I pull the gray cotton over my head and toss it onto the sofa. “I’m hoping you have a very Lincoln-like response to this.” Stepping out of the sweatpants, I kick them away as well, standing in front of him naked. He smirks and tries not to laugh, and fails. His face reflects sheer delight.
“You know me well, too,” he says, adjusting the bowtie with two fingers, sliding it back and forth to loosen it. Stepping forward, closing the distance between us, I work on the buttons of his white shirt while he unfastens his cufflinks. “Maeve,” he drawls, looking down at me.
I swallow hard and look up from my task. “Yeah?”
“I’d go through more to keep you. I’d go through anything.”
I nod. “I know you would.” My heart slams against my ribs as I continue down to the button and zipper on his pants.
He shrugs out of his jacket and shirt carefully then steps out of his shoes. I take his pants down his legs as I hit my knees in front of him. His cock is hard and ready as I put it in my mouth, swallowing it down as far as I can. Lincoln gasps, the sound echoing against the high wooden ceilings. His hands rest lightly on my head as I slide my hand and my mouth at the same time. My jaw aches, and I’m reminded again how long it’s been. Not that the blowjob is monumental, I mean, we did just get engaged, but it does take on an ethereal quality. The fireplace crackling, his moans of pleasure, and words of praise, sing a song directly to my heart. Spit covers my hand as I continue at a steady pace when he holds me in, his hands catching my head on a thrust in.
“Pause that,” he growls. Looking up at him through my lashes, I see a man on fire, eyes narrowed, meeting mine. His abs flex and flow as he breathes rapidly. “My turn now.” His fingers release my hair and he pulls my head back until his dick slides out of my mouth with a loud pop. He steps the rest of the way out of his pants, and removes his socks before covering me with his body on the fur in front of the fire. “Are you warm enough?”
“I am with you next to me,” I say, getting caught up in the way he’s admiring. He strokes the side of my face gently with two fingers, then slides them between my legs.
“Let’s see if we can get you a little warmer.” His voice rolls around me like a rich velvet. A promise I know he’ll keep. “God, you’re so wet.”
I gasp in response to his fingers stroking my G-spot. He captures my wrists with his free hand and pins my hands over my head. He stops moving his fingers when he pins me with his gaze. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Is your shoulder okay?” I reply, trying not to think of the knot at my core begging for attention. “Does it hurt at all?”
His lips pull up at one corner. “My shoulder is literally the very last thing on my mind. It doesn’t hurt at all.” He resumes his subtle rubbing, and I lose my breath. “You’re the only thing I’m thinking of right now. How beautiful you look right now.” His hand slides down to my fingers. “With you wearing my ring, moaning because my fingers are inside you. My arm could be blown off right now and I still wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you.”
He knows exactly how to work my body, and I raise my hips seeking more. “Take your eyes off me and put your dick inside me,” I whisper.
Letting go of my hands, he kisses one nipple and then the other, swirling his tongue over the rosy peaks, then captures my lips with his. The kiss is rough and quick as he draws his fingers from my body and sucks them. My core clenches with need at the erotic sight of him enjoying my taste, his eyes closed, lashes fanned across his cheek. He hums a noise of pleasure.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that since the last time I was inside you.” Lincoln rolls between my legs and slides into my slick entrance.
The second our bodies connect, a little of my desperation eases. There isn’t fear laced with an edge of sacrifice in the room. It’s just the man I cherish, loving me as much as I love him. His thrusts are slow and steady, but I can tell there’s a strain not to come too quickly, by the way his eyes are closed in focus. I reach between our bodies and rub my clit at the same pace as his jutting hips. The fireplace rushes and sweat beads on our naked skin.
I say his name when my toes tingle, and I’m on the verge of orgasm. His lashes flutter open and the dark ferocity I see there sets me over the edge. Pressing my lips against his firmly, I come apart, screaming out. I see stars as bliss soaks into my limbs and core. I clench around him once more and that’s his undoing. Lincoln buries his face in the fur next to my head as he pumps into me, cum exploding with each jut of his hips.
The only thing louder than my breathing is his. “It took everything I had in me to not come the second I put it in. I hope you appreciate that effort.”
I play with his hair as he nuzzles my neck. Laughing, I reply, “I could make a joke about not getting shot and then we won’t have to go so long in between sex, but it might be too soon.”
“Not too soon,” he says, sucking in a big breath. “If we can’t joke about it, the alternative is pretty bleak.” He lifts up on his elbows. “But because it’s been so long, you’re so filled with cum that it’s going to leak for days.”
I lick my lips. “Awful cocky of you to say.”
“Not cocky, that’s facts. That was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had since that first one at age thirteen, sitting on my bedroom floor hiding from my parents.”
I snort, then cackle. “That’s not awkward or anything. I mean, you’re only still inside me right now.”
He looks distracted. “Being inside you is pretty dreamy. It’s not awkward at all.” As he draws out of me, the fire pops and startles me. “Let’s get you in the shower before you get cold.” He scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, and smacks my ass lightly.
“Before I leak all over the fuzzy carpet, you mean,” I say glibly, smirking as I watch his sculpted ass muscles as he walks down the hallway. He uses my toe to flick on a light, and then another switch.
“That too,” he admits. His chuckle rumbles against my thighs. When we get into the master bath, he sets me down. “Floors will heat up in a second. You just turned them on.”
His face is ruddy and his perfectly coifed tuxedo hair is messy. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell him. “Thank you for this.” I glance down at the ring and back at him. “I’m going to try my very best to be everything to you and Turner.”
He catches my face in his hands. “You don’t even have to try. That’s part of the reason I didn’t question my decision to ask you to marry me. Others may think it’s too quick, but they don’t understand what we have. It’s rare. When you know, you know.”
“I stopped caring what people thought about my decisions a long time ago. Mostly I didn’t have anyone who cared about what I did or didn’t do.”
Lincoln drops a kiss on my shoulder, then he turns on the shower. “I care about you and what you do.”