Ihaven’t heard from Lincoln since he left for work this morning. Honestly, I didn’t want him to get out of bed, but duty calls. One day, this will be our normal. Or at least I hope. Waking up next to him every morning would be an absolute blessing although, I’m not sure how we will ever be able to keep our hands off each other. Most nights I have luxury of having multiple orgasms, and a girl could get used to that.
As I lay in bed, surrounded by the lingering scent of his cologne, I can't help but replay last night's passionate encounter in my mind. The way his strong hands caressed my body, the taste of his lips on mine, the electricity that coursed through me with each touch. I shiver with delight at the memory.
My phone buzzes. It's a text from Lincoln: "Missing you already. Can't wait to come home to you." My heart flutters, and a smile spreads across my face. I type back a flirty response, already counting down the hours until he returns. I force myself out of bed, my body still delightfully sore from this morning. As I go about my afternoon, I find myself daydreaming about our future together. A home, lazy Sunday mornings. The thought of building a life with Lincoln fills me with a warmth.
By the time evening rolls around, I'm practically buzzing. I hear his key in the lock, and my pulse quickens. As he walks through the door, our eyes meet, and without a word, we're in each other's arms. His lips find mine, and I know that tonight will be just as magical as the last.
Lincoln's hands roam my body, reacquainting himself with every curve and contour. I melt into his embrace, drinking in his familiar scent and the feeling of his solid frame against mine. We barely make it to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in our wake.
As we fall onto the bed, Lincoln's eyes lock with mine, full of desire and something deeper – a tenderness that makes my heart soar. He takes his time, worshipping my body with his hands and mouth, building the tension until I'm trembling beneath him.
“I missed you today,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I tilt my face up to meet his gaze. “I missed you too. But coming home to this makes the separation worth it.”
His phone rings and I groan. “Seriously, what bad fucking timing.”
“Sorry, my love.”
He answers, but all he says is thank you and hangs up.
“Um, hello? Who was that?”
He smiles. “Just a surprise, but I can’t tell you until it’s concrete. Until then…”
He trails kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. I arch into his touch, desperate for more. His hands and mouth seem to be everywhere at once, setting my body on fire. I lose myself in the sensations, in the pleasure that only Lincoln can give me.
As Lincoln's lips continue their tantalizing journey across my skin, I can barely focus on anything else. But a tiny part of my mind still wonders about that mysterious phone call. Whatsurprise could he be planning? The curiosity mingles with the waves of pleasure washing over me, creating an intoxicating cocktail of emotions.
“Lincoln,” I breathe, running my fingers through his hair. “You're killing me with suspense. Both with your touch and this secret.”
He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “Patience, my love. Good things come to those who wait.”
His words are punctuated by a particularly well-placed kiss that makes me gasp. I decide to let the mystery go for now, surrendering myself fully to the moment. Lincoln's hands ghost over my sides, his touch both soothing and electrifying. I pull him closer, craving the feel of his body against mine.
Our lovemaking is slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to our frenzied passion from the night before. Every touch, every kiss feels like a silent promise of our future together. As we move in perfect synchronicity, I'm struck by how right this feels – how right we feel together.
Later, as we lie tangled in the sheets, basking in the afterglow, Lincoln traces lazy patterns on my skin. The comfortable silence is broken only by our steadying breaths.
“You know, I’ve been thinking.”
I prop myself up on an elbow, looking into his eyes. “Oh? About what?”
He takes a deep breath, and I can see a mix of excitement and nervousness in his expression. “About us. About our future.”
My heart begins to race. Could this be related to the mysterious phone call? I try to keep my voice steady as I reply, “What about our future?”
Lincoln sits up, taking my hands in his. “I know we haven't been together for very long, but I've never been more certain of anything in my life. You're it for me.”
I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he continues.
“I want this – us – every day. Waking up next to you, coming home to you. I want it all, for the rest of our lives.”
His words scare me a bit. Of course, I want that, but he’s right. We haven’t been together that long. Is it crazy that I’ve so in love with him after only a short time? My heart knows he is it for me. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. “How about we get some sleep and we can talk more about our future tomorrow?”
He pulls me into his chest, and his breathing evens out.
Chapter Twenty
