Chapter 16 #3
As I run my fingers over her panties, I envision them in my mind.
Lace, definitely. But fuck, I want to know what color they are.
Black, to match her dress? White, to lend to the innocence she has?
Colored, to let out that wild spirit raging inside?
The one that comes out every time I dance with her?
The further up my fingers move, the wetter she is, and I groan, thinking about my cock sinking into her sweet heat.
Fucking hell. This beauty.
Her hips press forward, searching for more, and I drag my finger back up her slit, dragging her panties through her wetness.
She lets out a soft moan, trying to grind against my finger as I get closer to her clit.
Instead of touching her where she’s desperate, my fingers make a bypass, running along either side of the sensitive nerves, making her cry out in frustration.
Using one hand to pull the fabric out of my way, I spread her lips open with my thumb and ring finger, sliding my index and middle finger through her heat to her entrance, teasing her by dipping just inside.
“Wyatt,” she moans, but the sound is swallowed by the fireworks overhead, her fingers digging into the forearm of the hand holding her panties back.
I groan, turning my face into her hair, wanting to kiss this woman until her lips are as swollen as her pussy. Hardly plunging inside of her, my fingers are coated in her sweetness, and I can’t help myself as I pull my hand back, bringing it up to taste her.
“Fucking hell, Bryn,” I ground out around my finger, the deliciousness of her arousal bursting across my taste buds. My cock pulses against my jeans, straining painfully.
She whimpers at the lack of contact between us, but one hand is still between her thighs, and I slide my fingers back through her heat, ensuring I don’t touch her clit. Not yet.
“Open up, baby, see how good you taste,” I tell her, and she eases back enough that I can see her face.
Her eyes are glazed with desire, her mouth opening at my command.
I slide my middle finger into her mouth, and her tongue flicks over it, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks hard.
“Fuck. You’re going to do that to my cock one day, aren’t you? ”
It makes her suck harder, and she nods, her eyelids half closed as I push a finger into her heat.
She’s tight around, and I slowly pump in and out before finally pulling my finger out of her mouth.
Dragging it down her neck and between the valley of her breasts, she moans, her head dropping back to my chest as my hand falls to her thigh again.
“Watch the show, Bryn,” I breathe into her ear, running my nose along the shell of it. “I need you to tell me all about it after because the only thing I can focus on is this sexy, tight pussy. God, baby, you’re so wet for me.”
As the words leave my lips, I slide a second finger inside her, causing her hips to buck.
I’m quick to press my free hand against her belly, holding her against me, but fucking hell if the movement against my cock doesn’t damn near send me over an edge I didn’t even know I was teetering on.
Whatever it is about this woman, she makes me want to come undone instantly. It’s like I have zero control.
The fireworks escalate, and with it, my fingers do as well, her pussy adjusting around me.
Her chest heaves with each pump of my middle and ring fingers, and as I feel she’s getting closer to coming, my other hand starts to slide down her stomach until it sits on her pubic bone.
That’s when I finally slide along her smooth skin until my fingers dip and find her clit with my middle finger.
“Wyatt!” she cries out, the fireworks claiming my name, her hips kicking up again.
I was ready for it that time, though, and I press into her body with the heel of my hand to keep her movements from going too wild. My cock can’t handle it. There’s already too much tension building inside of me. Her body, her heat, her soaking wet pussy.
I circle the sensitive spot, and she comes undone for me within seconds.
She can’t take anything more. Her body tenses, her hips squirming, trying to get away from the friction I’m now giving her in the one spot I’ve denied her this entire time.
Her grinding has my cock screaming, and I desperately try to hold it together as her orgasm rocks through her, flooding the hand between her legs with her cum.
That’s the one thing that fucks me over. Her beautiful mess all over my hand.
I can picture myself spreading it all over her cunt and belly so I can lick it off her.
The visual in my head has my own body growing taut as her ass rubs hard against my lap.
My head drops to her shoulder, and I bite the soft flesh.
Pressing my hand harder against her pubic bone to keep her body against mine, she must sense or understand what I need, because she writhes against me until I’m exploding inside of my goddamn jeans as fireworks explode in the night sky.
She’s not the hopeless one.
I am.
Hopelessly defenseless against this woman.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.