Chapter 35 – Josie #2
“We don’t have to do anything, Josie.” His thumb traced the curve of my cheek, slow, patient. “I mean that. We can stop right here. I can hold you, and we can put on a shitty movie. Whatever you want.”
My heart squeezed because he meant it. I could see it in the steadiness of his eyes, the way the hunger had settled into something softer and more careful.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whispered. “I want this. I want you. I’m just nervous.”
“Then we go slow.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm on my lips. “As slow as you need. You tell me to stop, I stop. You tell me to slow down, I slow down. You tell me you need a second, we take a second. We’ve got all night, sweetheart.”
I nodded, my throat too tight to answer with words. He kissed me, soft this time, all that earlier filth tucked away into something gentler. His hand slid down my side, smoothing over my hip, my thigh, hooking under my knee to draw it up against his ribs.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my mouth. “Just breathe.”
He shifted back enough to fit his hand between us, and I felt the head of his dick drag down through the slick mess he’d already made of me.
He didn’t push in. He just rubbed himself against me, the blunt head of him sliding through my folds, catching against my clit and dragging back down again.
It was slow and maddening. My hips twitched up off the couch, chasing him without meaning to.
“That’s it,” he murmured, watching me with green eyes now dark with blown-out pupils. “Just like that. Let me feel you.”
He kept teasing me, the thick head of his dick gliding up and down through the wet, never pushing in, just driving me out of my mind. Another slow slide against my clit, and a soft, broken sound slipped out of me. My nails dug into his shoulders.
“Waylon.” It came out half plea, half warning.
“I know, baby.” His voice had gone rough again, but his hand on my hip stayed steady. “I know. Just gettin’ you ready for me.”
He notched himself at my entrance and paused there, just the head pressing in, and I felt the stretch start to bloom even at that tiny bit of pressure. My breath caught hard in my throat.
His eyes locked on mine. “Breathe, Josie.”
I exhaled in a shaky rush, and he sank in another inch.
“Oh—” My back arched, my fingers digging crescents into the meat of his shoulders. “Oh God.”
“Fuck.” His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking. A vein stood out down the side of his neck. “You’re so fucking tight, Josie. You okay?”
I nodded, frantic, because I couldn’t trust my voice. The stretch burned, but underneath it was a deep, dragging fullness that I’d never felt before. Every nerve I had lit up.
He pulled back, almost all the way out, just the tip catching on my entrance, and then pushed back in, a little deeper this time. The slow drag emptied my head of everything but him.
“Look at you taking me,” he breathed, his eyes flicking down between us and then back to my face. “Fuck, Josie. So goddamn pretty.”
I whimpered, my hips trying to lift, trying to take more. He let me. He sank in another inch, then another, the stretch deepening into something that felt impossibly full. My eyes squeezed shut.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” His thumb stroked along my cheekbone. “Stay with me.”
I forced them open. He was right there, close enough that I could count the freckles I’d never noticed across the bridge of his nose, close enough that his breath fanned warm across my mouth.
The strain in his face told me he was holding himself back, the cords in his neck taut, sweat beading along his hairline.
He looked like he was right at the edge, and he was still going slow for me.
Thirteen freckles. I counted them and kept the number, one more piece of him I wasn’t giving back.
“There you go,” he murmured. “That’s my girl.”
He rocked his hips, shallow at first, working himself in by degrees.
Each slow press took me a little deeper, the burn fading into something thick and hot, a pressure that built up through my belly and made my toes curl against the cushions.
I could feel every ridge of him, every inch, the slow, devastating drag as he sank deeper.
“Oh God,” I whispered. “Waylon—”
“I know, baby. Almost.” He dipped down to kiss me, his tongue sliding lazily against mine, and at the same time, his hips pressed forward one final inch until he was seated all the way inside me.
I held my breath. He was so deep I could feel him everywhere, in places I didn’t know existed, pressing up against something low in my belly that made my whole body shudder.
“Fuck.” He stilled, every muscle in him locked tight, his forehead pressed to mine. “Just breathe, baby. Let yourself adjust.”
I couldn’t. I couldn’t breathe or think. All I could do was feel him, the impossible stretch, the way my pussy was throbbing around him, fluttering and clenching and trying to figure out what to do with all of him.
Then he scooped a hand up under my ass and flipped us over, so I was seated on his lap. “Here you go, baby. You’re in control. Take as much as you want.”
His mouth brushed mine. “You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Talk to me.”
“I’m okay.” It came out wobbly. I dragged in a breath, then another, and the burn started to ebb, replaced by something deeper, something hot and heavy.
I rolled my hips, just a little, testing, and the slow grind of him inside me ripped a moan out of both of us at once.
“Jesus, Josie.” His hands clamped down on my hips, fingers digging in, but he didn’t move me. He just held on, let me feel him. “Take your time, baby. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
His chest was heaving under my palms. I could feel his heart slamming against my hand, fast and hard, and somehow that steadied me more than anything else. He was as wrecked as I was. He was holding himself so still for me his thighs were trembling under my ass.
I lifted a little, just an experimental inch, and the drag of him sliding partway out pulled the air right out of my lungs. Then I sank back down, slow, taking him in again, and the stretch didn’t burn this time. It just felt good. So good I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah?” His voice was strained, thin around the edges. His hands were still locked on my hips, but he was letting me set the pace, letting me figure him out. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
I did it again. Lifted up, sank down, and this time, the slow drag of him caught somewhere inside me that made my vision blur at the edges. My head tipped back, a moan spilling out of me before I could think to be embarrassed by it.