Page 7 of Dancing With Lies

His fingers glided up over her left hip, pushed in between their bodies, and dove down, so far down, until he found the opening there. Her breath shuddered to a halt as she felt warm fingers glide between her folds, and then the invasion of one of those long fingers inside of her. He tested her, slid that finger inside of her slowly, waited with his teeth clamped softly around her nipple, to hear if she protested.

“Take your time, Chloe, get used to me.” He whispered when he let her nipple go only long enough to speak.

She couldn’t believe he was talking to her, but his deep voice vibrated over her skin and she knew this wasn’t a nightmare turned into one furiously erotic dream. She wanted more of him, though, not less, and pushed her hips up to show him what she wanted. She had no words to say what she wanted because her brain wasn’t working, but she could show him, and maybe tell him with a gasp.

His finger went deeper inside of her and he sucked at her as he did so. Her fingers clamped around his head this time, her hips doing a dance that was just for him as she learned what it felt like to have someone, something, inside of her.

“Just feel me, Chloe, let yourself go.” She felt him breathe the words against her skin again and thought she’d die from the sheer pleasure he was giving her with his entire body. His palm pressed into her clit, grinding into it every time he dipped into her body then pulled away.

“Fuck.” She whispered as something squeezed exquisitely inside of her.

“You okay?” Lincoln asked as he moved to her other nipple to tease it into a stiff peak.

“Great.” She breathed out, too aware of how good she felt, how he felt over her. On her. Inside her.

“It’ll be even better when I’m really inside of you.” He promised, but he said it with smug assurance.

She almost told him what an ass he was but that thing that had squeezed inside of her did it again, only harder. She wanted to smack him when he chuckled, his teeth clenched around her nipple, but she couldn’t move. She was terrified of whatever this new sensation, expectation was, disappearing. Something was about to happen, something she needed.

Her back arched as he bit harder, just a little harder, enough to spike a shot of pleasure down to her insides and then straight back up into her brain.

“Lincoln.” She gasped just before the world exploded and turned into liquid hot pleasure.

Her thighs clamped around his waist, her legs wrapped around his back and she didn’t care if she tortured him as she rode the waves of pleasure a man gave her for the very first time. She gasped with surprise when she felt him, actually him, slip inside of her. There was nothing between them and having him there, filling and stretching her was mind-blowing. He didn’t move at all, she did all the moving and that must be why he’d slipped into her, but it didn’t matter. He was there now, he was gasping in a way that made something primal inside of her hum with pleasure, and she didn’t care.

There was a moment of pain, a second when she locked up, but it passed as Lincoln lost the thin grasp he had on his control and thrust down, into her. Oh, now that felt really good.

Chloe’s fingers moved, down from his silky hair, across his smooth back, and down to the firm globes of his ass. She filled her hands with him, dug her nails into his ass as he moved inside of her, urging him to go deeper, to give her more, to make her forget. There were no memories now, there was no pain, there was only Lincoln, the sound of his breath as he worked himself into her, the feel of the heat he exuded as he sought out his own pleasure.

There was a moment when she thought it was done, but it was just him pausing to push her left leg up a little, to go deeper, and then he started again. “Fuck, Chloe, I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t, Lincoln.” She urged him, and he shook his head with a grin.

“I don’t want this to end Chloe. I want to be here inside of you for hours, not minutes.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She answered with a quirk of her eyebrow. But then he did something with his hips that made her gasp again, made her close her eyes and bite down into his shoulder. She’d never known sex was this good. Yeah, it looked fun on her laptop screen, it looked nice on the television, or a cinema screen, but this? It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Chloe moved with him now, quickly getting the hang of how to do this and using muscles she’d only ever used to dance to keep the pace he set. Deep, fast, and hard.

She had no idea what to do so she let instinct rule her. She reached up to bring his head down to hers, to kiss him as if she’d never get to kiss anyone ever again, with so much hunger and need that she didn’t notice how hot their skin was, how his lips nearly singed when they met hers. She only noticed what it felt like to have his lips on hers, his tongue sliding against hers, as they moved in time together.

She knew what to expect this next time, knew what it felt like to explode, so it was not so surprising, but it was just as exquisite as the first time. She rode the wave with nothing but pleasure, pleasure that only increased when Lincoln gave a helpless sound of surrender, with a tight fist against her hip. She didn’t really notice that, she only noticed how he moved, the way he sounded, the way she felt.

He sighed after long moments had passed, moments where they caught their breath before he rolled away from her. He stood up long enough to pull the covers down and she slid into crisp white sheets. When he got in, she curled up next to him.

There were no thoughts about tomorrow, what it meant to have had sex with him, she was only here for the now, the comfort he promised, that he’d already given. Her body ached, but it wasn’t an ache that she minded. His arms came around her, drew her closer until her face was pressed into his smooth chest.

Fuck, he was hot, she thought, as she ran a hand up the muscles of his abdomen and over his chest. Had she really not noticed that before?

“You okay, Chlo?” She heard him ask.

“I’m good.” She answered, although she was still trying to keep reality at bay. “Thanks.”

“It was my pleasure, really.” He chuckled and pulled her tight against him before he let off the pressure.

Chloe smiled, pleased that he was being so nice. He’d always brought out the worst in her, egging her on even when they were kids. She’d never suspected for a second that he’d found her…attractive.

She sighed and tried not to think too much about anything but him. “Do you have to go back to school tonight?”