Page 36 of The Hometown Dilemma
I pouted. “I’msoready.”
“I know, I know. And it’ssoamusing to watch.” A lazy grin stretched across his mouth.
“You’re not funny. This is torture.”
“Exquisite.”
Unable to take any more of his teasing, I moved as if to get off him only for him to grasp both my ass cheeks and hold me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going? I thought you were ready.”
“I-”
No further words escaped me as Wade resumed stroking around my clit. This time, his thumb pressed urgently against the core, massaging the exact spot I needed him to. The throbbing intensified as he slid first one, then two fingers inside me, stretching me out. I bucked my hips, the restricted movement making every single sensation stronger. With his free hand, Wade took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him. I wanted to close my eyes, to lessen the vulnerability cloaking me, but staring directly into his eyes everything disappeared apart from him and the climaxing pleasure building in my body. With a single crook of his finger everything exploded, the white-hot heat flooding through every blood vessel I possessed. My head fell back, body jerking in absolute satisfaction. A sharp pinch on my right nipple brought me to the present. I rested my forehead on Wade’s shoulder, breathing heavily in the aftermath.
Without giving me time to recover, Wade flipped me onto my back, resting my neck on the arm of the sofa. He ripped off my jeans, panties, and socks while I struggled out of my bra. The clothes pooled on the floor as he tore off his own t-shirt. I bit my lip at the sight of his hard, chiseled abs that led down to the V I so desperately wanted to see. The bulge pressing against his fly promised another session of exquisite pleasure. Jeans and boxers came off together and joined the other garments. My eyes widened at the sight, increasing the slickness between my legs.
“Have you got a condom?” I asked, hating to break the moment, but sometimes I couldn’t help but be practical.
“Shit, yeah, hang on a sec.” He turned and bent over, fumbling in the pocket of his jeans, giving me ample opportunity to stare at his equally muscled ass while he rolled on the condom.
Seconds later, he knelt above me, the tip of his cock gently pressing against my entrance.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I nodded, all words escaping me.
“How about this?” He moved inside me a little, then pulled out again.
“Mmmhmm.”
Wade wrinkled his nose. “I love how you’ve lost the ability to speak now, when I need you to tell me what you want. You were pretty vocal earlier.”
“You know what I want.”
“I need you to tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me.” A blush spread over my cheeks as I expressed my exact desires at that moment.
“And that, my sweet girl, is exactly what I’m going to do.”
His rock-hard cock slipped easily inside me given how aroused I already was. The delicious feeling of fullness as he thrust hard spread right to the tips of my fingers. Arching my hips to meet his thrusts, any previous teasing was replaced by slow, deliberate movements, each intended to take me higher and higher. I slid my hands to my own breasts, massaging the flesh, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger, adding to the tingles zapping all over my body.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” growled Wade, his last thrust so hard I almost fell off the sofa.
Playing up to his comment, I made a show of licking the tip of my finger then popping it into my mouth and sucking on it. The response of his dick pulsing inside me told me he liked that too.
“I’m getting close,” he grunted, the slow and measured thrusts replaced by something more urgent.
“Me too,” I murmured. Reaching around, I dug my nails into his skin, pulling him deeper into me. I wanted to feel everything, every tiny explosion when it finally came.
Wade adjusted his position, then with one final lunge, groaned in pleasure at the same time my second orgasm hit hard. We lay together for a couple of minutes, the only sound our breathing returning to normal. After a moment, Wade carefully withdrew and got up, cleaning himself up and disposing of the used condom. I shuddered to think who would be sorting that out later. He returned to the sofa, pulling me into his chest.
“What just happened?” he asked.
It was a damn good question.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I had two of the best orgasms ever.” I tried to keep things light, not knowing quite where we went next.
