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