Chapter 7 Fern
seven
Fern
Ihad to sit on my hands on the ride back to my house from the bar to keep from touching Wayan like I’ve been dying to. He’s a temptation I have to be careful falling too hard for.
“Bedroom.” He says, pushing open my front door and handing me my keys.
“Upstairs and to the right.” The words barely leave my mouth before he’s swinging me into his arms and rushing up the stairs as I hold on tight.
With a low growl, he sits me on the bed and begins to undress me. “So beautiful,” he says after removing each piece of my clothing until I’m left wearing nothing but my bra and panties.
He steps back, shedding his boots, socks, and clothes, leaving himself completely naked to my gaze.
His body is just as glorious as I remember.
I reach out a hand and run it over his firm chest, down his flat abdomen, then finally to his engorged shafts.
On instinct, I lean forward and place a kiss on the tip.
“You’re killing me, Fern.” He moans. With a smile, I swirl my tongue over the tip, tasting him like a candy cane. I open my mouth to take him in, but he stops me. “Enough. I’m not going to last very long if you keep that up.”
With a pout, I reach behind and unhook my bra, letting it slide down my shoulders.
I slide it the rest of the way off and drop it on the floor.
My panties follow as I lift my hips and slide them down until they pool at my feet and then fall to the floor.
“Make love to me, Wayan.” I bite my tongue, knowing I shouldn’t have phrased it that way, but I couldn’t help myself.
His growl fills the room as he pounces on me, pinning me to the mattress with his large body.
“It’s my turn to torture you.” One of his hands cups my breast, kneading it with just enough force that I can’t decide if it’s pleasure or pain I’m feeling.
His other hand slips between our bodies.
His fingers searching and finding my clit.
The first swipe across the little nubbin causes me to arch my hips.
The second has me wiggling beneath him, begging for him to take me.
The third swipe has me fighting off the too-soon orgasm that’s threatening to wash over me.
“Wayan.” I moan as his lips touch my cheek, then down the side of my face to my neck, before landing on my nipple. He swirls his tongue around the tight bud, gently nipping at it.
“You taste so sweet.” He murmurs against my skin.
He slides two of his fingers into my tight pussy, causing my arousal to coat his fingers.
“Such a good girl, getting ready to take my huge cock.” He pumps his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm at first, letting my body adjust. His fingers pick up speed as his thumb rolls over my clit, causing my body to tighten as I come all over his fingers and hand.
“Good girl.” He kisses his way up my body until his lips are back on my cheek.
If I shift my head to he right, his lips will be on mine.
I shake the thought out of my head. Rule number one: no kissing on the mouth.
Instead, I kiss his cheek right above his beard.
His shaft presses against my entrance, demanding entry. “I’m ready for the tip,” I whisper in his ear.
“Looks like I’m going to have to remind you, I said if you got the tip, you were getting the whole cock.” And with that, he pushes forward until he’s deep inside of me. “Are you okay?” He asks, pushing my hair out of my face.
“More than okay. Now move.”
He laughs at my command. “As you wish.” He pulls back until he’s almost completely out of me before pushing back inside with slow, teasing strokes. “Like this?” He feigns innocence even though he knows exactly what torment he’s causing me.
“Faster.” I wiggle my hips, trying to get him to move faster.
“How about this?” He increases his pace, but not enough to satisfy me.
I’ve waited my entire adult life for this moment, and now that it’s here, I want it hard and fast. I squeeze my inner muscles, holding tight until he gives in and moves faster and deeper.
“That’s cheating, you know.” He places his forehead against mine.
“I know, so sue me.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating my body. “A spanking is more like it.”
Our playful banter is more than I expected from our arrangement, but I don’t have time to dwell on how perfect we are together, both in and out of bed, as his strokes become more erratic.
I grip his shoulders tightly as we stare into each other's eyes, the intimacy of the moment not lost on me. With a primal grunt from deep inside, he fills me with his cum, triggering my own orgasm.
“That was amazing.” I sag against the mattress as my body begins to wind down from its high.
“That it definitely was.” Wayan pulls out of my body, leaving me feeling empty, and slips out of bed.
My first concern is that now that we’ve had sex, he’s leaving.
But my worry disappears when he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth and begins to clean me up.
The gentle motion is so soothing that I drift into sleep, but not before feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around me and hold me close as I fall asleep.