Admittedly, I had limited experience when it came to sex.I'd been with one man only, so I didn’t have much to compare to, but holy hell, Lynx Caine was abigman.One of my hands barely spanned the full breadth of his cock—the tip of my middle finger and thumb barely touching—and as I took the wide crest past my lips, I briefly wondered how he hadn’t caused me significant pain when he’d fucked me before.
Apparently my body was made to adjust to him.And I was grateful for that.Not to mention, I was eager to feel him inside me again.
“Come here, girl,” Lynx groaned, reaching for my arm and helping me back to my feet.
“I’m not done,” I told him coyly.
“Neither am I.Trust me.”He swiped his thumb over my lower lip.“I look forward to havin’ my dick in this sweet mouth again, but right now, I need to taste you.”
Before I could come up with something to say to that, Lynx shut off the water and grabbed a towel.Rather than dry himself, he slid it over my body.
Slowly.
So slowly.
The soft cotton teased my nipples, as did his tongue when he dropped to his knees and proceeded to dry my feet, my shins, my thighs.And the man was paying close attention to detail, spending more time than was necessary, and driving me crazy in the process.When he dried my ass, he took my breast into his mouth, the suction making me moan as I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.
“Lynx…”
With a soft rumble, he released my breast, then got to his feet.“I fuckin’ love when you say my name.”His voice was little more than a rough growl and it made my clit throb.“I think that’s my new mission in life.To see how loud I can make you say it.”
Once again, Lynx took my mouth with his.I could feel him moving, knew he was quickly drying himself, never once breaking the kiss.And when he was finished, he led me back to his bedroom, sitting me on the edge of the mattress, then leaning me back, my legs dangling off the side.
He remained standing as he came over me, his tongue thrusting insistently against mine.But then the kiss ended and his mouth trailed fire down my neck, my chest.Every one of my senses was attuned to him.His sexy scent, the warmth of his skin, his hard body beneath my palms, the intriguing way he growled when something seemed to please him.Yep, I was one hundred percent in tune with this man.
“This time, I’m gonna make you come with my mouth,” he said, lifting my knees and pushing them closer to my chest.
His eyes blazed as they drifted down my body.I was on full display for him, my knees wide, his gaze caressing my bare pussy.I wanted to beg him to hurry, but I bit my lip to keep the words in.Although I was eager, I didn’t want to hurry.I wanted this to last forever because I'd never felt anything this amazing.His hands, his mouth, even the way he looked at me had new, incredible sensations coursing through me.
When his head lowered between my thighs, I felt the heat of his breath against my skin, the rough rasp of his thumbs as he separated my lips.But the gentle slide of his tongue along my clit was the best part.He certainly wasn’t racing to the finish line.No, not Lynx.He was taking his time, feasting on me, fucking me with his tongue, then flicking my clit until I was gripping the quilt with both fists, trying to hold on.
“So wet,” he mumbled against my skin.
My body hummed when he pushed one finger inside me, slowly fucking me while his tongue worked my clit.When two fingers dipped inside, I was panting, my body no longer my own.It belonged solely to Lynx.I was like a puppet on a string, and he was making me feel things I never knew I could feel.
“Lynx…” My back bowed when his fingers brushed that spot deep inside that I'd only heard about.
“That’s it, girl,” he urged before his tongue worked my clit again, more insistently.
“Oh, God…” I felt the heat bloom inside me, the electricity sparking in my core.When it started radiating outward, I cried out his name.
“Come for me, Reagan,” he commanded, never slowing his sensual assault.
And then my orgasm crested, obliterating my mind, sending my body soaring onto another plane of existence, one where I was suspended in the moment by a pleasure so unreal it bordered on pain.It left me in awe, but it also scared me to death.This man had more control over me than I'd expected.
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he crawled over me.“That sweet pussy comin’ for me like that.”
His dirty words caused aftershocks, my body tingling.
When Lynx’s mouth found mine, I adapted to the slower pace, my body still coming down from the incredible high.Thankfully he had more energy than I did, which was the only reason I ended up on top of him, straddling his narrow hips, my breasts crushed to his chest.
His hands roamed down my back, my ass, over my thighs before traveling up again.It calmed me, soothed me.But at the same time, it renewed my need, rekindled the fire banked in my core.
“Put me inside you,” he whispered.“I want you to ride me, Reagan.I wanna feel your pussy squeeze my dick.Wanna watch as you come again.”
How I managed to move, I wasn’t sure, but I reached between us, my hand circling his cock.Only then did I realize he’d suited up.Where the condom came from, I had no idea.Nor did I care, because a second later, he was filling me to overflowing.
Wanting to watch his face when he came this time, I pushed myself up, my hands pressed to his chest as I rocked my hips, my body adjusting quickly to the intrusion.His cock glided against delicate nerve endings, and my nipples pebbled as more pleasure detonated inside me.My skin felt too tight for my body, chills breaking out along my arms as the sensations rocked me.
