Page 70 of Her Fearless Warrior

“Linc?”

It was the first time he had ever heard even the slightest sound of trepidation in her voice while they were in bed together.

“It’s going to be fine. It’s all you. You’re always in charge. You tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

Wide brown eyes looked up at him with total trust. “Okay.”

Linc kissed the foot that rested on his shoulder, then pushed her other leg out a little further to widen her, just a little more for his viewing pleasure.

He took a quick look at her face, and he didn’t see fear or discomfort, so he continued. Continuing to hold her right foot in his hand, he used his left hand to guide his cock into her wet pussy. In one long stroke, he sank to the root.

Leila gasped. Again, he looked up at her face to check on her. She was smiling. God knows he was doing an internal little happy dance.

He pulled out slowly, watching as her flesh tried to keep hold of him. It was as if every part of her body wanted him, as much as he wanted her. He pushed back in slowly.

Again and again, he continued with the rhythm, continuing to watch between where they were merged and then back up at her flushed face. Soon, it was time to add something more to the mix.

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?”

“You’re left-handed. I want your left hand, baby.”

She raised her hand, and he kissed her palm. Then he guided it down to her slick pussy.

“Touch yourself.”

Her eyes went wide. “What?” she exclaimed.

Gone was dreamy Leila, back was spitfire Leila.

“You’ve told me how you’ve pleasured yourself before. You touched yourself in Quebec, didn’t you?”

She stared up at him.

“Didn’t you, beauty? Didn’t you brush your hand across your gorgeous tits, then let it wander down your belly until you slid your fingers into your slick folds?”

It took a moment, but she nodded.

“Did you touch your clit?” he asked as he continued to thrust slowly in and pull slowly out.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered.

“Show me,” he coaxed. “Let me watch.”

He watched as she took her middle finger and pulled back the hood of her clit. She sucked in a quick breath of surprise. It was like she wasn’t expecting the spark of her own touch.

“Keep going.”

Linc was holding on by the skin of his teeth. Trying to maintain a steady rhythm, while he got to watch her touch herself, was damn near impossible.

She started to circle that pink, swollen morsel and he stopped, just kept himself rooted inside her as his world narrowed down to her graceful finger touching her delicate clit. She kept circling and circling, then she pressed down. Hard. And she lifted up, pressing her pelvis tight against his. Waking him up to the fact that he was falling down on the job.

Linc picked up the speed of his strokes. In and out, twisting and moving until he found just the right spot inside her channel that had her gasping.

“Yeah. There, baby. There.”

As he made sure to drag the tip of his cock against her g-spot, she pressed harder against her clit. Her entire body blushed, and beads of sweat formed at her temples.