Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lynx
Darkness had settled throughout the room when I woke a few hours later. I shifted, feeling Reagan’s warm weight on top of me, her body sprawled half over me, half off. I slid my hands up the smooth skin of her back, loving that she was right there with me.
“You’re awake,” she whispered softly. “I was wonderin’ if I’d have to wait till mornin’.”
I grinned in the dark. “Wait for what?”
She shifted, her lips pressing against my collarbone, sliding lower.
I growled softly.
Her mouth trailed down my stomach, her tongue gliding over my abs.
“If you get to play,” I whispered, “then so do I.”
I couldn’t see her, but I felt her lift up. I took the opportunity to grab her. In one swift move, I turned her around so that she was straddling my face.
Reagan squealed as I pulled her pussy onto my mouth, my arms wrapping around her thighs to hold her in place.
Okay, so this was my new favorite way to be woken up.
“Mmm,” I hummed as I pressed my lips to the inside of her thigh.
“Two can play that game,” she retorted, giggling.
While I feasted on her pussy, the warmth of her mouth engulfed my dick, making me groan.
Best position in the world.
Granted, it was a little distracting, with her tongue sliding up and down my shaft, but I was nothing if not a multitasker.
Plus, the darkness added an entirely different perspective.
Everything seemed to be heightened, the sensations sharper, brighter.
My sense of touch and taste were significantly more potent as I ran my hands along her smooth skin, my tongue delighted by her taste as I delved into the slickness of her pussy.
Her hips jerked and I plunged my tongue deep inside her when she started grinding against my mouth.
“Lynx…”
I had to hold on to her thighs to keep her from bucking off me while I worked her with my tongue and lips.
I licked, sucked, flicked, wanting to make her as crazy as she was making me.
The vibrations of her moans made my cock roar to life.
I was so hard I hurt, but her mouth was heaven as she sucked my dick fervently, as though she couldn’t get enough of me.
I licked her clit while my finger slid over her asshole. I teased her back entrance until she released my cock entirely, her eager moans echoing in the small space. I wanted to fuck her there. I wanted to take her ass, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before.
Fumbling blindly for the nightstand, I felt around in the top drawer, wondering just what I would find. She had mentioned she had toys, but I had yet to catalog them for future use. When my fingers found what appeared to be a pump bottle, I lifted it out.
“I assume this is lube,” I said. It was too dark to see anything. Not even a sliver of light shone through the blinds.
Her body jerked. “Probably.”
“It’s not antibacterial shit, is it?”
Reagan laughed. “God, I hope not. That might hurt.”
I chuckled, then pumped some into my hand as Reagan crawled off me.
“On your belly,” I commanded, reaching out with one hand on her back to keep her from disappearing.
She dropped onto the mattress as I smoothed the slick liquid between my fingers. Definitely lubricant.
“What is it you use this for?” I asked, getting to my knees.
“A girl’s gotta take care of herself sometimes.”
I pressed my lips to the middle of her back, my lubed fingers sliding between the smooth, rounded globes of her ass. I pushed one finger inside her anus, slowly, gently.
“Relax for me, girl,” I whispered, kissing up her spine, licking her skin, tasting as much of her as I could. I continued to trail over her smooth skin, all the way to the back of her neck.
I lay beside her, half covering her body while I fucked her ass with my finger.
“Feel good?”
“Mmmhmm.” She pushed back against the intruding digit.
“Don’t wanna hurt you.” I leaned down, nipping her earlobe.
“You won’t,” she replied, lifting her head until I found her lips with mine.
I kissed her softly, loving the way her tongue slid into my mouth, dueling, gently at first, then more urgently as I continued to pump my finger inside her ass.
When I added another, Reagan moaned loudly.
“Hurt?”
“Uh-uh.” She kissed me harder.
I wasn’t intending to take this any further, wanting to work her for a while, prepare her. However, my intentions changed when she bit my lower lip.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her words raspy, breathless. “Fuck my ass, Lynx. Please.”
Pre-cum pooled on the head of my dick, the damn thing throbbing. Her commanding tone did it for me in ways I hadn’t expected.
I used two fingers, pushing into her ass, stretching her as gently as I could. She whimpered but then pushed back against my hand, panting roughly.
“Please,” she begged.
She was wearing me down quickly.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” I repeated, getting to my knees behind her.
“Just fuck me,” she insisted, making me chuckle.
“I love when you get all demandin’ on me, girl.”
I made quick work of rolling on the condom, then generously lubed my dick and her ass. While I stroked myself, I fingered her ass again, waiting until she was up on all fours and slamming back against me before I lined up my cock and pressed the head against her tight hole.
I gripped her hip with one firm hand, stilling her. “Easy, girl.” I smacked her ass playfully. “This here is mine and I intend to take it how I wanna take it.”
The groan of frustration that came from Reagan made me laugh. The sound died instantly when I pushed past the tight resistance, the head of my dick inching inside the blistering-hot depths of her ass.
Reagan hissed.
“Push back against me,” I insisted, forcing myself in deeper, deeper still.
I was sweating, my body hard as I tried to take it slow. Her ass was clamped down on my cock painfully hard.
“Lynx…” She whimpered again.
Leaning over her, I put one hand on the mattress, my mouth sliding over her shoulder, her neck.
I nipped her skin as I pushed in all the way.
