my thighs, he pushed my legs apart and
knelt on the floor next to the bed between my legs.

I sat up, propping myself up with my elbows.
I knew what he was going to do but it was still a shock as I
watched him bury his face between my legs. I tipped my head back
with a cry of pleasure and thrust my chest out. I bent my knees and
moved my legs father apart, giving Lincoln better access to my
core. He licked and sucked at me as he wrapped his arms under my
thighs and rested his hands on my hips, keeping me still. I
clutched at the bed sheet, and cried out as waves of pleasure shot
through me. His tongue searched every fold, and when he pushed
against the heart of my pleasure, I cried out.

“Yes! Lincoln! Oh, God. Right there!” I was
so close to the edge. Lincoln hummed against my folds, and I lost
it. Arching my back, I exploded against Lincoln’s mouth.

“Ahh!!” I cried as pleasure saturated through
my whole body. Falling back on the bed, I committed this feeling to
memory. I didn’t ever want to forget how good Lincoln had just made
me feel.

When I opened my eyes, Lincoln was standing
next to the bed watching me. He was fully erect and was holding a
condom in his hand, but what captured my attention the most was the
look in his eyes. He was staring at me as if he could never get
enough.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.
You are so sexy, baby,” he told me as he crawled into bed and
hovered over me. I shifted under him, up the bed, and Lincoln
followed until we were lying properly on the bed and I had my head
on his pillow. Lincoln’s face was directly above mine, and I
reached up with my hands and caressed his face. He looked down at
me with love and desire.

“I love you, Lincoln,” I told him.

“Are you sure you want to do this,
Princess?”

“Are you?” I asked him, doubting myself.

“Oh, baby. I’ve never wanted anything more,”
he said and kissed me hard on the mouth. I kissed him back with
matched intensity and ran my hands over his muscular back, enjoying
being able to touch and feel his naked body. I marveled at the idea
that he could be enjoying my body as much as I enjoyed his. But
there was no doubt he was enjoying this.

He broke our kiss as he moved his mouth to my
neck. He suckled at my soft skin there and he groped at one of my
breasts. He was sending shivers of pleasure through me again, only
this time I wanted more. Despite my two previous bone-shatteringly
good orgasms, I ached to have him inside me. “Baby, I need you,” I
whispered into his ear causing Lincoln to go wild. He sucked harder
on my neck and ran his hand from my breast down to my hip and back
up, squeezing as he went.

“Oh, God. I need you too, Jillian. I can’t
wait,” he said, almost apologetically. He rolled off me on to his
back and opened the condom, sliding it onto himself quickly.

“Come here,” he said sitting up slightly and
grabbing my knee to help guide me on top of him. I climbed on to
him, straddling his hips and laid against him, my breasts
flattening out against his chest. I could feel him hard against my
inner thigh, waiting for me. His hands pushed against my ribs,
forcing me to sit up on him.

“Sit up, baby. I want to see you. All of you.
I want to see all of you when I’m in you for the first time.” He
gently rubbed the scars on my waist, and I bit my lip and nodded.
Lincoln moved a hand to my hip and guided me back so I was hovering
over his stiff shaft. He clasped his member in his other hand and
slowly lowered me over it.

I gasped with wide eyes as I felt the head of
his shaft enter me. I immediately stiffened and shut my eyes.
“Jillian, look at me.” I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I
could see anxiety clouding his desire. “Relax, baby,” he told me.
“I need you to relax.”

I nodded and attempted relax my inner
muscles. I slid slightly lower on him, and he groaned. My eyes
flashed to his. This should feel good. I wanted this to feel good.
And with that thought, I opened completely to him and lowered down
farther on him.

“Ah!” I cried as pain and pleasure mixed
within me as he broke through my virginity. It burned and he felt
foreign inside me, but at the same time, it was amazing.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked with concern.
He had moved his hand to my hip and was now holding me there,
waiting for me to be ready to move.

“Just give me a second,” I said in a breathy
voice. I could feel my muscles adjusting to his hard member inside
me, and I sank lower on him, taking him all the way in. I threw my
head back, letting my long hair cascade down my spine. I arched my
back and let my breasts jut out as I rocked my hips. Closing my
eyes, I let the sensation wash over me.

