Chapter Forty-Nine
Michaela
Lincoln trying to make the last time in this bed special didn’t scare me like it would’ve a week ago. I appreciated the desire, and wanted this to be a good memory, too.
Whatever happened in L.A.
Once his tongue was on my folds and his finger teasing my G-spot, nothing outside this moment existed. I wanted the orgasm and then I wanted him naked.
He took me to the brink, then stopped. And stood. “I need to be inside you,” he said in that tone that made my stomach flutter.
“Oh. Yes, please. Hurry.”
HurryMy beautiful drummer shed his jeans, I backed up fully on the bed, and he crawled over me. I wrapped my legs around him to welcome him in and we moaned at joining.
Almost came just from being filled.
“God, you’re hot.” He linked our hands, stretched me out
