Page 57 of Chasing Lynda

I lower the zipper that closes the front of my dress with trembling fingers. I feel his gaze on my body and it’s an exhilarating feeling.

This might not have a chance in hell to become more than one night of lust, but to me it’s everything.

Everything I need. I feel sexy, I feel safe and I’m choosing this. Tonight I’m choosing Dodge.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, Lynda,” he utters, as his eyes caress me before he can even touch me.

The way he’s looking at me dissolves the last remnants of doubt that this is the right thing.

I might not technically be a virgin, but this is my first time. The only first time I’ll fully remember, the first time I’ve let someone in; quite literally.

I kiss him, leaning slightly down on his chest. His skin is as smooth and soft as it looks.

We make quick work of his belt and pants, with our mouths still fused together, my hands roving over his hard body until I stop to trace the V carved into his lower hips. I then hook my fingers into the waistband of his navy blue boxer briefs.

I’ve never seen a naked man before and I suspect that Dodge is as perfect as one could get.

I could feel how hard he was beneath me on the couch and now that I look at him, he’s also much bigger than I thought.

I run the tip of my index finger along his long, thick shaft, marveling at the warm, velvety skin. There are a few raised veins and his skin, whiter there than on the rest of his body, flushes pink at the tip.

He inhales deeply when I reach the bit under his crown, and that’s the softest skin I’ve ever felt.

Dodge scoots slightly up, setting his big hands on my hips and dragging me closer. When his erection rubs against my panty clad center, the low buzzing throb I’ve been feeling since he started kissing me turns into a rush of violent heat between my legs.

“Oh.” I gasp as he circles one of my hard nipples with the tip of his tongue and then sucks it into his hot mouth. “That feels—”

He smiles with his mouth still on me. “I love your tits, Lynda. They’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

I blush, slightly embarrassed when I realize that he’s been looking at me just as much as I’ve done with him; but I quickly get over that feeling when Dodge grazes my nipple with his teeth, to then immediately lash out at it with his tongue. My mind is completely blank, my entire world right now is reduced to the tip of my nipple in his mouth and the spot between my legs that’s throbbing with every lick and suck he gives me.

He devotes the same attention to my other breast and I’m all but ready to melt into a puddle of goo.

“This ok, sexy girl?” He breathes out as his mouth travels back up my neck, searching for mine and his fingers begin lowering the white, lace thong I found in the bag with the dress.

I nod, unable to make a sound, thanking all the gods that I thought about shaving everywhere when I took a quick shower before changing for the photo shoot.

As I lift my hips to help Dodge slide my panties down my legs, I again risk losing my balance and it’s impossible to miss his pained expression as he jolts forward to keep me from rolling off the bed.

“Dodge,” I whisper, encouraging him to lean back onto the pillows propped against the headboard of his bed. “I don’t want you to get hurt worse than you already are. Let me do all the work. Please?”

His hands cup my face as he touches his lips to mine in a soft, slow kiss. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the entire world. I’m all yours, Lynda.”

I nod, swallowing the knot of anxiety that has suddenly lodged itself in my throat. I talk a big game but it’s not like I know what the fuck I’m actually doing. I mean, I know in theory. I must’ve heard Kelley and his friends talk about their hookups in detail so many times, that in theory I’m an expert. But before Carter yesterday morning, I’d never even kissed anyone. Because I’m definitely not counting any of the stuff Aaron did to me on our wedding day, however fuzzy the memory.

I take him into my hand, stroking him slowly, in a way that I hope feels good. I’ve heard the guys complain countless times about girls going too fast when they were blowing them or giving them a hand job.

I must be doing something right, because Dodge closes his eyes and gets harder and harder in my hand, until a bead of clear liquid begins to appear on his small opening.

“Lynda,” he pants. “If you keep at it, I’m going to be done really soon.”

I stop moving, because I want to go all the way. I want this memory next time I’m going to feel lonely or scared.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask.

I’ve managed to stay on birth control by using the fake ID Kelley got me when we were at school, but I’d rather be safe. I can’t risk a pregnancy or an STD when my only access to medical care is the planned parenthood type clinics of whatever place I happen to be at;

“In the nightstand,” he offers, and I lean over to grab the box of condoms.

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