Page 20 of Dancing With Doubt

He didn’t say anything else. He took her demand as all the answer she’d give him and turned with her right hand clasped in one of his to take her up the stairs.

He hadn’t even kissed her yet, had barely touched her, but Lincoln only had to exist for her to want him. Her body was ready for any touch he gave her, yearning for him to take her clothes off and touch her already. It didn’t need to make sense, she didn’t have to be certain that this was a good decision, because she wanted him, consequences be damned.

He growled a groan as he closed his bedroom door and pushed her up against it with his hips. The growl vibrated just below her ear, his breath uncontrolled as he inhaled her scent. Roxie leaned her head back, let him lick a hot path from her collarbone up to her ear before his lips slid over to take hers.

She felt him, hard against her lower abdomen, and wanted to feel him in her hand. She pushed the zipper of his trousers down, undid the button to push it all down his waist. He was free and in her hand, hot and throbbing with life.

“Fuck, Roxie. Don’t make this end now. Please.” He broke the kiss to whisper against her ear. “I love having any part of you wrapped around my dick, but please, let me love you first.”

The word love and his plea to let him love her nearly made her gasp, but the gasp escaped into his mouth when he kissed her again. Despite his plea, he moved his hips, pushed himself into her hand until she squeezed him tighter.

Another groan tore from his chest and he pulled away to gently push her to the bed. There was a soft light burning on a dresser, the only light they had to see by, but it was enough as they undressed each other quickly and crawled onto the bed together, their lips still locked.

Lincoln knelt with her on the bed, his breath hot and rapid against her ear now as her hand found him once more.

“Roxie, I want to fuck you until we’re both senseless, until I’ve had enough of you, but I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.” He stroked into her hand, his fingers coming up to tilt her face up to his. He didn’t kiss her again, he just looked down into her eyes as he spoke. “I’m going to make you mine again, Roxie. I’m going to make you happy, no matter what I have to do. But if you don’t stop, I won’t get nearly as far as your eyes are begging me to go.”

She smiled, let him go, and sprawled out on the bed. She held her hand out to him, inviting him to join her. “Then do as you please, Lincoln. Tonight, I’m yours.”

Lincoln looked down at her, his swimmer’s body powerful and displayed perfectly in the faint light. Roxie grinned up at him, totally at ease in her own nudity. Her nipples stood at attention on her chest, ready for his touch. There were no toys, no talk of roles and domination, there were just two young bodies in need of each other.

But it wasn’t just that, Roxie knew it. They needed each other, mind and body. That was what made this dangerous. She knew she was giving him a lot more than her body.

Lincoln moved at last, to kneel at her feet. He kissed the skin on the top of her feet, her knees, and then her thighs. His mouth lingered at the skin above her center but moved on, making her body tense up. She’d wanted to feel his tongue there, but maybe later. For now, she’d let him have his way, let him touch what he wanted to touch. There was no rush and she knew he’d go back to give her attention there if she asked, but it didn’t matter. She wanted him to do as he pleased, no matter where that meant he’d touch her.

She felt the hot silky touch of his lips against her abdomen and then the tease of his skin against her nipples. He settled on the right one, his tongue stroking out to wet the skin there, to bring it to life. His lips moved, sucked hard at the tender point, drawing a response from more than her breast. Her hips pushed up into his, inviting him to far more than a touch of his lips against her skin.

Lincoln moved his hips to settle his hard length against her in a way that made his movements there slick from her juices. Roxie gasped, wanting him inside of her, but she knew he wasn’t done torturing her with pleasure yet. His hand moved to tease her left nipple into life before it moved down to settle onto the spot that ached for his touch, whether it was his tongue or his fingers.

“Let me hear you, Roxie.” He asked as he moved his head to her other nipple. “Make those noises I only want to hear from you.”

There was an admission there, something she should pay attention to, but it was hard to concentrate when he’d just sparked all her nerve endings to life. She felt her fingers clutch around his biceps, felt the way her hips danced against him, but it was only an awareness of how their bodies moved together, of how good it felt to have him so near to her. Naked and hot against her.

Fuck, her brain was about to unwind, and it didn’t matter suddenly. She allowed herself to feel it all, that electric sensation of pure bliss that the stroke of his fingers gave her, and the way his lips around her nipple tugged at something deep inside of her, brought her to a place she didn’t know she could get to so quickly. But then, it was Lincoln, and he’d always been able to intuitively give her what she needed. Nobody could make her come faster than he could, even when she wanted it to last.

“Let go, Roxie. Please.” His voice urged her, and she couldn’t help but do as he asked.

He urged her to ride it out as pulsing waves of pleasure zipped up to her brain and throughout her body. There was no embarrassment, there didn’t have to be, there was just bliss and the sensation of Lincoln finally, thank fuck he was finally inside of her.

The pleasure didn’t end, it just drifted into a new pleasure, new sensations as he drove into her, pulled back, the dove in all over again. They moved together, their eyes locked now, until Roxie felt the bursts start again, only this time Lincoln followed her. She felt him let go inside of her, the sensation only adding to her own pleasure.

“I’m sorry. I wanted it to last a lot longer than that, but I couldn’t, well, control myself.” He admitted with a chuckle against her neck before he rolled away to the other side of the bed.

Roxie turned, putting her left leg over his thighs to cradle him. “It’s fine. It was perfect. Vanilla but perfect.”

“Fuck you, Roxie.” He chuckled and sighed, his hot skin a comfort to her. She kissed his hot cheek, and his hot lips, enjoying the sensation.

“Well, I have to admit.” She put her head back on the pillow and looked at him with a teasing grin. “Vanilla sex is the best sex when it’s with you. It definitely tastes better.”

“You...” He growled and pulled her over his body so that she knelt over him. “If I didn’t want you so much, I’d send you to your room.”

“Oh, does that mean there’s going to be a round two?” She teased, licking at his earlobe until he moaned.

“Definitely. And maybe a third or fourth. All vanilla though, we have guests.” His hands wrapped around her bottom to push her down against his length. He was hard again already and that was very good.

“I told you, vanilla tastes great when it’s with you, Lincoln. Now kiss me before I have to smother you with a pillow to shut you up.”

He pulled her head down to his, hiding her grin and smothering her last words. But she didn’t mind. Especially when his tongue came out to stroke against hers. It was heaven really.