Page 100 of Chasing Lynda

That’s the sign I was waiting for. I shift her underneath me, angling her so that I can go deeper, making sure that my shaft drags over her clit with every thrust of my hips.

I keep her head nestled in my hand as I cover her upper body with kisses while I take her with one deep thrust after the other.

“Fuck Lynda,” I grind out giving her every inch of me. “You’re so tight, so fucking perfect.”

Her answer is a soft moan and a thrust of her own to meet my movements as her hands grab my buttocks to push me further into her wet heat.

Her inner walls are tightening around me, squeezing me every time I surge into her and I know that I don’t have long. “Lynda, I’m gonna come,” I say as I’m hanging by a thread, my muscles tense to the breaking point in the effort to delay the inevitable.

“Me too.” She pants with another grind of her hips and I need to be sure that this is as good for her as it is for me.

I tap my palm on her center as I thrust hard one last time, pressing myself into her to give her maximum friction.

She snaps with a surprised little gasp and that’s the end of me. I explode inside of her, holding her tight against me until the last drop.

I touch my lips to hers as the last few waves of our orgasms ebb away. “Are you all right, beautiful?” I ask.

I’m terrified when she shakes her head, still cradled in the palm of my hand. “This was the way I always dreamed my first time would be,” she says softly. “On the beach, with a hot guy. Someone I felt attracted to and who knew what he was doing and made it good for me.”

I swallow, ready to do anything to make amends if I let her down. “Lynda, I—”

Her lips twitch in a barely repressed smile. “You were perfect, Carter. You made it good for me and you made me feel excited and safe at the same time.”

“Then why—” I’m at a loss as to why she was shaking her head.

“What they never tell you in the romance novels and in the movies is that sex on the beach might be hot and romantic but the damn sand gets literally everywhere.” She wiggles her butt, giving me another squeeze and I feel it where we’re still joined. There’s something slightly coarse and abrasive mixed with the sleekness of our combined pleasure.

“Do you feel that? I think we have sand where I didn’t think it was possible to have any.”

I withdraw from her, scooping her into my arms and getting up in a smooth, single movement.

“We can fix that.” I promise, running into the dark, calm sea.

“Carter!” She squeals. “Oh my God, you asshole! It’s fucking freezing!”

I chuckle, lowering her into the chest deep water but keeping her against my chest.

I support her weight when she wraps her thighs against my hips. “I’ll keep you warm, beautiful,” I promise, dragging my stiff length over the smooth skin of her tight, perfect pussy.

“Carter!” Her eyes widen, reflecting the bright full moon. “I can’t believe you’re hard again!”

I lift her into the water, making her hover over my tip. “This should keep the sand out of unwanted places.”

She pushes herself down, embracing me into her warm, wet heat.

“Let’s see if we can live up to your romance novels, then,” I whisper, seizing her lips as I bury myself inside her to the hilt.

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Lynda

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MAYBE WISHES COME TRUE.

That’s the thought that crosses my mind as Carter finishes applying sunscreen on my shoulders and bops the tip of my nose with a creamed up index finger.

“There you go, beautiful! We don’t want that pretty face to get sunburn, right?” He smiles, placing a soft kiss on my closed lips.

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