That’s all it takes. My legs begin to shake as the pleasure washes over me. Waylon holds me steady as he continues to lap at my core until the last tremble runs through me.
“Geezus,” I murmur as I loosen my grip on his hair, and he stands.
Then, before I have a chance to catch my breath, he’s lifting me and carrying me to the couch.
I fall back, sinking into the soft leather, and he can’t even get his belt undone before I sit up in front of him and reach for the button of his jeans.
“Stormy, baby,” he rasps as I slide his zipper down slowly.
He’s hard and ready as I reach in and release him from his boxer briefs.
I hold the base with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. Rubbing my thumb over his crown and through the drop of clear fluid that’s gathered there. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me.
His molten eyes meet mine as I bite down on my bottom lip, and I drink him in.
The broad width of his chest and shoulders, chiseled ab muscles, lean hips, powerful thighs, and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.
His fingers thread into my hair, and he wraps the long strands around his fist as I lick his tip, lapping up the salty taste of him.
“Mmm,” I moan, and the heat in his eyes intensifies.
I lick him again, then roll my tongue around the swollen bulb a few times before opening my mouth and taking him deep.
I keep my fingers wrapped firmly around him, and his fist holds my head in place as he thrusts his hips forward, sliding in as far as he can go. I choke and sputter as he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I begin to suck him in earnest as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth.
His free hand caresses my jaw as he finds his rhythm. I grip the back of his thigh and hold on as I relax my jaw and take him in as deep as possible. He growls as I release his shaft and roll his balls in my palm, and the speed of his thrusts increases.
His fingers tug painfully at my hair as he gets close.
“Stormy, I’m going to come,” he warns, pulling back, but I hold his thigh tighter and continue to bob on his thickening cock. Savoring every inch.
His breaths quicken, and his back arches as his release hits my tongue, and I swallow every drop.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.”
His spent cock falls from my lips as his deep voice washes over me, and I look up to see his eyes trained on me. His expression is intense and raw, making my heart beat erratically.
His hand moves from my hair to cup the back of my neck, and he leans down to take my mouth. He kisses me slowly and sweetly as he sweeps me into his arms. I wrap mine around his neck and hold on as he walks us down the hallway.
Ilay her on the bed and watch as she raises her arms above her head and stretches her limbs. Like a satisfied kitten.
She’s exquisite.
I kick my jeans off and toss them onto the chair by my bed, followed by my socks. Then I climb in beside her.
I trace a finger down her chest and watch as gooseflesh covers her from head to toe and her creamy skin flushes.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I mutter.
I come over the top of her and cradle the side of her face, her big arctic-blue eyes watching me beneath long lashes, before planting a quick kiss on her lips.
I settle my weight between her open thighs and bring my mouth to hers again. I kiss her deep and slow, drinking her in as desperate little mewls escape her lips.
Breaking the kiss, she groans my name as she arches up and presses her body into me.
