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“Lynx…please…”
“Tell me what you need, Emerson.”
I grabbed one of his hands and pushed it between my legs. When he thrust two fingers inside me and his tongue pressed against my clit, my entire body arched as an orgasm seized through me.
I quivered in his arms. “Please,” I begged again. My pussy clenched with the need for him to fill me with his cock. When Lynx was inside me, it was as though I felt whole, complete, that our bodies were made to be the perfect fit. “I need you,” I begged, urging him up my body.
25
LYNX
As she came apart in my arms, every ounce of possessiveness in me roared to life. I wanted this woman to be mine and only mine. I wanted to spend hours with my head between her tits, sucking, kneading, licking, loving, but I needed something more. I needed her mouth, and when I got it, I didn’t want to let it go.
I moved up her body and made love to her mouth with mine like I had her pussy. Her scent, her taste lingered, and I wanted her to know how much I fucking loved it.
Emerson’s body writhed beneath mine as I thrust my tongue in her mouth like I planned to thrust my rock-hard cock into her pussy.
I pulled away. If I didn’t, I’d spend the next hour just kissing her, and Emerson wanted more. “Spread your legs,” I demanded, and she shuddered. Damn, I loved that.
I lined my cock up at her entrance; her eyes were wide as I eased into her. When I was buried as far as I could go, something in me broke loose. Letting myself off the leash, I pounded into her, my pubic bone crashing into her clit with every thrust. I ground myself deeper until I felt her pussy clench on me like a vice.
I moved her hair from her face. “Look at me,” I demanded. “Keep your eyes open and look at me.”
She did, and a scream broke from her lips. “Lynx, Lynx…” It was a mantra, a cry, all the while, her pussy maintained its strangle-hold on my cock.
When her trembling eased, I pulled away and flipped her over. Emerson groaned. “On all fours.” Now that I knew my demands made her crazy with need, I wouldn’t stop. When I drove my cock back inside her, she cried out.
“Tell me how good you feel, Emerson.”
“I’m going to come again, Lynx.”
“Wait,” I said, slowing and pulling almost all the way out. I wrapped my arm around her middle and surged into her, driving punctuated thrusts into her drenched pussy. I pounded harder and harder, driving in so deep I was afraid I might hurt her, but when she picked up the pace I’d slowed, I let myself go.
“Emerson,”I growled as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had continued to pulse from within me.
I pulled out and flipped her over, hating how cold and alone I felt when I did. I needed Emerson—to be with her, inside her, to never let her go.
What I felt was so profound, so amazing, I felt myself ready to lay it all out at her feet. “Did I hurt you?” I asked, pushing away feelings that could only be described as inappropriate.
Emerson had a faraway look in her eyes. “Only in the best way.”
“What are you thinking?”
She sighed. “I live in Boston. You live…somewhere else…I don’t know where you live.”
“I live in London.” There was no sense attempting to skirt the issue. We had two very different lives, led in two very different places, but I didn’t want to dwell on it. Not when the woman I’d fantasized about for three years was naked in my arms.
She pulled away, sat up, and put her legs over the side of the bed.
“Where you going?”
She walked out of the cabana and over to the edge of the pool. Before diving in, she looked over her shoulder. “Swimming,” she said with a luscious smile on her face.
26
EMERSON
Idove deep, willing the saltwater to wash away the tears that filled my eyes when I thought about Lynx leaving.
