Page 32 of Heat Wave
I nod, “Yes, okay.”
“If you want me to stop, you just say the word, baby. Any time. I won’t be mad. I won’t make you feel bad about stopping. You just tell me to quit, and I quit.”
That’s not going to happen. I’m on fire and can’t seem to stay still when he touches me. It’s my turn to plead with him.
“Please.”
He runs his hands over the curve of my ass and then drops them to trace the edge of my panties. He plays with thehemispheres of my ass, massaging the globes as his fingertips come closer and closer to my wet center.
“This ass is almost as luscious as your pretty boobs. I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth into you right here.” He smacks one side, causing me to jolt and let out a stream of air I didn’t realize I was holding in.
“Damn, baby.”
I don’t have time to worry if that’s a good thing since he picks that moment to slide his fingers up under the silk and lightly brush his fingers against me. I stiffen in his arms.
“You still okay with this, Oakley?”
“Y…yes.”
“Good, sweetheart. Relax. Try to relax for me.”
His hands leave me and rub my back. I whimper a little at the thought I might have kept this from happening by being rigid or foolish.
“It’s going to be alright, Oakley.”
He runs his hands down my back and over my ass in light touches that have me shifting on top of him. His chuckle shakes throughout my body, but before I can come to terms with the fact he’s laughing at me, he’s taking each cheek and spreading me apart so that his length is wedged even more profoundly against me. Maybe he’s not laughing at me after all.
“I can feel how wet your little pussy is, baby, even through my boxers. So hot and wet. Were you dreaming of me? I wasdreaming about you. And all the naughty things I want to do to you. You have no idea, not a clue, how fucking sexy you are, how fucking seeing you bounce around the kitchen made me so hard I could barely sit. No idea that every time you bent over in those fucking shorts, I wanted to bury my face between your legs and have you for dinner.”
“Oh God!” He’s right. I didn’t have a clue.
“Or how teasing you with the barest touch of my hand makes me want to roll you over and bury myself inside of you. We’ll go as slow as you need to, sweetheart, but this thing is ending up with me filling you full.”
Holy shit!
I’m pretty sure I'm even wetter now. I like the things he is saying to me almost as much as I like the feel of him sliding against me, hitting that magic place at the top of my sex. He moves my hips up and down so that I am riding the length of him.
“That’s it, baby. You take your pleasure first, and then I’ll have mine.”
I become senseless as the sensations build and coalesce between my legs where his thickness glides over me. I’m not aware of the fact that he’s pulled my panties to the side until the feel of soft fabric slides against my bare skin.
“W…Waylon?” My hips lose some of the rhythm, becoming jerky and the farthest thing from sexy. He takes me by my now bare ass and helps me find the right rhythm again.
“I just want to feel you better, baby. I just need to feel you. God, you’re soaking through my boxers.”
“Waylon, I…I don’t know what I’m doing or what…” I’m panting every word as my body tenses, and I start to shake.
“Easy, baby. Just glide on me. I got you. All you have to do is feel.”
God! I do! That’s all I can do! My eyes lose focus, and everything turns hazy as he keeps hitting my clit. My body tips over the crest of an orgasm at the same moment hard, warm flesh slides against my own. His boxers couldn’t hold him back any longer, or the movement has pulled the front of them down. I shake through my release as he rolls us and rears himself up between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” he picks up a faster rhythm, and my breath halts as I feel him, skin to skin. He grabs my wrists and holds me down to the bed. My heart lurches, but never during the entire time am I afraid or scared of Waylon. He dips his head to take my mouth before kissing across my cheek so he can whisper to me.
“God damn, you feel like nothing else! I’m going to paint that little pussy white. Do you understand, baby? I’m cumming all over it, and then it’s mine! No one else’s. You understand! No one else. You want me to cum, don’t you, baby? Tell me you want it, baby.”
“Yes. Yes. I want it, Waylon.”
I try to keep my voice low so I don’t wake Terry, but I can’t tell if I succeed. All I know, all I can focus on, is Waylon and the feel of his bare cock tunneling through my soaking pussy.
