Page 58 of Chasing Lynda

I don’t comment on the fact that he keeps some there, I bet he has a line of girls outside his door on any given night.

“Do you want me to?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“Let me. Just lie back.”

His fingers tighten on my hips, massaging me gently as I open the foil packet and take out the latex circle.

I fumble with it for a second, trying to decide which way it rolls down and then I place it on his tip, using my fingers to roll the condom down his shaft.

I press the small amounts of excess latex as far as it’ll go at the base of Dodge’s cock and he hisses, squirming a little under my touch.

“Am I doing something wrong?” I ask worried.

His eyes are darkened by the same desire and need that’s coursing through me. “No, sexy girl. It feels too fucking good whenever you touch me. I’m seriously trying not to embarrass myself.”

I smile. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel less nervous about my inexperience. “Dodge,” I say softly, “Let’s just enjoy each other, without worrying about being cool or shit like that. Not that it should matter to you, because we barely know each other but ... I’ve only slept with one person before tonight.”

He doesn’t even try to hide his surprise. “Only one person? How—”

I silence him with a finger on his lips. “I don’t want to talk about him. That’s in the past. What I want is this. You. Tonight.”

Dodge’s gaze bores into me with an intensity that makes me feel more naked and exposed than I already am; but I guess it’s ok, if I’m doing this, I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and I don’t answer him.

I fumble with his sheathed hard-on, lifting my hips until I hover over him, and my entrance is aligned with his tip.

If I was expecting any pain, I’m relieved that there isn’t any.

I’m so wet that he easily glides inside me and I’m soon resting on him, my thighs touching his lean hips.

Our eyes are still locked and I stop to think for a second that this is as close as you can get to someone. We’re fused into one body and I can feel his pulse as my tits rub against his chest and inside me, as he fills me, touching my inner walls.

“Lynda,” he whispers, taking my lips in a soft, slow kiss.

I grind my hips once, twice and his breath hitches while he hardens even more inside me.

It feels good, so I keep moving on top of him, trying different angles and speeds and repeating the movements that get a better reaction from Dodge.

He’s still propped against his pillows, and soon his arms surround me, pulling me closer to his chest.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good, Lynda.” He praises me as I keep grinding on him, contracting my muscles around his hardness.

I’m enjoying this. Dodge is impossibly handsome and I like the way his lips are always on me, on my own mouth or on my neck, shoulders or tits.

His hands are roaming up and down my spine or tangling into my hair every time he pulls me in for a kiss.

“That feels so fucking good,” he grinds out as I press all the way down on him after lifting my hips.

I do it again and again and his breathing becomes more labored with each of my movements.

“Lynda, if you keep doing this, I’m going to come. Do you think you can come too?”

I have no fucking idea. It feels great and I’m throbbing everywhere, but this is nothing like last night with Zane. I guess I am doing something wrong?

“I’m not sure, Dodge. It feels great, but ...”

He offers me a slightly lopsided smile, his gray eyes shining with determination. “We can’t fucking have that now, right?”

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