I run my fingers through Lincoln’s soft hair and watch his chest rise and fall. We’ve slept together countless times over the last few months, but I’ve never taken the time to sit back and just watch him. We’d occasionally wake up twisted in each other’s arms, but most of the time I’d wake up and he’d already be gone, or I’d be out of his bed long before his alarm was set to go off.
But I like it this way better.
Lincoln stirs beside me and pulls me deeper into his arms. I smile when he buries his face in my neck and hums deep in his throat.
“You smell like me,” his sleepy voice rumbles.
“Hmm. I wonder why?”
“You staying home and studying again today?” he asks, his hand sliding down my leg.
“Yes. But I’ve got a study group this afternoon. I probably won’t be home until late.”
“With Abby?”
“And a few other people from class.”
“Where?”
“Where we always study, the Houston Public Library.”
When I was in school I used to study at the college library in Heaven, but my study partners either live in Houston or closer to Houston than Heaven, which is convenient since I’ve been staying with Lincoln.
“Who will be there?”
“The normal group. Abby, Emily, Taryn, Jack, Tyler, and Phillip.”
Hooking his hand under my knee, Lincoln draws my leg up and back, draping it over his. His fingers slide between my folds. “Christ, you’re wet.”
I reach for his cock and guide it to my entrance. “And you’re hard.”
“I’m always hard when you’re around. What are you doing, babe?” he asks when I arch my back, allowing the tip of his cock to dip inside.
“I want you inside of me.”
His big hand kneads my breast, which is surprisingly sensitive. “Is my girl horny?”
“I’m always horny when you’re around.”
“No way in hell am I letting you go to a study group with a bunch of dudes when you’re turned on.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m jealous. I always hated when you went to those damn study groups. I’d be stuck at home wondering if they were looking at you and craving you the way I do.”
“They weren’t.”
“Bullshit. Today I want you to smell like me when you sit down at the table with them. I want them to know you’re taken and who you belong to.”
I don’t know why I like that so much, but I do.
“I want that too.”
He slides into me from behind, his thick cock filling me completely. But it’s when he rolls me over onto my stomach, pressing all of his weight down on me that I really feel the strength and power of his body, as well as the hold he has on me. My blood fills with an unfamiliar need, a need to be taken—owned. And I welcome the burn that simmers just beneath my skin.
With a hand on either side of my head, he props himself up and starts to push in and out of me, but it isn’t enough, so I tug on his wrist causing him to fall on top of me. Lincoln is huge, much bigger than me, and the weight of his body forces me into the mattress.