Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Heaven knows I wasn’t a stranger to the world of fairy tales and fantasy. Those things had helped me survive a life that had been anything but magical. But being here, being with Lincoln, was proving to push my beliefs into the realm of impossibilities.
“You’re trembling.”
That was exactly what I found so hard to accept. I’d never had a man pay close attention to me. Sure, I’d been at the center of their discussion, had been the object of their derision as they pulled out every one of my infractions and spoke of my imperfections as easily as if they were tallying up the score of their most recent round of golf. Hell, I didn’t even take that much effort as it was their caddies who did that math.
But never had that attention made me feel the things I was feeling now.
“Babygirl, don’t cry. You’re safe here. I’ve got you,” Lincoln said.
I hadn’t even been aware I’d started crying until I saw the tear drop on his chest. And now I was about to ruin this as well. I opened my mouth to assure him I wasn’t afraid and then realized that would be a fib. I was scared. Not of him, never of him. He’d been looking after me since the first summer I’d arrived. But still, I was terrified that despite what he’d said in the tub, this wasn’t going to last beyond tonight.
Then let tonight be enough.
It would never be, but if it was all I had, it was still the best gift I’d ever been given.
Pushing thoughts of my father and Roland away, I bent down and licked the tear up. At his sharp inhalation, I left the past behind, left thoughts of the future for later consideration, and concentrated on the here and now.
I licked a trail across his chest, no longer tasting my tears, but memorizing the taste of this man. Funny how I’d have been able to recognize his scent if in a cave so black no vision was possible. Even when he’d been a boy, I could detect the scent of leather mingled with freshly laundered cotton. I could close my eyes and inhale the smell of sunshine and hay. Sweat and horses was an aroma that had identified him as a boy and marked him as the cowboy he’d been destined to become.
But this was the first taste I’d had.
I took my time, dropping lower down his body a mere fraction of an inch at a time. My tongue traced over muscles and the pebbled buds of his nipples. My teeth took their first nibble and I learned that gooseflesh had its own special essence undetectable to others perhaps, but I’d never forget its flavor. I traveled back and forth over his chest as I moved down his ribs, before learning the taste of the black hair that formed a trail to what I knew would be the center of my feast.
His moans were the accompaniment to my repast, his inhalations the score, the fingers he slipped into my hair the conductor’s baton that didn’t demand, simply provided a focus. I let his song play in my head as I once again took hold of his cock and felt it jerk in my palm. My smile curled my lips as I began to place little kisses up its length until I reached the crown. Then, my tongue took over as I broadened it to take a long, slow swipe across the glossy head and it was my turn to moan as the pure ambrosia of Lincoln burst on my tongue.
It was only then that I shifted my view from his cock up his body until I found his eyes. Eyes I found I knew as intimately as I did my own as I’d seen them in my dreams for years. For the first time, the melody hitched as I lost myself in the cobalt-blue depths of pure lust and could that truly be promise? It wasn’t a tug or a pull that led me back from the abyss of the unknown. It was a simple caress of his fingers as they slid from my curls to stroke my cheek.
I leaned into his touch and felt him give the answer without words. For at least now, he was all mine.
Keeping my gaze locked on his, I opened my lips and engulfed the mushroom head of his cock. I felt the music soar to new heights as I watched his eyes fluttering closed, his body tensing for the slightest moment before he relaxed into the mattress. Smiling, I used my tongue to circle around his crown before taking more into my mouth, my tongue never ceasing to lick, to taste before I slurped off his cock and watched his eyes open as if it took effort to do so.