Chapter Twenty-Three
Waylon
I can’t stop myself from rushing her, making her squeal, before giving chase. She’s halfway around the table when I catch her and toss her over my shoulder.
“Waylon! What are you doing?”
She says it while laughing.
“Taking you back to bed so I can finish what we started this morning.”
“I thought we finished this morning.”
“We paused so my sister wouldn’t hear us. Now, my sister is gone, and you don’t have to worry about how loud you are or try to keep any of those sexy cries to yourself. I want you to be as loud as you can be! I want to hear you scream my name!”
I drop her on the bed and watch as her beautiful body bounces up and down.
“Waylon, what if…what if I’m not ready?”
“Then we cuddle while watching stupid cat videos on one of our phones. No pressure, no worries. I’m gonna be happy about it either way.”
“Stupid cat videos?”
“Yeah, don’t you guys watch stuff like that? All the guys at the station watch stupid shit like that to unwind and chill.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Cat videos, those funny animal videos that describe the animal in the most smart assed way possible, oh, and Johnson, the big guy who came to the bar with us, he watches live streams of birds eating.”
She starts laughing as she gives me a look like she can’t even believe what I am telling her. “The guy who looks like he can pick up a tank watches bird videos.”
I nod. “No lie. He loves ‘em.”
I follow her down on the bed and wrap her in my arms. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
My brows raise. “Johnson?”
“No, silly, that you guys are nothing but marshmallows deep down inside.”
“Damn right we are.”
I drop light kisses on her mouth and down her neck before pulling back and staring down into her eyes.
“I don’t care what we do. I just want to lie next to you and touch you.”
“Touch me how?” A mischievous and shy smile tilts the corners of her mouth up.
“Any way you’ll let me touch you, baby.”
“You want to touch me here?” She takes my hand and places it over her shirt.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Do you want to touch me here?”
She moves my hand down to right above her shorts.
“Yeah, but I would love to touch you here even more.” I place her hand over the crouch of her cut-off jeans.
“Oh.”
“Can I touch you here?” I place my hand over hers, “If I start here?”
I pull my hand back up to cover her breast and then look up at her. She nods for me without hesitation.
“You want to feel my hand right here, baby?” I give her breast a light squeeze that has her gasping.
“Yes.” It’s a breathless whisper, but it seems to echo through the room.
I skate my hand down and under the t-shirt she’s wearing. Today she’s got a bra on. Another impediment to me getting to what I want, which is her naked. I run my hand over the lace edge of the cup.
“You need me to touch you, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
I take the hem of her shirt and pull the thin fabric over her head so she’s in nothing but the lace of her bra.
I don’t let her nerves sit in. I take her mouth and distract her as I trace the lace over the swell of her breasts before trailing my mouth down to do the same with my tongue.
Her little gasps and sighs drive me on to do more, let her experience and feel more.
I place my mouth over the lace and suck and nip her tightening peak, causing her back to arch up off the bed. Her hands come up to cup the back of my head as I tease and tempt her. My name leaves her lips on a breathy whisper.
“Oh God, Waylon!”
I unsnap her shorts before taking her mouth again and swallowing her cries up.
Pulling her shorts down her legs, I find her panties are pink lace this time and apparently a thong.
I run my hand up her bare thigh before trailing my fingers across her bare cheek, loving how soft and sweet this woman is.
She grabs my shirt to pull me closer to her and kisses me back with a passion that takes me by surprise. A pleasant, sexy surprise.
Our tongues war with one another as I rub her ass and back down her leg before grabbing her ankle.
She gasps through our kiss as I encircle it before pulling back and placing kisses on the side of her foot and over her ankle bone.
Looking down at her laid out in front of me in pink lace, has me losing control for a moment and biting down.
She hisses, but I also see her back come off the bed again.
It might have shocked her, but she liked it.
I kiss up her leg and over her knee before moving to her inner thigh and pulling her legs further apart. I kiss her lace-covered pussy and over her mound before coming back up her body. This time, I pull the cups of her bra down, so her round breasts spill out into my waiting mouth and hand.
“Waylon!” Her breathy cry is louder this time.
I place my mouth over her nipple and suck the hard peak between my tongue and the roof of my mouth before giving it a little nip. She cries out and arches into my mouth, pulling me to her, trying to get closer to the sensations I am causing. Her legs tighten around me before she whimpers for me.
I lick my way to the other side of her sweet body before laving the other nipple and using my fingers to play with the side I just left.
Her nipples turn hard as berry stones. Her hips tilt, and she starts rubbing her little pussy against my dick.
I growl as I bite down on the firm pebble, and she cries my name out.
“Oh my God! Please! Please, Waylon!”
“You need me, Oakley? You need me to take the ache away?”
“God, yes! I need you!”
I pull her off the bed and into my lap as I work the clasp of her bra free. I cup her bare ass with both my hands and move her, so she is riding the ridge of my jean-covered cock. Her head falls back, giving me a perfect line from her neck down to her ripe, swollen breasts.
“Waylon, God! I…I’m…”
“Sexy as hell? Oh, yeah, baby. I know you are. Perfect for me? You bet your sweet little ass you are!”
I kiss her with all the passion I have bottled up inside of me before rubbing her against my throbbing dick. She pulls at the hem of my shirt.
In between kisses, she mumbles to me, “Take it off!”
She pulls it over my head, and her hands spread across my back and over my chest. Her mouth follows her hands as she kisses me like I kissed her, her tongue finding my nipple and licking the flat disc before sinking her teeth into my pec.
I growl and spin us so she’s on her back again.
My mouth finds hers as her hands come up to cup my face, and her thighs tighten around me.
I kiss her long and hard before making my way down her body, stopping to suck each of her nipples in my mouth.
I kiss down her tummy and lick around her belly button before taking the little lace panties in my hands and pulling them.
The sound of them ripping fills the air, as well as her shocked gasp.
Her pussy lies bare for me, finally, after days of dreaming about it.
I can’t stop myself from diving in. Even as she cries my name loud enough that it rings off the walls, I can’t help but bury my face in her soft little peach.
Warmth and softness envelope me as I take my first taste of the last pussy I’ll ever eat.
Her flavor hits my tongue at the same time her hips come off the bed, and she reaches out to grab for the sheets on the bed. And, god damn, am I lost. I roll my face side to side so the scent of her, the essence of her, marks my whole face as I run my tongue up and down her tight channel.
“Oh God! Oh God! Way! Waylon! I’m…I…Waylon!”
She’s not holding back now, shouting for me as loud as she wants to, screaming my name as I work my tongue through her passage and up to bat at her clit.
I suck and nip my way through exploring her sweetness before dropping back and using my tongue to pry her entrance open.
Her thighs are straining, and her hips are following my tongue as she sobs out her enjoyment.
“Yes! God, yes! I need…oh, so big…”
She has no idea what is coming next, if she thinks my tongue is big! No idea at all!