Page 28 of Chasing Lynda

She takes my hand again and returns it to her breast. “I’m sure, Zane. My ex took away my power to choose at every turn. Like I told you, I can’t remember what he did to me. Just sometimes I have nightmares where he’s on top of me and I can’t breathe—but I don’t know if that’s a memory or just a nightmare. I’ve spent the last year trying to survive but I want to feel good. This is my choice for once. I’m attracted to you and I want you to kiss me and touch me. I want to see your face in my dreams rather than Aaron’s.”

That’s all I need to hear. I seize her lips again, slanting my mouth on hers and pushing forward until her back meets one of the steel pillars that support the pier.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” I pant, pushing my hard body against her soft one and dragging my lips down the delicate column of her neck.

“Shut up, Zane.” She moans breathlessly. “Less talking, more kissing.”

I’m about to lose my shit here. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life.

And if we hadn’t played that game and I didn’t know that she’s basically never had sex before? I’d fuck her right here, against this pillar, with dozens of people enjoying their night out on the boardwalk above us.

But I don’t think this would be right. If sex with me is going to be the first time she remembers, I want it to be special. Of course my body doesn’t want to hear about slowing down and my hips grind into her, eliciting another one of those soft, breathless moans that goes straight to my cock.

Not fucking her right this moment doesn’t mean that I have to completely stop, though. So I grind my hips again and murmur against her neck, “Lynda, do you want me to make you come?”

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Lynda

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HIS WORDS MAKE ME THROB with need, a need I don’t even totally understand.

I’ve never had an orgasm before, but I’m not about to tell Zane that I grew up with cameras in my room. That a lot of the crazy rules our church imposed on women were my father’s idea.

Being on the street, isn’t very conducive to self-exploration either. Do I trust Zane enough to see where he wants to take this? I don’t think he would willingly hurt me and I know he’d stop if I said no.

“Please Zane, make me come.”

He doesn’t make me ask twice as he hoists me up against the pillar by the back of my thighs.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I do as I’m told and the first push of his hips tells me why he lifted me up like this. In this position, my center is in direct contact with his hard on; the only thing that separates us are the thin layers of our clothes.

Zane kisses me again, swallowing my moans as he grinds into me harder and faster.

It feels so good that it almost hurts. There’s an especially sensitive spot right above my opening that’s throbbing and pulsing with every single one of his thrusts.

I begin undulating my hips in sync with his to increase the friction against it. It feels so good that I can barely breathe and yet every thrust feels better than the one before it.

“Oh God!” I cry out as I burst.

Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt wash over me and Zane keeps kissing me and grinding his hips, now slower, until it ebbs away.

“Wow, Zane! That was—” For once I’m speechless, so I fill the silence between us by kissing him again.

“Was it good enough that you’ll let me do it again?” he asks and I don’t even think about the implications of what he’s asking me.

“Fuck, yeah.” I smile.

He slowly sets me back onto my own two feet, taking care that my legs are firmly on the sand before letting go of my thighs.

“Next time I want to use my mouth, Lynda. I want to take all your clothes off and kiss every inch of your body until I get to taste you. I bet you taste sweeter than any milkshake or funnel cake.”

I giggle. “Then hopefully next time is right after a shower.”

His smile widens. “We could definitely arrange that and I’ll make you come in the shower too.”

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