tomorrow morning. I love the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof, especially at night when I’m in bed. It’s soothing and calming. What I don’t like—and haven’t since I was a child—are thunderstorms. Unfortunately, one is headed our way. Tonight’s going to be a rough night.
Thankfully, I haven’t passed my fear onto Gray or Gemma. They normally sleep like the dead during thunderstorms. Unlike me, who probably won’t get a wink of sleep unless I take a sleeping pill. The last several years I’ve had problems getting to sleep at night. Once I’m out, I’m good, but it’s getting to sleep that’s the issue.
Walking slowly down the hallway—because my stupid legs are getting worse—I peek my head inside both of the kids’ rooms, checking to make sure they’re okay. I smile when I enter my and Lincoln’s room and hear the shower still going. Setting my tea and Anna’s journal on the nightstand, I pull off my shirt as I walk toward the partially open door. Seeing the silhouette of Lincoln’s back through the shower curtain has my body heating. I drop my panties and slowly pull back the curtain.
With his head tipped back and his eyes closed while he rinses shampoo from his hair, he doesn’t hear my approach. I quietly walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, my breasts pressing against his back, and my pelvis meets his firm ass.
“Mmm…,” he hums, his arms dropping to his sides and reaching back to palm my ass. “Feels good, baby.”
I press a kiss to the center of his back, then lick away some of the water droplets. He tastes good, like he always does.
He spins around, grabbing my hips to move me under the spray. Once my hair is wet, he leans down for a kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I get to my tippy toes. Our bodies are pressed together, and it feels ridiculously amazing. I moan into his mouth, and heat hits my core when one of his hands bypasses my ass and delves between my legs. He flicks the tip of his finger across my clit before dipping it inside me.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmurs huskily.
“Always.”
He fingers me for a few minutes, bringing me closer to orgasm, but I don’t want to go off yet. There’s something else I want more right now.
I pull my lips away and let my hands slowly drag down his chest, flicking his nipples with my nails. I push him backward until the back of his knees hit the little bench inside the shower. His brows shoot up as he takes a seat.
“What are you up to?” he asks, his voice that growly sound that always turns me on. I love listening to Lincoln use his sexy voice.
I smile prettily down at him, tossing him a wink. “I’m sure you can figure it out. There are only a few things we ever use that bench for.”
His eyes flare with desire and his hands bite around the edge of said bench. When I slowly get to my knees before him, he lets out a deep groan.
Sliding my hands up his thighs, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue from the root of his cock to the tip. Satisfaction and empowerment settles in my system when he hisses out a breath. I may be the one on my knees, but I’m always the one in control when I go down on Lincoln.
Fingers filtering through my hair, he gathers the long mass in one hand and pushes it over one of my shoulders. I peek up at him when I take the head into my mouth, my tongue flicking the slit on the tip, and find his intense gray eyes on me. Like me, Lincoln likes to watch when I go down on him. We both find it highly erotic to see the other like this.
His grunt of pleasure when I take him to the back of my throat has moisture pooling between my legs. I’m tempted to reach down and play with myself, but my pleasure is his to give me. At least tonight I want it to be. Of course, just watching his face gives me extreme satisfaction.
I feel the pulse in his shaft, and I know he’s close. Anticipation for tasting his essence has my stomach quivering.
One moment I’m on my knees before him with his dick in my mouth, the next I’m hauled up and straddling his lap on