Chapter Twenty-Eight
Memphis
She spins in my arms. “Memphis?!”
She pulls away from me to put space between us and I let her. For now.
“You can’t be serious! You…aren’t thinking right. Why would you…?”
“Ask you to move in with me? Seems pretty simple really.”
“No! It’s not…you think everything is going to be the same as it is here, but this isn’t real. None of this is real. When we go back and you don’t have to take care of me anymore…”
“So you’re saying none of this is real?” I wait for her to give me a curt nod. “So you weren’t really a virgin? And I didn’t really take your sweet pussy last night?”
“Memphis?!” Her eyes fly to the locked door, making sure no one heard me use that word.
“Answer me, Waverly. Tell me I didn’t mold that pretty pussy to the shape of my cock and only my cock. Tell me it wasn’t really my name you were crying out last night.”
This entire time we’ve been in a dance where she’s been backing up and I’ve been moving forward.
But her time is running out, and my steps are bigger than hers.
It only takes one more step before the bed is at the back of her knees, stopping any progress she might think she was making.
I give her a small push and follow her down when she lands on the bed.
“Tell me you don’t belong to me, baby.”
Her lips tremble open, but nothing comes out.
“I told you when I first touched your little body, baby. You belong to me,” I take her mouth and kiss her hard and deep.
This time I’m not asking for permission or trying to teach her, walking her through her first time.
This time I’m telling her with my body and mouth that I love her.
That we are meant to be together. This time she’s getting all of me. “And I belong to you.”
I spin her around and pull her back against me.
“Such a sweet girl. Such an innocent angel.” My hand wraps around her neck as I pull up and walk us over to stand in front of the mirror hanging over the dresser. “You don’t see yourself the way I do, baby.”
She sucks in a gasp at the sight of my hand around her throat. “Memphis…”
It is a pretty sight. It’s also a reminder for me to always be gentle and take my time with her. My other hand winds its way under her shirt so I can run it over her smooth skin.
“You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched.”
I kiss down her neck as I yank her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra.
My hands are automatically there to cup the soft globes and test the weight of them in my palms. I bite the soft skin between her neck and her shoulder before flicking her bra open.
I have it pulled off her before she can even blink.
Her breathing grows more labored as I give the generous swells a gentle squeeze. Her head falls back as she pushes her chest out.
“No, baby, keep those gorgeous eyes open for me.”
Green, the color of trees dappled with sunlight, flashes beneath her lashes. I run my fingertip around her areola until her nipple is hard and peaked, and she is giving me those sexy as fuck moans that drive me crazy.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby.” I give the little nub a squeeze. She sags against me as another moan comes out, wrapped around my name this time.
“Memphis…please!”
“Please what, beautiful?” I work the button of her shorts open and tug on the zipper. The denim falls to the floor. “Step out, Waverly.”
It takes her a minute before she’s shuffling her feet -which I even find those sexy- and kicking them away.
“You can make simple white panties look like nights wrapped up in sin, baby. And the thing that makes it so fucking alluring, so fucking irresistible, is the fact you don’t even realize how breathtaking you are, how sweet, how perfect.”
Standing in front of the mirror, we can both see the wet spot on the gusset of her panties.
She's turned on by more than my hands or my mouth. The fact my words can make her wet is seductive and heady by itself. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation as my eyes travel down her body and take in the damp fabric stretched across her pussy.
“You want my mouth, baby?”
My fingers travel down her body to the top of her panties as I lick and kiss up her neck while never taking my eyes from our image in the mirror. I slip my hand under the band and over her soft mound. Her breathing is ragged and there is a flame in her green eyes that drives me on.
“You want me to make you feel good? Take away that ache?”
She whimpers and pushes herself into my hand. The image of my big hand down her thin panties has me transfixed, but then she goes and opens her legs for me so I can better touch her sweet wetness. It’s just too much knowing she wants me as badly as I want her.
I pull my hand back so I can lift her in my arms, setting her down on the bed.
“You’re mine, baby. Not just for a little while. Not just until this is all over. This is forever.”
I have those angel-white panties off her and my mouth on her before she can respond to me.
My tongue dives into her and I lap at the cream she’s already made for me.
It doesn’t take my girl long before she is crying out my name; her hips coming off the bed.
I lick my way up and down her warm pussy before using my tongue to spear inside her.
Her channel tightens around me before she pulses around me, and her taste turns sweeter and creamier.
I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath.
I line us up and push inside her before her orgasm stops.
She cries out my name as she goes from one release to the next, this one caused by my entry.
Even though I fully seat myself in her little body, she’s just as tight as she was the first time, and it takes effort and finesse to push inside without hurting her.
I sink deep and have to take a moment to grab my control back.
Being in her, having her wrapped all around me, tests my self-control like nothing ever has or ever will.
Waverly is the only thing to ever make me break!