“Uhh… I was wrong,” Lincoln said and my eyes
snapped to his. “THIS is the hottest thing I have ever seen and
it’s all mine.”

I had never felt anything like this before.
For the first time in a long time, I felt complete. Desirable.
Sexy, even. All because of this man I was currently impaled on.
Fuck. I was going to make him feel good. But before I could move on
him he trailed a hand from my hip to my apex where we were joined
together. He slid two fingers against my sensitive folds, and I
cried out and thrust my hips against him involuntarily, causing him
to groan in return.

“Oh God, Lincoln. That feels so good,” I
moaned.

“Move, baby.” He urged me up with his hand on
my hip. I flexed my thighs, rose up, and came back down.

I cried out with sensation and I heard
Lincoln groan loudly. I threw my head back and clenched at his
strong forearms. “Holy shit. Ahh! Baby, that feels amazing,” I
said, almost incapable of forming words as I continued to ride
him.

“Jillian!” Lincoln moaned as I rose up and
came down on him again. He was still stroking my folds, and I was
quickly becoming overwhelmed with feeling. I rose up and impaled
myself on him again and again, riding him and thrusting against his
hips, crying out. I could feel my muscles begin to contract around
him as I neared my orgasm. Tingles of pleasure started to form
inside me as he thrust into me, matching my rhythm. I cried out as
I came apart on top of him. He drove into me a final time, pleasure
completely overtaking both of us. I heard Lincoln grunt and groan
as he found his release as well and we both shuddered and stilled.
He flexed into me instinctually a few more times as his pleasure
waned.

Breathing hard, I collapsed on to his chest.
He wound his arms around me and held me against him, still buried
inside me. I loved it.

We lay like that for a long while. Lincoln
would occasionally kiss the top of my head and squeeze his arms
around me but I had no words for him. I don’t know if the right
words existed to describe what we had just experienced.

I finally shifted forward, flinching as he
pulled out of me, and lay next to him, still overcome with what had
just happened.

“I’ll be right back,” he said quietly,
kissing me on the top of my head before getting out of bed and
walking to the bathroom. I admired his bare ass as he walked away
from me, and I smiled to myself. I chuckled as a surprising
overwhelming urge to pinch his butt cheeks came over me. I shook my
head at myself and reached for the blankets and comforter that had
been pushed to the end of the bed. I lay back and tucked the covers
under my arms feeling completely satisfied and happy.

Lincoln exited the bathroom. He had disposed
of the condom and walked back to the bed completely naked. He
pulled back the covers and crawled in, wrapping himself around me.
He laid his head on my chest, clutched my scarred hip, and sighed
with pleasure. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Mmm...” I replied and ran my hands over his
skin, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Thank you for that, Princess. I got my
birthday wish.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “What was
that?”

He tipped his head up and looked me deep in
the eyes. “I wished for you. All of you,” he told me softly. “I
love you.”

My heart clenched with joy, and I smiled at
him. “I love you too, baby.” We kissed sweetly before falling
asleep in each other’s arms.

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I woke up the next morning with Lincoln still
wrapped around me, but now my bladder was screaming for attention.
As much as I hated to get out of bed, I attempted to roll away from
Lincoln, but he squeezed me tighter in his sleep. Bad move, I
thought as my bladder protested. I attempted to untangle myself
without waking him but when he started clutching at me and
laughing, I knew I had failed. I giggled at his attempts to hold on
to me as I swatted his hands away but when he began tickling me I
screamed playfully.

“Stop!” I cried between laughs. “I really
have to pee!”

He laughed but finally relented.

I scampered quickly to the bathroom. Despite
everything we had done last night I still wasn’t one hundred
percent comfortable with being naked in front of him. I sat down to
relieve myself but, once I noticed the proof of the loss of my
virginity, I decided a quick shower was in order.

I stepped back into the bedroom a short while
later, wearing the jersey I had worn the night before. It fell
several inches below my hips, and I felt sort of sexy wearing it
and only it. Especially since Lincoln had liked it so much last
night.