Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I swallow down my emotions and blink back my tears, refusing to lose it now. Later, when I’m alone, I’ll allow myself to let go. To remember. Lincoln has no idea what he’s done for me tonight, but I’ll forever be grateful to him for giving me my intimacy back. Without realizing it, he’s replaced the most horrid memories with pleasurable, treasured ones.
When he’s finished cleaning me, I assume we’re going to get dressed and leave, so I’m shocked when he climbs onto the bed and lies next me. His strong arms pull me into his side, and he whispers into my ear, “Tell me I can have you again because once wasn’t enough.”
And because what he did to me felt so good, because I know this is the only time that I’ll be able to have this with him, I can’t help but say, “Okay,” so we can do what we just did all over again.
“If you could wish for one thing, knowing it would come true, what would it be?”
“Peace,” I answer without hesitation. Because all I want is to be at peace with myself, much like how I feel right now, lying in this bed with Lincoln. I don’t want this feeling to end, and I know it will once we walk out the door. “What about you?” I ask in return.
After the first time we had sex, we laid in bed and talked about life and love and everything in between. I worried he’d recognize my voice, despite me disguising it, but I think because he was too caught up in the moment, the thought that it could be me never crossed his mind.
Once we were both rejuvenated and ready for round two, Lincoln brought me to orgasm once again before he flipped me onto all fours. A flashback hit me hard, but he immediately felt me tense up and instead rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him and giving me a sense of control. With his help, I brought us both to another orgasm, and after he cleaned me up again, we lied back in bed and proceeded to play a form of twenty questions.
At some point, we’re going to have to call it a night, but if he’s not ready to do that yet, I’m okay with prolonging the inevitable. With each new joining of our bodies, a piece of me is put back together. I might still be a bit battered and bruised on the inside, but I can honestly say that I’m not the same broken girl that walked through the doors of this club tonight.
“For you to let me inside you again,” Lincoln says in response to my question.
“Well, then,” I tell him, rolling over so our eyes lock. “Your wish is my command.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
LINCOLN
At twelve years old, I kissed a girl for the first time. We were at the movies, and I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers. I was young, but even back then I could appreciate how soft her lips were. The way our lips curled around one another. The way she moaned into my mouth, urging me for more. We spent the rest of the time making out, and when the credits began to scroll up, I couldn’t tell you what the movie was about.
At fourteen, I got my cock sucked for the first time. It was in the locker room at school before football practice, and even though I didn’t last long—shooting my load straight down her throat about a minute after she started—the feel of her warm mouth on me as I chased my orgasm was one of the best highs I’d ever felt.
At fifteen, I fucked a girl for the first time. I had snuck into her room while her parents were asleep. She was a little older and more experienced, and I never told her I was a virgin. The kissing lasted longer than the sex itself, but during those few short minutes when I was inside her, I can remember being amazed by the way our bodies connected on such an intimate level.
At sixteen, I got my first taste of pussy. When she suggested that I go down on her, I had no idea what I was doing, and it took forever—as well as her guidance—before she orgasmed. But when she did, when her entire body shook and she came all over my sheets on my bed and my mouth, I felt like I had been given a superpower. Pizza had always been my favorite food, but after that day, pussy became my new favorite thing to eat.
With every new experience, I fell deeper in love with the opposite sex. The female body is beautiful. Thin, thick, curvy, toned...blonde, brunette, redheaded. Large breasts or small. I don’t have a preference. I’ve been with damn near every type of woman, and I appreciate them all in their own way.