Off the Record (Off #3)(39)

“Linc...now...”

He removed his fingers and settled himself between my thighs. He was huge and pulsing. I rubbed myself against him, causing him to pull away from my mouth and bury his head into my neck with a groan. “Ever...I don’t have much control left.”

I tilted my hips up to his, frantic with the need to get him inside of me. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins, pounding in my head. “Good...let go Linc.”

He did nothing more than hiss the word, “Fuck” into my ear and then started pushing his way inside while his face stayed buried in my neck.

I wrapped my legs around and dug my heels into his ass, urging him in. I was mindless, out of control. All I could think about was needing him inside of me. It was like there was this itch inside of me that would turn me inside out if I didn’t have him.

With a wordless grunt, he sank himself inside of me and then he went still for just a minute. I closed my eyes and just felt him...hard and throbbing.

Linc pulled his face away from my neck and stared at me. Oh my God, the look in his eyes was almost frightening. It was hotter than the depths of Hell and I even noted lines of strain around his eyes, like he was fighting with himself to slow down.

I stared right back at him and said with my own determination, “Don’t you even think about slowing this down, Linc.”

His face actually looked pained over my words but he did what I wanted him to. He grabbed my legs and hooked his arms underneath of them, spreading me wide and pulling my hips up off the bed.

Then he started pounding inside of me. There was no slow, delicious build up to his speed and strength. He started out giving me all he had. Every time he slammed in, a shock of molten electricity shot through my body and I could feel my entire body tightening in anticipation of something to come...something that I wasn’t even sure I could handle.

Linc spoke to me in staccato words and through gritted teeth as he slammed in and pulled out. “Fucking...feels...so good...more...want more...”

His words started pushing me toward the edge. And for a fleeting moment, I thought of Marc...and that in the two years we were together, and the countless times we had sex, I had never...ever...felt anything like this. And then Marc was gone and I focused my eyes on Linc’s face.

His eyes bore into mine and he growled, “I’m close...you better come with me, Ever. You better f*cking come with me.”

That was all I needed and the dam broke loose. An explosion of pleasure so intense, it bordered on painful, ripped through my entire body. I felt every muscle in my body tense and then release, and for a split second, I couldn’t feel anything. It was like I was suspended in nothingness. Then wave, after wave of pure orgasmic delight flooded through me. Linc’s name came out of my mouth like a prayer.

He answered me by giving one more, hard thrust, then he threw his head back with his eyes closed. I felt him pulse inside of me and he bit down on his bottom lip so hard, I thought he would bleed. His whole body shuddered and when he opened his eyes, they were no less heated than before. He made contact with my gaze, which I’m sure was wondrous and sated all at once, and his hips reflexively jerked against me as he rode out all of the tremors running through his body.

Then his weight sagged against me where he stayed for just a brief moment before rolling to the side, pulling me with him.

We laid like that for several minutes, our chests mashed against one another. I focused on the mad beating of our hearts, which strangely seemed to be in sync. Linc’s arms were wrapped tightly around me, his chin resting on top of my head. I reveled in the feeling, which caused a weird pang in my chest. Could my ice be cracking?

Linc then pulled back suddenly. “Fuck...we didn’t use protection. I got so caught up...I didn’t think...”

Okay, that brought my warm and fuzzies down.

I looked up at him and the panic on his face was chilling. “I’m on the pill, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy.” I hesitated over what I wanted to say next, because it was embarrassing to me. “I’m clean though. After Marc cheated on me...I went to the doctor to get checked out. I was so afraid...”

Linc pulled me back closer to him and kissed the top of my head. “Don’t think about him. And I’m clean, too. I mean...I’ve never had sex without a condom before. And Christ, Ever...that was the best f*cking feeling in the world.”

I smiled into his neck over those words. I know that was the best freakin’ orgasm I’d ever had and I’m pleased that he felt rocked by the experience.

“But I can wear a condom next time if you want,” he said hesitantly.

I just shook my head in the negative and whispered against his neck. “There’s going to be a next time, huh?”

I couldn’t see his face but I could feel him smile. It radiated through his body. “Yeah...there’s definitely going to be a next time.”

As I sit in the tub, with Linc just holding me, I can’t help but feel a little squirmy thinking about that first time. And it only got better from there. We christened about every room and piece of furniture that the cabin held. It was a complete house of iniquity.

I have never been sexually inhibited, at least not with my only other experience, which was Marc. But I don’t think I realized just how much of a blow to my sexual self-esteem I’d taken until I sat here in this tub, with an amazingly hot and wonderful man, and realized just how satisfied I feel at this moment. I mean, I don’t have any illusions that this is anything other than extremely gratifying sex. I do know that neither my heart nor my head is willing to venture in that direction. I’m still harboring too much hurt over my past experiences.