Page 36 of Heat Wave
Our tongues war with one another as I rub her ass and back down her leg before grabbing her ankle. She gasps through our kiss as I encircle it before pulling back and placing kisses on the side of her foot and over her ankle bone. Looking down at her laid out in front of me in pink lace, has me losing control for a moment and biting down. She hisses, but I also see her back come off the bed again. It might have shocked her, but she liked it.
I kiss up her leg and over her knee before moving to her inner thigh and pulling her legs further apart. I kiss her lace-covered pussy and over her mound before coming back up her body. This time, I pull the cups of her bra down, so her round breasts spill out into my waiting mouth and hand.
“Waylon!” Her breathy cry is louder this time.
I place my mouth over her nipple and suck the hard peak between my tongue and the roof of my mouth before giving it a little nip. She cries out and arches into my mouth, pulling me to her, trying to get closer to the sensations I am causing. Her legs tighten around me before she whimpers for me.
I lick my way to the other side of her sweet body before laving the other nipple and using my fingers to play with the side I just left. Her nipples turn hard as berry stones. Her hips tilt, and she starts rubbing her little pussy against my dick. I growl as I bite down on the firm pebble, and she cries my name out.
“Oh my God! Please! Please, Waylon!”
“You need me, Oakley? You need me to take the ache away?”
“God, yes! I need you!”
I pull her off the bed and into my lap as I work the clasp of her bra free. I cup her bare ass with both my hands and move her, so she is riding the ridge of my jean-covered cock. Her head falls back, giving me a perfect line from her neck down to her ripe, swollen breasts.
“Waylon, God! I…I’m…”
“Sexy as hell? Oh, yeah, baby. I know you are. Perfect for me? You bet your sweet little ass you are!”
I kiss her with all the passion I have bottled up inside of me before rubbing her against my throbbing dick. She pulls at the hem of my shirt.
In between kisses, she mumbles to me, “Take it off!”
She pulls it over my head, and her hands spread across my back and over my chest. Her mouth follows her hands as she kisses me like I kissed her, her tongue finding my nipple and licking the flat disc before sinking her teeth into my pec.
I growl and spin us so she’s on her back again. My mouth finds hers as her hands come up to cup my face, and her thighs tighten around me. I kiss her long and hard before making my way down her body, stopping to suck each of her nipples in my mouth. I kiss down her tummy and lick around her belly button before taking the little lace panties in my hands and pulling them. The sound of them ripping fills the air, as well as her shocked gasp.
Her pussy lies bare for me, finally, after days of dreaming about it. I can’t stop myself from diving in. Even as she cries my name loud enough that it rings off the walls, I can’t help but bury my face in her soft little peach. Warmth and softness envelope me as I take my first taste of the last pussy I’ll ever eat.
Her flavor hits my tongue at the same time her hips come off the bed, and she reaches out to grab for the sheets on the bed. And, god damn, am I lost. I roll my face side to side so the scent of her, the essence of her, marks my whole face as I run my tongue up and down her tight channel.
“Oh God! Oh God! Way! Waylon! I’m…I…Waylon!”
She’s not holding back now, shouting for me as loud as she wants to, screaming my name as I work my tongue through her passage and up to bat at her clit. I suck and nip my way through exploring her sweetness before dropping back and using my tongue to pry her entrance open. Her thighs are straining, and her hips are following my tongue as she sobs out her enjoyment.
“Yes! God, yes! I need…oh, so big…”
She has no idea what is coming next, if she thinks my tongue is big! No idea at all!
Chapter Twenty-Four
Oakley
My body is on fire, and all I can think about is Waylon. His tongue pushing inside of me is causing my thighs to shake and my core to tighten as tension fills my whole body. I tried at first to stop my hips from riding his face, but after he tongue-fucked my entrance and sucked on my clit I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about anything but Waylon and what he is making me feel.
It feels like it’s too much, like his tongue is too big, like I might break at any moment. I can barely breathe with how tight everything seems. His tongue focuses on my clit, and I can’t fight it anymore. My body picks that moment to reach its climax. Muscles start to convulse, and every part of me is focused on release. I cry out his name over and over again as I bow off the bed and clench around nothing but air. Nothing, until his tongue wedges itself back inside of me. Warmth floods my body, and stars start dancing behind my tightly closed eyes.
By the time I open them again, he’s come over me and somehow taken his pants off. His bare skin against my foot when I slide it over the back of his calf and up his thigh is warm and new. I can feel…him nudging against my still aching core that is now damp and needy for him.
“Waylon?”
“Everything is going to be alright, baby? You tell me when you want to stop.”
He’s holding himself back so tightly his body shakes up against my own. “I don’t want to stop. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside of me.”
“Oh, sweet girl, you don’t understand what you saying that means to me.”
