Hearing that, all his willpower vanishes.
He yanks at my shirt and my pants, his hands clumsy, so desperate to get to my skin that he can't focus on any one thing. I’m just as needy as he is, so I tug my shirt over my head and fling it to the side as he tugs my jeans down my legs.
“You're so fucking gorgeous.” His voice is a deep rumble, vibrating against my skin as he presses his mouth to my calf and starts trailing kisses upwards. “All dressed up for me, huh?”
I shiver in delight at the sharp nip of his teeth against the inside of my thigh.
“You're a little overdressed, don't you think?” I tease.
He's still wearing the quarter zip and jeans he showed up in. He looks incredible, but I'd much rather feel his skin on mine.
“Trying to get me naked?” he asks with a grin as he pulls his sweater up over his head.
His muscles shift with the movement, and my mouth goes dry at the sight. He looks like something out of a surf magazine, all bronzed skin and corded muscle. I want to eat him alive.
“Is it working?” I ask with a laugh.
The look in his eyes is absolutely wicked as he kicks his jeans off, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. The bulge of his cock is obscenely obvious, and he stalks forward to find his place between my legs again. I groan at the feeling of warm skin against mine, his hands on my hips to hold me still as he grinds down against me.
“Yeah, I think it’s working,” he whispers.
My laugh trails off into a moan when he dips his head down to trail kisses down the length of my throat. His cock throbs between my legs, and the proof of how badly he wants me makes me shiver.
“This isn’t what I thought you meant when you said you wanted your mouth on me.” My voice is breathless, even with the teasing lilt to it. “Not that I’m complaining.”
He hums against my skin, grinning as he lays a soft bite to my collarbone.
“Impatient,” he scolds.
He doesn’t make me wait, though. He folds himself down between my legs, kneeling on the floor as he yanks me to the edge of the bed. His lips trace a slow, lazy line up the inside of my thigh until he reaches the edge of my panties.
I can’t help watching as he peels my thong down my legs. Those bright blue eyes are swimming with ravenous desire.
I’ve never felt half as sexy as I do when Wayne looks at me like that.
“Hold on, sugar.” He grabs my hands and leads them into his own hair, waiting until I curl my fingers in the strands before letting go. “I’m not stopping until you push me away.”
My stomach quivers with need as his hands find purchase on my hips, but I don’t get a chance to agree before his mouth drives every thought clear out of my mind.
His tongue is just as clever as I remember it, slick and hot as he moans against my pussy. I’m already wet just from knowing how much he wants me, and the sight of his broad shoulders between my legs isn’t doing anything to help me calm down. Those steely blue eyes catch on mine as he seals his lips around my clit and sucks, and I swear my entire soul shakes with pleasure.
I tug at his hair as a shout of pleasure tears from my lips, but he just chuckles, not easing up at all.
My thighs tremble violently as my first orgasm washes through me, a wave of overwhelming pleasure that leaves me a molten puddle on the sheets. The shaky moan I let out turns sharply into a gasp of agonized bliss when Wayne doesn’t stop for a single second.
His mouth keeps going, offering me no reprieve to catch my breath. I quake under his ministrations, unable to do anything but yank at his hair as he works me up again.
I nearly scream when he slides one finger, then two inside me. The stretch is exquisite, sending heat and need to every corner of my body. He crooks them right up against the spot that makes me see stars. My spine arches like a bow and then immediately melts, my fingers spasming in the soft waves of Wayne’s hair. My thighs are tense with overwhelming bliss, but he refuses to let me inch away.
He holds my thighs in a grip tight enough to bruise, moaning against my skin and sending pleasure coursing through me like a tsunami.
“Fuck, Wayne!”
My head goes fuzzy as the pleasure just keeps coming. He works me to orgasm after orgasm, his tongue and his fingers moving ceaselessly to drive me insane. I can hardly even pull in enough air to scream, my body strung so tight that every shift of his mouth almost hurts.
I finally manage to get my thoughts together for long enough to push at his head. My grip is weak and I can hardly keep my arms straight, but he does pull away.
I collapse back against the bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I can barely feel my legs, and my core is quivering with lust. Most of the people I've slept with have barely managed to get one orgasm out of me, but the shine on Wayne’s lips doesn't lie.
