18
Lincoln
I left work not wanting to be away from Presley for another damn minute. This week has been a cluster fuck trying to balance both of our work schedules and see each other. Presley though, fuck, she’s been the most understanding and levelheaded even when I’m not.
That’s why I’m standing at her front door, phone to my ear calling her at three o’clock in the damn morning. I should head home, but yeah, I can’t, not tonight.
“Hello,” she answers groggily. Making me feel even more like a heel.
“Hey Presley, come answer your door for me” wanting to see her now, soft and warm from being in her bed.
“Okay,” she hangs up, not even a minute later the door is being unlocked. She’s standing there in an oversized shirt, her hair tousled from sleep, but the soft smile on her face, that’s what knocks me to my knees. I want to fall asleep with her every night and wake up with her every single morning.
“Gorgeous, you’re so damn pretty, Presley,” I say as I crowd into her small foyer. Her arms settle around my neck and I kick the door shut, locking it, and then she’s up and in my arms. Her body wrapped around mine like we were always meant to be this way, entwined in each other.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” she whispers before I take her mouth. Something I’ve learned about Presley, she’s shy at first, but once she opens up. Damn, does she open up for me, and when she lets go. It’s like a fire is ignited deep in her soul.
“Me too, Presley, me fucking too,” I pick her up, carrying her to the master bedroom. Needing her like I’ve never needed anyone else in my life.
“I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” she murmurs, I look into her eyes and see the need in them, much like I know I have in my own
“Me either, but I couldn’t stay away,” I have no intentions of taking her right now, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be happening and soon. Right now, though, I just need her body next to mine and a few hours of sleep with her. Fuck, that’s what I need.
“My parents want to meet you. Can we have dinner at their place this week?” She asks.
“Yeah, gorgeous. You set up a date and a time, I’ll be there,” I strip out of my clothes until I’m left in my boxer briefs. The way Presley’s tongue comes out to lick her lips as she takes in my body, it makes me want to take her right now. As much as it pains me, I won’t though. I want her to know she means everything to me.
“Thank you, I’m warning you, Dad may be kind of a jerk, I’ve never brought a guy to dinner before,” she ducks her head as she tells me this. My knee hits the bed, the palm of my hand finds her cheek, “Presley, you don’t know what that means to me. I’m not worried about your dad. I know you love your parents, I see it in everything you do. I’ll be there, every step of the way. But, gorgeous, if we ever have kids half as pretty as you, I’m buying more guns.” I slide into bed next to her, my hand going under the nap of her neck, pulling her in close to me.
“Wow,” she breathes out. This is one of the things I love about her, she has no idea just how amazing she truly is.
“Goodnight, Presley,” I tell her as I kiss the top of her head.
She shocks the shit out of me though, she kisses my chest, right where my heart is before she says, “Goodnight, Lincoln.”
Fuck yeah, this girl right here, she’s mine.
19
Presley
“Oh god, Lincoln,” my body bows back, and I grasp the pillows beneath my head. I woke up this morning with Lincoln’s body covering my back as if I would leave him while he was asleep, only to be awoken softly when he flipped me onto my back.
Lincoln somehow maneuvered my shirt off of my body in my sleep, it was big and oversized to begin with. He grumbled something about when we’re in bed he wants me naked. I laughed it off, too tired to decipher his caveman talk. But now, I understand the appeal as his mouth works my body and he isn’t even at the place I need him most. No, he’s feasting on my nipples, one at a time, at a rate that’s so torturously slow. My hips are thrusting up, but Lincoln is ignoring me.
“I want you coming just from me sucking on your nipples, Presley. Then I’ll make you mine,” he finally admits.
“You’re killing me, Linc. I need you so bad,” I groan. I wish my body would just give over to the orgasm he’s building up inside me.
He continues on, licking, nipping, and biting my nipple. It’s only when I feel his hand moving my panties to the side, do I settle down some.
“This is all for me, Presley. This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” he questions. This is the side of him I only get to see when it’s just the two of us. He doesn’t show his dominating side everywhere, only when it’s just the two of us.
“It’s all yours,” I breathe out. He moves so he can take my panties off, in a flash he’s back between my legs, and if he didn’t have his boxers on, he could be inside me.
His fingers are back at my center, his thumb playing with my clit, his finger slowly dipping inside me.
My body is shuddering, Lincoln’s mouth is on my breast, his fingers are deep inside of me, it’s enough to tip me over the edge, and I come like never before. “God damn, Presley. Look at you coming apart for me, baby” he demands.
I look down at his thumb on my clit, his finger still lazily thrusting in and out of me. I should be sated after orgasming, but I’m not. I want Lincoln inside of me, no, I need him inside of me.
My hands find the edge of his boxers, I want my hand surrounding his girth, but most of all, I want to see him bare, much like I am to him.
Lincoln gets my message, helping me strip him out of his black boxers. My gaze is locked on his cock.
I lick my lips, I want nothing more than to have his length in my mouth, to taste him, and boy is Lincoln more than a mouthful. Something tells me, I wouldn’t be able to wrap my hand around him or take him deep either.
“Condom?” he questions.
“Not needed, it’s the wrong time of the month,” I moan. Lincoln’s cock is in his hand, slowly jacking himself off.
“You sure?” his cock is already at the entrance to my pussy.
“Yes,” I moan, and then I bring my hips up to his and he slams inside of me in one hard thrust.
“Shit,” I scream, my body getting accustomed to his size.
“Presley,” he groans. Then I’m air born, Lincoln lays down on his back, I’m on top of him. It feels better this way, I’m allowed to move at my own pace until I get used to his length. Then I’m sure he’ll be back to dominating my body.
“Move those hips, baby,” he demands. My hands find his chest, I lift my body up and slowly lower it down. Both of us finding a tempo and working together.
My head tips back on a moan, I feel his knees come up, leaning my body back I use my knees to guide him in and out.
“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” His body pulls up and we’re wrapped in each other’s arms as we work together, both of us wanting to reach that moment together.