His tongue pushes past my lips, forcing its way in. His hand dives into my hair, holding me exactly how he wants me as he takes what he wants. I couldn’t pull away from him if I wanted to. He has me locked against him with not an inch of space separating us.
I don’t try to fight it though. Instead, I let myself fall into what he’s making me feel. I’m closer to this man than I’ve ever felt to anyone. There’s an instant attraction, an intimacy, that I didn’t even know existed. It’s utterly crazy because all I really know about him is his name. He’s a complete stranger to me, yet something about him is familiar. I might know absolutely nothing about him, but I feel safe. And I want more. Whatever he’s pulling from me is lighting up my insides like I’m coming to life. My body was asleep before his touch, and I’ve been given breath in my lungs for the first time. It’s overwhelming, but it all feels right.
Letting him take control and lead me in these strange new emotions, I allow my body to melt into his. Not that I really had much of a choice. The grip he has me in is unbreakable, and though his hands release my hair, they remain possessive as they travel lower. I moan into his mouth as one comes to my thigh, pushing my dress up.
I should be freaking out and demanding to know what’s going on. But I can’t find the will to do so. I want to get lost in him. Lost in the feelings he gives me. I spread my legs open a little more to try and push forward, wanting to move his hands faster up my thighs. But his fingers are so slow as they trail the edge and play with my bare skin.
He finally slides a hand under my dress. I try to wiggle closer, needing his touch now. When his hand reaches my panties, a finger glides across my sex, back and forth, making me shake with excitement.
He slowly strokes me, making me moan. I’m not completely sure what it is my body needs, but as if he can read my mind, he pulls his mouth from mine.
“I’m going to give you more,” he says as his finger slowly grazes my panties. I rock my hips to feel the pressure, but he stops moving when I do. “Tell me to do it.”
His eyes seem darker than before as they stare into me and demand my acquiescence. The look on his face is one I’ve never seen before. It’s intense, but it’s even beyond that. I lean forward, willing to give him anything.
“Please, Lincoln. Give me more,” I beg. My words sound pained. I don’t know who this man is, but I need him. Whatever he’s bringing out in me feels so good, I don’t want it to stop. I feel alive for the first time. My skin is tingling all over, and I never want to lose this feeling. I’m addicted with one kiss, and I don’t care about anything else but this.
He slips his hand past my panties, making me gasp at the intimate touch. He stills for a moment to kiss me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Then his fingers move again, sliding across my core, making me jerk. His other hand comes to my hip, holding me in place as he has his way with me.
I don’t know what I’m loving more—what his hand is doing between my legs or how he takes control over my body.
Pulling back suddenly, I gasp for more air. My breaths are coming hard and fast as the sensation builds between my legs. His eyes lock with mine, and he licks his lips as if he’s trying to taste our kiss.
His look is so intense, I lean forward to bury my face in his neck. What started as foreign and exciting has turned to burning need. The hot build-up of pleasure between my legs is a tidal wave that’s fast approaching. It’s coming, and I feel like it might rip me in two. He moves his hand from my hip to my hair and takes a fistful of it. He leans my head back and holds me in place so our eyes are locked. The grip is tight, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s something gentle and careful about how he’s got me in his arms. But he won’t allow me to look away. I can’t hide from what’s coming, or from him.#p#分页标题#e#
“You keep those eyes on me,” he growls. “Spread those pretty little legs, and then cum all over my fingers.”
I gasp and then do as he says, spreading my legs just as his fingers dip inside me. I hear the slippery wetness of my desire on his hand, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I need him to finish what he’s started, so I can’t think about that right this second. Instead, I push down the shame of inexperience and lick my lips.
He looks down to where his fingers are inside my panties and he growls again, but this time in approval. The sight of his muscled body hovering over me, seeing what I’ve kept secret from every man before him, is intoxicating.