As soon as they were free from fabric, he cupped her full, creamy tits with both hands, lifting her already-hard nipples to his mouth.
Running his teeth over her peaks, he smiled as her breath hitched. “Doing okay there, Cleo?”
She nodded, dropped her head to his shoulder and dug her nails into his chest. “Linc?”
“Yeah, baby?” He nuzzled his stubbly chin in the gap between her ear and shoulder.
“Will you take me from behind?” Her voice was muffled against his skin, her breath tickling him as she spoke.
“Are you kidding me? Look.” He pointed to the growing wet patch on his boxers peeking out from his open fly. “My dick is weeping tears of pre-cum joy at that question.”
“Who said romance is dead?”
“My dick only weeps tears of pre-cum joy for you, Miss Bennet.”
Her giggle stoked the fire in his stomach. Wrapping her wild hair around his hand, he pulled her back from his chest with a tug. He pushed her back onto the bed so he could unzip her jeans, hook his fingers into the band and pull them, and her panties, down her legs.
He licked his lips. Her hair splayed out on the blankets, her pink cheeks and swollen lips, the hunger in her eyes and beautifully naked body drove him to the edge of self-control.
He raked his palms along the outside of her legs, up to her waist, across her pelvis until his thumbs met, just beneath her belly button.
Lowering his hands until he reached her opening, he circled her clit with the thumb of his left hand while he slipped two fingers inside. “You’re so wet, Lizzy.”
Her body twitched and writhed as he curled his fingers, seeking out her g-spot. “Lincoln… I…”
He couldn’t wait. He moved his hand from her clit, grabbed one of her hands which had traveled to play with her breasts and put it between her thighs. She didn’t question him, but played with herself with little huffs and gasps while he peeled his jeans off and dumped them on the floor. “Don’t stop touching yourself for me, Lizzy, okay?”
“O…kay…” Her breathless pants made his cock ache. Climbing up onto his knees, he hooked his hands behind her legs, flipped her onto her stomach, and tugged her down the bed toward him.
“Linc!” Her voice rose in a giggle as he pulled her hips off the bed. Her hand had come away from her pussy as he turned her, but she slid her fingers back where they needed to be. He pulled a condom from her bedside drawer, tore it open, and rolled it onto his throbbing dick.
“Have I ever told you what a delicious ass you have, Miss Bennet?” He grabbed her cheeks with both hands and squeezed before rubbing his palms over the soft flesh.
Gripping the shaft of his dick, he dragged the head through her slick folds. “Christ, I love how fucking wet you are for me.”
He gritted his teeth and willed himself to calm down. What was it about this woman that turned him into a teenage boy?
He was constantly ready to blow his load in his boxers from the second she took her clothes off. Lining the crown up to her entrance, he eased inside her on a long hiss, her walls tightening around him.
“Deeper, Lincoln. Don’t tease.”
He grinned at her outspokenness. There was nothing sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted in bed and asked for it, and he couldn’t help but oblige.
Her fingers worked her clit while he pulled all the way out, hesitated and drove every inch of his length back inside her. A ripple passed through her legs as her muscles tightened around him with each thrust.
“Linc… please…”
“What do you need, Lizzy? Anything.”
Her face was buried in the quilt so she turned her head to speak. “Put your finger in… please?”
Not wanting to beat his girl to the edge, he slowed his pace. “Have you ever had anything in your ass before, Lizzy?”
She shook her head against the sheets.
Sweat trickled down his face and his balls ached for release. “And you want me to put a finger there?”
She nodded.
