Page 30 of On Thin Ice (Calgary Mounties #1)
I tip my face forward to look down at him, watching while he moves from one breast to the other, before he lifts me back up.
I quickly scramble to find my footing while he rises to his feet in front of me.
But I needn’t have bothered, because seconds later, my feet are off the floor, my legs wrapped around his waist while he carries me into the bedroom.
Kissing me gently, he lowers me down to sit on the edge of the bed, and I reach forward to undo his belt, my face tilted up towards his.
He keeps his gaze locked on mine as I undo the clasp by feel, the hunger in his eyes almost predatory once I get it undone and begin working on the fly of his jeans.
His erection presses against the fabric, and I can’t resist the temptation, running my hand over it, smirking when he hisses between his teeth.
A dangerous glint appears in his eye, and he pushes me back on the bed before straddling my thighs, one hand holding my wrists high above my head while he claims my mouth once again. Arching my back, my breasts press against his chest in my need to feel every inch of him.
He slides his way down my body, his knees dropping to the floor before he presses a kiss to my abdomen and undoes my jeans, peeling them off my legs along with my underwear.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for months,” he says, his voice full of awe while he takes in the view of me lying on my back, my legs draped over his shoulders where he placed them.
The sight of this beautiful man on his knees before me sets off a fluttering sensation in my stomach.
He lowers his head and presses kisses to the inside of both my thighs, reaching to stroke his thumb gently over my clit.
A low growl rumbles through him when I gasp, my hips lifting slightly off the bed.
Seconds later, his mouth is on me, and I throw my head back while he grazes the sensitive nub with his teeth, before sucking it between his lips.
Unable to hold myself back, I reach down to grip his hair, grinding myself against his face shamelessly.
He chuckles and sucks harder, his tongue swiping over me as he changes the pace intermittently, teasing me with his mouth.
My other hand covers my mouth as I cry out, and he pulls his head away for a moment.
“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you scream when I make you come.”
Jesus, who would have thought my golden retriever could be so commanding?!
I let my hand slip away, and he returns to his task, sliding one finger, then a second, inside me.
He finds my g-spot and strokes it while increasing the pressure with his tongue, and within seconds, I can feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm growing.
But this orgasm feels unlike any I’ve ever had before.
None of my previous sexual partners ever had the skill that this man does, and when I come, it’s with a scream, his name exploding from my lips while my back arches fully off the bed.
“Hell yeah, that’s what I wanted,” he says, grinning up at me while I struggle to breathe.
“My god, you are way too good at that,” I reply, pressing a hand to my chest to feel my heart racing.
He laughs, rising to his feet to lean over me, brushing his lips against mine. I taste myself on him, which normally freaks me out. But when it comes to kissing Lincoln, I don’t care.
He moves to the suitcases at the door, and I rise up on to my elbows to watch as he rifles through his bag, producing an unopened box of condoms. He tosses them on the bed beside me before quickly removing the rest of his clothes.
When I run my eyes over his ripped physique, my breath is taken away by just how perfect he is.
He smirks, watching the way my eyes trail over each individual muscle.
My gaze moves lower, following the path of the V that points directly to his very, very impressive erection.
When he comes back to stand in front of me, I sit up, taking him in my hand while I keep my eyes on his, biting my lip to keep from grinning when he groans.
I move my hand back and forth a few times, before taking him in my mouth and swirling my tongue over the tip while he hisses between his teeth.
He reaches around to pull my hair back away from my face, his gaze turning feral when he thrusts his hips forward a few times.
My eyes start to water when he hits the back of my throat, and he pulls out, grabbing the condoms. He tears into the plastic wrapper and removes a foil packet from the box, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling the latex over his shaft, watching me the entire time.
“I want you on your knees, princess. Turn around and hold onto the headboard.”
My insides quiver while I follow his instructions, the anticipation almost too much. I’ve never had someone speak to me like this in the bedroom, with so much confidence and dominance, and it seems as though he’s unlocked a kink I wasn’t aware I had.
Once I’m on my knees with my hands gripping the ornate headboard, he moves behind me, running a firm hand down my back before gripping both my hips .
“Hold on, Addie.”
I barely have a chance to prepare myself before he’s slowly pushing himself inside me, and I gasp before a moan escapes my lips. He’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever had, and while it takes me a moment to adjust to his size, when he reaches around to stroke my clit, I relax into him.
“That’s it. Just like that. I’m going to move now,” he murmurs, and I’m functioning enough to hear the strain in his voice.
I look back over my shoulder to see the muscles in his neck go taut, and I can tell he’s holding back.
“Fuck me, Lincoln,” I whimper, needing him to let go.
He gives me a feral grin, pulling back slowly before surging forward, and my grip on the headboard tightens. He begins thrusting hard, continuing to rub my clit while I press back against him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Am I fucking you to your liking, Addie?”
I look back over my shoulder again. “Harder.”
As the word slips from my lips, he unleashes, driving me forward when his hips slam against my ass.
He reaches forward and grabs my hair, firm but without inflicting pain, and pulls me upright so that my back is flush against his chest. He grips my upper body with one arm, his other hand resting against my collarbone, dominating me without being rough.
“I’ve been imagining all the ways I would take you, Addie.” The arm around my chest shifts, and his fingers return to my clit while he continues to keep his hand just below my throat.
I’ve never let anyone touch me like this before. The idea of someone’s hands near my throat during sex always made me uncomfortable. But Lincoln doesn’t put any pressure on my skin, just holding me still while he thrusts into me, and I lean back into him, moaning with each movement.
“I’m going to take you like this. Then, once you’ve come, I’m going to fuck you against the wall.
And in the shower. And bend you over the back of the couch.
I want to take you with your hands pressed against the window while you look out at the view and scream my name while I claim every inch of you. ”
My entire body shudders, his words doing all sorts of things to my insides. He increases the pressure on my clit, and my moans grow louder while he continues to tell me all the ways he’s going to fuck me while we’re here, and I finally explode, my cries ripping through the room.
He thrusts a few more times while I regain my breath, before pulling out and turning me around, kissing me hard.
“Watching you come is my new favourite thing.”
I bite my lip again, having worked out that it sends him crazy. “Even more than hockey?”
“Even more than breathing,” he replies, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling me around to straddle his lap.
I ease myself down onto his erection and begin riding him, watching his pupils dilate as I swirl my hips.
He doesn’t let me control it for long though, standing up and holding me steady while he walks me towards the wall, pressing my back against it.
Once I’m in the right position, he holds me still and begins thrusting into me.
I surrender to him entirely, gasping and moaning while he uses me how he wants, his eyes locked on mine, and the muscles in his neck strain even further when he gets closer to his own release.
Seconds later, his hips snap forward one final time before he presses his lips to my neck, moaning my name when he comes.
We stay like that for a few heartbeats, each fighting to regain our breath while we cling to one another.
And I wonder how I’ll ever be the same again.