And the sex was freaking awesome.
Even now—as nothing but a memory—Lynx’s tight pussy, her round ass, and the way she didn’t leave anything on the table made my heart race and my dick surge in my hand.
Any misgivings she’d had about me slumming it with her had been pushed to the side. It didn’t matter that we were from two different worlds. Like me, she didn’t have any inhibitions, and we’d had the best fucking sex I’d ever had. Dirty, kinky, freaky, slow, sensual—I’d loved it all.
I picked up the pace, roughening my grip as my balls tightened under me, ready to explode as I pictured running my fingers over her soft skin. My calloused hand had traveled slowly, brushing the side of her breast, lingering near her nipple that was peaking and pointing, before finding its way to her clit.
My hand worked overtime on my cock as I remembered strumming her clit while the tip of my dick breached her ass. God, it had been fucking tight like a vise. I remembered feeling like I’d died and gone to heaven, and wanted to stay there forever.
“I’m coming, Michael,” Lynx had moaned, biting into my other hand that still held hers in place on the window.
Michael.She’d been the only one to ever call me that, mostly when we were in bed or making love. It was charged with a feeling I’d never associated with myself, even during all those years I’d lived with my high school sweetheart, Rochelle. Lynx’s mouth saidMichael,but her words breathed love.
That evening, her voice had been hoarse and throaty, and at her words, I’d gone over the edge. I slammed into her, pumping in and out until my cum dripped out of her.
“Shit!” I yelled in the shower as I tugged my hand up and down, coming while leaning my head against the tile—a little too hard.
With a heavy dose of remorse weighing me down, I got the hell out of the shower and toweled off before heading out to eat bacon and eggs ... with the woman who currently warmed my bed.
