Page 27 of A Man in Uniform

Chapter Six

Wyatt

Three months. We'vebeen back together for a full three months and it feels like we've never been apart at all. I can't get enough of her. In my mind it feels like I never left, but my body is trying to make up for all those missed moments.

Brushing the hair over her shoulder, I twine it around my hand, and pull. Her head snaps back, the sound floating off her tongue as she coos, hits my ears, and goes straight to my cock. “I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, your pussy's going to hurt for days.”

Biting her lower lip, a devious grin spreads across her face. “You're threatening me with something I'll enjoy.”

A deep grunt hits my throat, and my hand climbs over her stomach, reaching for her breast. Squeezing, I thumb her hard nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers.

There are no more words between us, only sounds. A heavy breath escapes her lips, back arching in an artful dip. Winding her hair tighter, I tug again, her throat curving up, exposing delicate skin.

Straightening my back, I nibble the exposed flesh. Small beads of sweat layer her skin, their salty taste coating my tongue, forcing my cock against the seam of my jeans.

Story glides her pussy against the engorged length, rubbing it with need. In one swoop, I rip her shirt over her head. The red lace hits my eyes, her pink nipples hard against the shear fabric. She slips her hands up her ribs, reaching in and popping the clasp.

I watch her in awe, as her fingers gently riding over the dips of her sides, so sensual as she touches herself. Each individual rib, up to the crease of her tits and her chest, it all drives me wild.

The heat in my gut begins to surge, hitting my veins, each one exploding against the skin. I don't have to see myself to know my face is flushed. The fire of my insides breaks free, sending a roaring inferno through my body.

Story leans in, resting her breasts against my chin. Letting her hair fall, I grip both tits, and drag my tongue over her nipples.

Her entire body trembles in my hand. I feel the shiver as it passes through my fingers, and curls into my chest.

She smiles, her eyes lighting up as if she knows what I just felt. Her lips softly trace my ear, and whisper. “Do you want to feel me, Wyatt?”

“Fuck, babe, I don't think I can take much more of this. I need you.” Gripping her nipple in my mouth, I roll it between my teeth, and bite down.

Story's shoulders roll forward, and she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck. Lifting on her knees, she slips her shorts down her legs and lets them fall into a crumpled ball on the floor. A sexy pair of lace panties covers her pussy, her lips outlined behind the tight material.

Popping my button free, I slide the zipper down. “Let me get that,” she says, reaching her hand in, and grabbing my thick shaft.

My head falls back as her hand wraps firmly around my length. She starts to stroke up and down, each stroke causes a rush of tingles across my thighs.

Fuck me, I'm going to blow my load so far inside her.

A surge of adrenaline pulses through my muscles, squeezing life into them. Curling my fingers into her panties, I split the seam, ripping the thin fabric in two. Her dripping wetness is exposed as small bursts of light sparkle when she rocks her hips forward.

Story gasps, the stream of air explodes out over her tongue. Her hips keep swaying, her pussy liquifying in my lap. Thrusting my hips up, my cock slides easily between her lips, and the tip of my dick hits her lower belly. “You need me, don't you?”

She nods eagerly, her pussy attempting to force me inside. “I need you more than you can know.” Running a single finger over the head of my cock, she twirls the pearly pre-cum resting on the surface. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Pressing up, Story pinches my cock and circles my dick around her entrance. I could feel her heat, the warmth of her pussy spread down over my shaft.

Slowly she lowers her hips, and my cock disappears inside her.

A buzzing sensation crawls up my chest, coalescing with the muscle pounding to keep blood flowing through my body. I can't think, my brain has shut down completely.

This moment, this single second in time where I know I have her in every way. . .

Story is mine, and I've needed her more than I ever thought I could.

Thrusting myself deeper, I grip her ass. Digging my fingers into her skin, I help her ride my length. We have the perfect rhythm, our bodies moving as one. Up and down, she gyrates her hips, saturating my furry base with her juice.

“Mm, Wyatt,” she moans, throwing her hands behind my neck. Pressing her forehead against mine, she stares into my eyes. The blue color of her eyes explodes, lashes fanning her wide gaze.

Another tremble breaks over her skin, forcing the beaded sweat to slip free, and follow her curves. Story's pussy tightens, thighs shaking around my waist. I know she's getting close, on the brink of climax.

---