Page 76 of Chasing Lynda

I force the words out. It costs me so much effort and I can’t look at him when I say it. “I need to come. Please make me come, Bennett.”

He takes my mouth again in a fierce kiss, while his fingers pull on the strings of my bikini bottoms.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lynda. You’re perfect,” he says, trailing his fingers back up to move my bikini top out of the way and toy with my pebbled nipple.

I cry out, both in pleasure and frustration; while his touch feels amazing, it isn’t where I want it.

“Bennett!” This time it’s a growl and he chuckles darkly, dragging those mesmerizing blue eyes back up to meet mine.

His fingers trace their way up my inner thigh, until he stops at the apex of it. I can feel the ghosting of a touch and I shamelessly push my hips into his hand.

To my dismay, Bennett moves his hand away, grabbing my wrist and guiding my own hand toward my center. “Bennett, what are you—”

He drags his lips up the column of my neck, his warm breath fanning over my ear. “Show me,” he whispers. “Show me how you like to be touched, what makes you shake and scream. I want to see it and then I’ll use my fingers and my tongue on you. I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll think about me every time you’re going to touch yourself.”

Fuck.

His words make me feel so hot but also so embarrassed at the same time. I close my eyes, because I can’t look at him while I utter my next words. “Bennett, I don’t know. I’ve never—you know?”

He pulls back a little, just enough to look into my eyes. “No shit. You’ve never touched yourself, Lynda?”

I don’t want to talk about my past and the way I grew up, but I don’t want him to think that I’m not being honest with him. “I’ve always been told that it was wrong. So while I lived at home it was out of the question and then ...” I don’t even try to finish that sentence. For months, after my wedding night, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. Every time I even caught a glimpse of my naked body, I’d see him.

Aaron. I don’t know if it was a flashback or a way my traumatized mind was trying to fill the blanks in my memory. I just know that I couldn’t let anyone near me, not even myself. Then I had to run and surviving took all my energy for the longest time; until I met Carter and Zane. Until last night with Dodge.

I think a part of me hated my own body because I felt like it belonged to “him.” But after Dodge, I feel like I’m mine again, like Dodge wiped away every remnant of what happened to me the day I was forced to get married.

I’m embarrassed, Bennett probably thinks I’m weird or something but I’m surprised when he places a light, soft kiss on my lips. “Then we’ll find out together, GT.” He takes my hand again, guiding my fingers over the bare skin of my center, covering it with his warmer, larger hand. He drags my fingers with his, so that we’re both touching, tracing the sensitive skin at the edge of my slit.

“Oh.” I gasp and our fingers travel slowly, higher and higher, resting above the spot where I’m throbbing the most.

Bennett puts more pressure on that spot and a jolt of pure sensation makes me pulse almost violently. It feels so good that I close my eyes and open my mouth, but he scolds me softly. “No, Lynda. I want you to look at me. Tell me where you like it. Here?”

He puts pressure on that same spot again and I moan, feeling wetness on the tips of my fingers. “Yeah, Bennett. There.”

He eases the pressure to then increase it again. “I fucking love it when you say my name that way. Like it tastes good in your mouth. It makes me curious to see how good you taste. Are you going to let me taste you, GT?”

No one has ever done that to me, but as Bennett guides my fingers around that sensitive spot in slow, lazy circles, I know I want to him to do everything he’s saying. “Yes, Bennett. Please, I want you to taste me.”

He lets go of my hand, dropping slowly onto his knees. Those blue eyes are blazing like liquid fire as he grabs my hips, dragging me closer to his mouth. “If you keep saying my name, I’m going to eat you out until my name is the only word you can remember.”

His breath is fanning over my hot, throbbing skin, his low, soft voice creating a ripple effect that makes me erupt in goosebumps.

I’m dying for whatever he’s about to give me, captive of his gaze and impatient for his touch. “Bennett,” I say again and he curses, licking a soft, tentative path with his tongue the same way we did before with our fingers.

“Fuck,” he says again. “You taste even sweeter that I thought.”

His tongue darts out again, licking the same way he just did, but this time he flicks it at the end, pressing the tip of it against the exact place where I need it most.

“Oh, God. Oh my fucking God!” I cry out, to get rewarded with another lick.

I’ve never been so grateful for a wall behind me, because I don’t think I’d be able to stay upright otherwise.

After a few of those knee weakening licks, Bennett sucks me into his mouth, lashing out his tongue at me again just when the intense pleasure begins threatening to become too much.

“Hmm,” he says, delivering another lick before sucking on me again.

His hands slip from my hips to the backs of my thighs, lifting me against the wall, having my thighs resting on his shoulders and gaining better access to my pussy.

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