Page 118 of Chasing Lynda

I’m waiting to see what he does, expecting him to lift her onto his lap.

But he doesn’t.

When our eyes meet, Dodge says, “Bennett.”

I stare at him like a deer in front of headlights for a second and then I realize that he’s saying I should do it. I should fuck Lynda.

The air in the bathroom is full of steam from the hot water in the tub and crackling with electricity.

The attraction we feel for the woman between us is more than obvious and yet, the air is also filled up with doubt.

Because I don’t want to do anything she doesn’t want, but I know better than to assume, that’s the only sure way to ruin the moment.

“Lynda,” I ask with my lips against hers. “Who do you want?”

And as usual, my girl is clear on what she wants. “I want you both.”

This time I don’t hesitate. I seize her lips in a slow, deep kiss, pulling her closer to me until her back is almost flush with my chest.

My hands guide her by the hips, lifting her just so that my hard cock is lined up with her entrance. “Do you like it from behind, GT?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it that way. But I want you to show me, Bennett.”

Oh, shit.

The heat in her blue eyes is enough to get me to embarrass myself, but there’s no way I’m going to blow it. Dodge would never let me live it down if I came before I’m even inside of her; and it’s not even that I’m worried about my reputation, I just want to make Lynda feel good.

I pull her down on me, as my hips push forward. The first contact with her soft, warm skin is so perfect that I feel my dick twitch with desire.

That’s nothing compared to the feeling of being sheathed in her tight, wet heat though.

I give her a second to get used to being stretched by my invasion, rubbing soothing circles on the soft skin of her hips.

Her inner walls contract around me, squeezing me in a way that sends a zap of electric pleasure right down my spine; and that’s my cue to start moving.

I start by drawing back slowly and then letting myself sink back into her gradually.

I do it a few times, until she opens up to me more and more, welcoming me inside her as deep as her body will allow.

“Oh, Bennett.” She moans and as she’s pushed forward by my thrusts, she almost loses her balance in the tub.

“Don’t worry, sexy girl. I got you.” Dodge surges forward, putting Lynda’s hands on his shoulders to keep her steady. Now I don’t need to worry about her falling forward, so I concentrate on her body, finding a rhythm to my thrusts.

It’s Dodge’s turn to kiss Lynda’s lips, swallowing her moans while I explore her body in the most intimate way there is.

The reason why I’m good at this isn’t that I’ve fucked a lot of women or that I’m quite blessed when it comes to size.

I like making it good for my girl. Half my pleasure comes from knowing that the person I’m with is feeling as good as I am.

So that’s why I’ve been always paying attention to a woman’s anatomy, to the different textures inside her body.

I treated sex a little like a science, learning that not all pussies are the same. Now I’m feeling my way inside Lynda to find that little spongy spot that I know will get her off.

I smile when my tip rubs against it for the first time and I’m immediately rewarded with a gush of wetness and by her walls tightening around me in a vice-like grip.

I keep moving in and out of her, grinding my hips downward every time I hit that particular spot.

The sensation is so good that I grind my teeth with the effort to keep going long enough. I listen to her labored breathing, plunging deep inside of her every time she inhales.

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