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I'm propped up on my elbows, watching Lincoln lick and suck on my clit enthusiastically. Just when I think it couldn't get any better, he slides his tongue down towards my opening and thrusts it in and out of me while placing his thumb on my clit and rubbing small circles on it.
I didn't think I could be this turned on, but I'm so wet that I can hear the vulgar sounds we make together as Lincoln replaces his tongue with his fingers and slides them into me, fucking me with them.
His two fingers stretch me the perfect amount as he slides them in and out in a scream-inducing rhythm.
Lincoln gives my clit a hard suck and rumbles, "You taste so fucking good."
Have I died and gone to heaven?
His words send shivers down my spine, and the intensity of his actions overwhelm me. I slowly unclench my fist from the bedding, reaching down to run my fingers through Lincoln's hair. He responds with a deep, appreciative groan and increases the fervor of his touch.
As the intensity of the moment grows, I can feel the pressure building up inside me, and I can't contain it any longer. I whisper urgently to Lincoln, my voice trembling, "I'm gonna come. Please, don't stop." The words escape my lips in a desperate plea, the raw desire is unmistakable in my voice.
My body is ablaze, and the pleasure coursing through me is undeniable. I can't suppress the symphony of moans escaping my lips, growing louder with each passing second. At this point, I couldn't care less about being discreet.
My hips take on a life of their own, moving in wild, uncontrolled rhythms. I can't help but cry out, "Yes! Yes!" as I shatter into a million pieces under the skilled caresses of his tongue.
Lincoln's touch is relentless, and I writhe beneath him, lost in ecstasy. It's as if he's discovered the secret map to my pleasure, and he continues to explore it with gentle fingers and an eager tongue. Finally, overwhelmed by sensation, I find myself squirming and pushing his head away, my body completely sated.
He slowly climbs up my body, and I can't help but notice the glistening traces of me on his lips. His smile is knowing and he licks his lips, tasting every last drop of me. The action sends a shiver down my spine, making my already throbbing clit pulse with desire.
The intensity of my own pleasure had consumed me, but now I remember that Lincoln has to be aching for his own release. I'm eager to reciprocate, to learn how to make him feel as good as he's made me feel.
As he leans in to kiss me, I gently place a hand on his shoulder. With a genuine smile, I gesture towards his crotch and softly inquire, "Can I do anything for you?"
He understands my implication, but to my surprise, he gently shakes his head. I can't help but wonder why he's saying no. Does he not want me to touch him? Embarrassment begins to wash over me, making it difficult to maintain eye contact. I steal a glance at his face and realize that he appears equally bashful, and I'm left wondering why.
With a sheepish expression, he finally stammers, "I already... well, you know." He looks away briefly, then back at me, continuing, "It’s already taken care of."
I'm aware that it's not the typical sequence of events, but I can't help feeling a mixture of surprise and flattery. The thought that Lincoln was so incredibly turned on by pleasuring me that he found his own release from thrusting against the bed fills me with a unique sense of desire and satisfaction.
While it’s obvious that he’s my first, I also know that I'm not his. But sharing this intimate experience with him makes me feel strangely comforted, as though it's a testament to the depth of our connection. It's a reassurance that despite his prior experiences, what we have is unique and incredibly special.
“You made me feel really good,” I whisper, and attempt to hide my surprised expression. That last thing I want him is for him to be embarrassed.
Lincoln tenderly strokes my hair back from my face, his voice warm and sincere. "I loved eating you, but I got a little carried away."
Unable to contain my affection, I reach up and pull him into a passionate kiss, and he meets my enthusiasm with equal fervor.
After a blissful moment in our post-orgasm afterglow, Lincoln sits up, gently pulling me along. He retrieves a hoodie and sweats from his dresser, laying them out on the bed for me. He grabs a towel for our clean-up, and with an intense gaze, he returns to me.
Just as I think he'll hand me the towel, he surprises me by squatting down and starting to wipe away the mess on my thighs. I instinctively place my hand on his shoulder to push him away, but he catches it and squeezes gently. With a sincere and determined expression, he says, "I want to do this. Please, let me."
I whisper my consent, touched by his care and attentiveness. "Okay."
Never before in my life have I felt this uncomfortable. It's not a bad kind of discomfort; it's more about being so entirely out of my comfort zone that I'm unsure how to act. One moment, I'm at ease in his presence, and the next, he throws a curveball, and I'm a complete mess.
Sure, maybe I initiated what just occurred, but it was because I trusted him to help me with what I was feeling. Looking back on it now, I can't help but feel as though I were possessed when I asked him to make me feel better. It was so unlike me, such an unexpected plunge into desire, that I can hardly believe I actively participated in it.
But I'm not upset about it. In fact, I'm thrilled that I followed my desires. I want Lincoln, and I think he wants me just as much.
It doesn't hurt that the one area of my life I'm entirely comfortable with is my appearance. I have Leia to thank for that. That confidence in my own body made it easy to let Lincoln see me in such an intimate way, and I'm grateful for it.
Quietly, I slip out of the room, making my way to the bathroom. Part of me wants a moment of privacy, a chance to collect my thoughts away from Lincoln's presence. I still can't quite believe what just happened, but it felt incredibly good. I find myself yearning for more, even as I ponder what comes next.
