I’ve never been one of those women who sits in front of a mirror and examines her kitty. It’s always been a strange concept to me. It’s not like I’m a virgin and I’ve never been touched there. It’s just typically sex that unfolds in the same trail of events—making out, five seconds of finger foreplay, and then sex. Never have I been with a man wanting as much foreplay as Lincoln.

Also, never have I wanted foreplay as much as I want with Lincoln.

My muscles are quivering, my body tingling with need for this man. At this point, I’ll allow him to do anything, stick his face anywhere, to get relief from the pleasure streaming through me, begging to be released.

Those other guys?

They never kissed me like that.

Never touched me like this.

Never made my body burn hot.

Never made me want to push away all my boundaries.

My ribs tighten as I spread my thighs more, providing plenty of room for him to have his way with me.

Chills cover my naked body when his mouth leaves my clit, and his skilled tongue slides through my folds, sending a rush of shivers through my body. I inhale a deep breath, unsure what to expect. This is the moment when I made the last guy stop.

It felt too personal.

Too intimate.

Which is funny because I was getting intimate with the guy.

As I brace myself, Lincoln shoves the tip of his tongue inside me. My back shoots off the bed as a desire I’ve never experienced courses through my blood.

Lincoln licks.

He sucks.

I’m on fire.

This is what the hell I’ve been missing?

How was I so stupid not to want this?

I arch my back and release a moan.

Who am I kidding?

No way would it have felt like this with any other man.

Bursts of pleasure ride through me as I gasp. “This feels amazing.”

He doesn’t lift his head, but he does raise his voice as he says, “Do you like that?” against my core.

The room grows hot when he shoves a thick finger inside me and then another in addition to his tongue.

My breaths knock from my lungs in harsh pants, nearly fracturing my ribs, as I try not to come yet. As badly as I want to drag this out for as long as possible, I’m dying for a release. Delving my hand into his thick hair, I grip it tight. Not to stop him this time, but to hold his mouth there as I ride his face.

My hips buck against his mouth as he gives me everything I need and more.

When he plays with my clit, a wave of pleasure rockets through me.

It’s over.

I’m coming on his mouth with no regrets of allowing this to happen.