Rather than pause, I retreated, not pulling out completely before fucking into her again.
I repeated the movement until Reagan was panting again, her fingers linking with mine against the mattress, tightening as I fucked her slow and deep.
“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” I whispered against her neck. “Tight, hot.”
Her whimper turned into a moan, her body rocking against mine.
“Mine,” I said softly against her ear. “Mine in every way. From here on out.”
I wasn’t sure of her response to my words, but I couldn’t seem to stop them. I wanted her to know how I felt, that this thing between us was permanent. I had waited what felt like a lifetime for this woman, and now she was giving herself to me completely.
“Tell me, Reagan,” I growled.
“Yours,” she whispered. “Now and always.”
God, I fucking loved this woman.
I pumped my hips, still going slowly, not wanting to hurt her as the sensations overwhelmed me. The tight sheath of her body, the warmth of her skin, the throaty moans that came from her.
Reaching beneath her with my free hand, I slid my fingers through her slickness, grazing her clit with my thumb until she was whimpering again, this time more urgently.
“Lynx… Make me come… Please… Make me come.”
I thrust my hips forward, retreated, then thrust again, fucking us both into oblivion.
“Mine,” I groaned. “All fucking mine.”
“Yes!”
When her other hand covered mine, and she began working her clit with my thumb, I knew I wasn’t going to last.
“Fuck, girl… Jesus… Sweet … Christ!”
I slammed into her, praying I wasn’t hurting her. She was pushing me to my tipping point. I couldn’t hold back, my need for her driving me higher and higher.
“Lynx! I’m… Oh, God… Oh, fuck!” Reagan’s scream echoed in the silence, her body locking down on my dick, dragging my release from me.
I came hard, my cock jerking, twitching, my muscles tightening. I could hardly breathe from the intensity that slammed through me.
And even then, I knew I would want this woman until the end of days. Nothing and no one would ever change that.
Reagan
I was slightly astonished by what we’d just done. More so that I'd wanted it so badly.
While there had been discomfort, there was something about the action that had been hotter than anything I'd ever known.
And now I was trying to catch my breath, my body wrung out from the powerful orgasm.
“You up for a shower?” Lynx mumbled against my ear as he held me tightly.
“Not sure I can walk,” I told him. And it was true. My legs were noodles.
“I’ll hold you up.”
When the mattress shifted, I realized he was serious. Considering the lube was a little sticky, I figured a shower wouldn’t hurt.
Several minutes later, we were in the shower, the lukewarm water pouring over us.
Lynx washed me, lathering his hands and running them over every inch of my body.
He didn’t miss a single crevice, and while he was being thorough, my body was heating again.
I wasn’t sure how I could want more after what we’d done throughout the night, but I did.
In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get enough of this man.
Once Lynx rinsed me, I took my time returning the favor, soaping him up, my fingers drifting over every hard plane and angle of his body from his neck to his toes. I took my time, watching him as I went along.
He was the most remarkable specimen I'd ever laid eyes on. His body was sheer perfection, all hard muscle and sinew and the beautiful ink that decorated his body.
I was gearing up to take him in my mouth when he took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
“Why is it you always stop me when I’m about to have fun?” I teased.
His eyes locked with mine, his face serious.
My smile fell from my lips, my belly fluttering from the look in his eyes.
When he cupped my face, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, I sighed against him, wrapping my arms around him, my fingernails gently digging into his back.
There was something mind-blowing about this kiss. Something deeper, more intense. As though it wasn’t merely physical.
“Reagan,” he whispered, pulling me against him, one arm banding around my back.
I molded my body to his, our mouths fused together.
And when he reached between us and guided his cock into my slick pussy, I lifted my leg and placed one foot on the side of the tub. I matched his groan with a moan of my own when he pressed against my entrance.
“Need to feel you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Can I? No barriers, Reagan.”
I nodded, remembering how he’d said he had never had sex without a condom. I hadn’t either, but my reasons hadn’t been only for birth control. Not only had I not been looking to get pregnant, I feared what Billy might give me.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I told him. “I didn’t want…” I couldn’t finish that sentence, not wanting to bring my past into this. Not when I had Lynx like this.
“Me, neither,” he admitted.
“I… I’m not on the pill,” I told him, needing him to know the repercussions of his actions. I trusted him implicitly, and I … God, maybe I was crazy, but I wanted this too. I wanted to be one with this man, nothing between us.
Lynx pulled back, his hand still cupping my jaw as he stared down at me. “You’re it for me, Reagan. Always have been. I’ll take you however I can get you, but I want you to know…”
I felt tears forming as his words trailed off. He didn’t even have to say them for me to know how he felt. That was the way Lynx was. There was an undeniable connection between us. I'd felt it all those years ago and I felt it now, stronger than before.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I’ve loved you since I was sixteen years old.”
Unable to stop it, a tear slid down my cheek, but I smiled.
Lynx growled softly, then pressed his hips forward, joining our bodies.
I sighed as the pleasure consumed me. He was hot and hard inside me, and it felt different, more incredible. Every sensation seemed more powerful. My hands roamed over his back as we stood there in the cooling water, his body warming me from the inside out.
“I love you,” he rasped. “No one else, Reagan. I’ve never loved anyone else.”
How, I wasn’t sure, but I knew that to be true.
And I also knew it was true for myself.
This man…
He was it for me, too.