Chapter 26
WAYLON
I’m not saying I sped home, but I am saying I might’ve been enthusiastically persistent in getting there as quickly as I could.
And if I told you it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that Lyric has been leaning over the center console and licking my neck and ear and, shit, I’d be a fucking liar.
The moment I hit the driveway, I slam it into park, cut the ignition, and round the truck to help her out. I consider carrying her but don’t want to ruin her dress. And the way I’m feeling? Well, I’m in a dress-ruining mood.
We kick off our shoes inside the door, and my arms are around her waist a second later. I kiss her collarbone and nibble my way up her neck to her earlobe. My lips brush over her jawline until they find her mouth. I kiss her deep, my hand cradling the back of her head.
Her fingertips dig into my sides as I shuffle us toward her bedroom. We continue to kiss as I shed my suit jacket and pluck at the tiny straps keeping her dress up.
“Unzip me,” she says, turning to give me her back.
She rubs her ass against the lap of my pants, causing me to groan. I was already throbbing and hard. If she didn’t know that, she does now.
With gentle fingers, I unzip the garment. The fabric feels so delicate. I’m careful as I peel it down, her naked body revealing itself like a gift being unwrapped.
I drag my tongue up her spine and kiss the back of her neck. She leans back against me as the front of her dress slides the rest of the way down. In nothing but a very small black thong, she climbs onto the bed.
Lyric positions herself onto the pillow, one arm behind her head as she studies me. I try to maintain eye contact, but her tits are out and, my god, they’re beautiful.
I remove my shirt and toss it toward her. She bats it to the floor and laughs, patiently waiting as I get my pants and boxer briefs off.
My earlier sense of rushing dissipates as I find myself in the mood to slow things down. I gently crawl between her legs, reaching for the panties she left on. Lyric lifts for a second so I can pull them off.
For a few moments, I’m paralyzed as I study every inch of her. It doesn’t feel like it did before. Before, when I was driven by lust and drooling over her nipples and the curve of her ass. Before, when I wanted her mouth on my cock more than I wanted it anywhere else.
I lower myself onto her, pressing my body flush against her. She wraps her arms around my neck, fingertips twisting into my hair as she stares up at me. Staring down into her eyes, I’m overcome with… something. I can’t put a word to it. But it moves me.
Lyric pulls me down to her, brushing her lips gently against mine. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arm beneath her. We melt together as her legs cradle my hips. Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs.
My cock rubs against the outside of her pussy, the friction driving us both wild. I can tell by the way she keeps sucking in sharp breaths, her hands gripping me harder each time.
“I want you, Waylon,” she whispers.
Her words drive me past the point of restraint as my mouth comes crashing back down to hers. I slide my dick into her slowly, relishing the way her body twitches and shifts as I fill her. She gasps, eyes widening and, my god, it’s heaven.
My pace is slow, teasing. I break our kiss for no other reason than to look at her, to watch the features of her face twist in pleasure. Propping myself onto one elbow, I palm her tit, caressing her with measured care.
It hits me that I don’t want to just fuck her. I don’t want to claw at her flesh or listen to her scream. But I do want to hold her, to cradle her in my arms and be the cause of those deliciously soft moans escaping her now. I was to kiss her lips, to look into her eyes. I want to make love to her.
Despite logic or reason, despite my bullshit five-year waiting plan, I’m falling in love with her. I can feel it in every fiber of my being.
I kiss her again, mostly because I want to and a little because I don’t want to tell her. Not now, not like this. But I do want to tell her. Who knows how she’ll react.
Lyric’s body arches into mine, our soft, smooth rhythm driving her to the edge. And when she tumbles over, I drive deep and let go of myself, coming with her.
I press my forehead to hers, connected without words. It’s just a feeling, a completeness I didn’t know I’d been searching for.
I roll to my back and pull her to me, tucking her to my side. She wraps her arm over my chest, head resting on my shoulder. I close my eyes and listen to her breathing. It’s slowing down now as she catches her breath.
It wasn’t the most electrifying acrobatic act we’ve ever put on, but it was electric to me. It caused a buzzing in my chest that hasn’t gone away. I’m in uncharted waters, slightly adrift, but I’ve got a paddle. Fuck if I know what to do with it though.
Lyric’s breathing has slowed way down, so I risk glancing over. Her eyes are closed, muscles slack. There’s a good chance she’s fallen asleep. I turn my head to look at her more completely, savoring this moment alone in my mind.
But all that’s there is a lingering question shoved into the light.
Fuckin’… now what?