Page 99 of Chasing Lynda

“You weren’t lying when you said that you’re really big, Carter,” she says breathlessly.

“Are you having second thoughts, beautiful?” I ask, praying that she isn’t.

She shakes her head. “No. I know you’ll be gentle and that you’ll take care of me.”

Those must be the sexiest and the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

“Always, beautiful,” I whisper, running two gentle fingers over the smooth, bare skin of her slit. “And you’re so fucking wet for me. You’ve no idea how hot that is.”

She rocks into my touch, arching her back as I part her soft skin with deft fingertips, looking for her most sensitive spot.

“Oh, my God.” She moans when I rub a few lazy circles over her clit, applying just enough pressure.

“Let me get something ...” I say, bending down to smooth my t-shirt over the damp sand and looking for a condom in my pocket at the same time. “Oh, shit! I thought I had one but ... wanna go back to the house?”

I see the doubt in her blue eyes and I think that I’ve blown it. I don’t have a condom with me and Lynda is hesitant to agree to put our clothes back on and go to one of our rooms.

Her next words surprise me. “I’ve only ever had sex with two men, Carter. One was Dodge and the other one—”

It’s impossible to miss the shudder that works its way through her body and my resolve to kill her ex if we ever cross paths is cemented in my mind.

“The point is,” she continues, “Dodge and I used protection. The other one was eighteen months ago. I’m clean and on birth control. If you—”

“I’ve always used protection, beautiful. And if you trust me, I do too.”

She nods, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and I can’t help but nipping at it to make her release it.

I suck gently on the supple, plump skin of her mouth as I scoop her into my arms and deposit her onto my t-shirt.

My lips follow my eyes in roving over her beautiful body and she arches her back to give me better access.

I drag my mouth down the column of her neck and shoulders, reaching the sweet swell of her breasts.

She gasps when I swirl my tongue around one of her nipples and I add a light suction when she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Carter,” she begs and I don’t make her ask twice.

I’m lined up with her entrance, the head of my cock is nudging against her wet core.

I take care of going as slow as I can, pushing into her inch by excruciatingly delicious inch, giving her time to adjust to my invasion.

I cradle the back of her head with one of my hands, holding her leg over my hip with the other.

I push inside of her, feeling her melt around me, warm and tight until our bodies are flush together.

I don’t dare move, both because I need to know that I’m not hurting her, and because she feels so fucking amazing that I’m at risk of embarrassing myself big time.

She touches her lips to mine with a soft sigh that makes me harden inside her; the squeeze of her inner walls is all the encouragement I need to know that I can start moving.

I do so gently, rocking my hips and grinding against her and I’m rewarded with a “oh” that spurs me on to rear back and surge into her a few times.

We soon get into a rhythm and I take care of keeping my thrusts shallow until I’m sure that she can take all of me.

“Carter,” she pants, tightening her inner walls in a delicious way that sends a wave of electric pleasure straight to my balls.

“Do you want more, beautiful?” I grind with my lips on hers as I dare going a little deeper.

“You feel so good,” she utters softly, leaving my lips to bite into my shoulder.

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