"So does...this mean...you'll be my...girlfriend?"  Lincoln asked between hastily smacking lips as they tumbled through the front door.

Once the lock clicked, Brooke answered, grinning against his lips.  "I'm still...considering..."

A low grumble sounded from Lincoln's chest.  "I have to...convince you?"

"Mhmm."

"How?"

Hands wandered, tugged and curled around layers of clothing as they made their way down the hallway.  Shrouded in the shadows, Brooke pushed Lincoln away by his chest, grinning deviously at him.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

Arms criss crossed, Brooke pulled her sweater over her head, tossing it to the side and revealing the turquoise lace plunge bra beneath.  Again a low growl rumbled from Lincoln's chest.  In two steps he was before her, lips locked and kicking the bedroom door closed.

Scooping under her ass, Lincoln lifted, chuckling as Brooke giggled then dropped her to the bed following atop and staying hovered close.  Hands explored the soft curves of her skin, appreciatively squeezing her breasts, thumbs grazing the nipples through the lace bra.  All the while Brooke tugged at the buttons of his shirt.  Lincoln lifted off her only long enough to yank his shirt off.

Lips smacked, tongues dueled , the soft sounds mixing with their heavy breathing.  The tinkling of his belt joined the chorus followed shortly by his jeans falling to the floor.  Kissing his way down from Brooke's neck to chest, down her stomach, Lincoln paused to hook his thumbs at the top of her leggings then gave a firm tug revealing the lace panties that matched her bra.

"Ohhh, naughty girl," Lincoln chuckled, emerald orbs sparkling with lust flicked up to meet hers.

Brooke grinned down at him, heart hammering at the sight of him hovering between her legs.  "Do you miss the plaid?"

"I missed everything, Brooke," Emerald gems sparkling with the honestly he whispered, hands firmly gripping her hips as if she were his last meal.  "But this..."

"Don't let yourself think I did this for you," She chuckled, fingers raking roughly through his hair.

One dark eyebrow quirked.  "You didn't?"

Brooke shook her head, biting her lower lip.  "That dress was so tight I had to get lace lingerie so it wouldn't be seen.   You seeing it is merely a coincidence."

Glaring playfully, Lincoln's fingers danced along her sides, sending Brooke flailing into a laughing fit as he tickled her.  He had to stop when her squirming ground her soaked lace center over his throbbingly hard arousal.

"I've missed that laugh," Lincoln whispered, brushing his lips over hers.

Stroking his cheeks, Brooke smiled warmly, "I've missed your arms."

"Just my arms?"

"Well..." She stammered, cheeks flushing.  "You know...they did cut away that tree and...carry bags and..."

"Do this," He grinned, stroking down her hip to where her legs hugged his hips and rubbed at her center.

"Ahh yes..."  Arching off the bed, Brooke's eyes rolled closed, reveling in the sensations flooding her again.

Whimpering when he stopped, Brooke forced her eyes open to watch Lincoln peel her panties down then push off his boxers.  Excitement fluttered in her belly knowing this was happening between them again.  Teeth caught on her lower lip, Brooke scooted back further onto the bed, pulling the blankets back. With a devious grin, Lincoln followed but dipped his head down half way on his journey.

Again, Brooke arched off the bed, fingers curling into the sheets with one hand, the other grasping onto Lincoln's dark locks for an anchor.  Tongue lapping, spearing and swirling around her bud, Brooke came undone quickly under Lincoln's calculated attentions.  He took it all.

"I missed that, too," He grinned, climbing atop her again, knees nudging her legs open farther.

Breathless, Brooke cupped his cheeks.  "Me too."

Lining up at her entrance, emerald locked onto hazel, he began to rock forward stretching her slick heat.  Mouths dropping open, lips grazing, they joined, interlocking completely like perfect puzzle pieces.  Lincoln rested his forehead on Brooke's, breaths coming deep and ragged.

"God Brooke, I love you."

She inhaled a sharp breath, fingers gently raking through his hair, swallowing heavily before replying.  "You're just saying that because we're...you know..."

"No..." His head shook earnestly against her heated skin before he lifted up to meet her eyes again.  "I've been wanting to say it for so long and didn't.  I do love you, Brooke.  So much from the moment you stood up to me line dancing.  I want to handle all your awesome."

Tears glistened in her eyes listening to his heartfelt words.  "You think you can handle all my awesome?"

"I'd love to try."

"Good," She grinned.  "Then give it your best because I love you, too."

With a wide grin, Lincoln pulled his hips back then eased forward as Brooke rolled her eyes closed, moaning softly.  One hand on her outer thigh, the other holding himself up, Lincoln watched her face as he kept a steady, slow pace.

Back arching, legs hugging his hips, Brooke let herself get lost in this moment.  The quiet of her bedroom filled with a soft symphony of their tandem, dulcet moans.  Hands wandering down his strong back, she could feel every ripple of taut muscle as he rocked into her, warm breath fanning her neck with his quiet groans sweetly filling her ears.

Kisses peppered at her pulse trailed down her chest toward swelling globes aching for attention.  He did not disappoint.  With a groaned exhale, Lincoln engulfed his warm mouth around one of the peaks earning a sharper moan from Brooke.  Fingers roughly raking through Lincoln's hair encouraged hips to rock harder.  Switching to the sister globe, Brooke moaned louder feeling the knot in her belly begin to tighten.

"Ahh, Lincoln!"

"Yes, baby," He panted, rising to hover over her lips again.  "Me too."

Heels digging into his rear, Brooke needed, wanted more which Lincoln did not disappoint.  Emerald locked onto eyes closed in pleasure, he drove his hips on intentionally gliding over he bud with each pass.  Both panting, sweat glistening on their skin, Lincoln held himself up on both hands to gaze down at his lover.

"Open your eyes, Brooke," He demanded softly, breathing heavily.

She did, met with sparkling emerald gems.  "Hi."

"Hi," He grinned, diving for her parted, swollen lips.

Forehead pressed to hers, Lincoln rocked his hips harder as his own release tightened within.  Brooke's moans grew in volume and pitch, inner muscles clenching. 

"Ahh, Lincoln!"

Back arching into him, the knot burst sending her over the edge of bliss.  Grinning as he watched her face go slack with ecstacy, Lincoln continued his pace until his own release burst.

Panting heavily, Lincoln collapsed forward, laying his head on Brooke's heaving chest, arms tightening around her trembling form as her arms wrapped around his back.

"I do love you," Brooke declared, utterly breathless.  "I'm yours."

She felt Lincoln's lips turned upward into a smile.  "I love you, too."  Peppering kisses along her breasts, Lincoln rested his chin to peer up at her.  "I will tell you every chance I get to prove it wasn't the endorphins."

Both chuckled and repositioned to Lincoln laying behind Brooke, tucking her to press against his back.  Soon sleep took over them both.

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