“So needy,” I whisper, nipping at the base of her throat. “Relax, baby. We have all night.”
I leisurely kiss my way down her body. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of skin until she’s a whimpering, writhing mess again.
When I reach her thighs, I gently press them apart and find her wet and ready. This time, I take my time looking my fill. Drinking in the effect my touch has on her.
I swipe a fingertip across her, gathering her arousal and bringing it to my lips. Moaning as the taste of her hits my tongue.
Desire burns in her eyes as she lifts her head to watch.
I spread her open with my fingers, and my tongue explores her hot flesh.
She gasps my name as soon as my lips wrap around the tight bundle of nerves, and when I nip at her clit with my teeth, her hips jump in my grip.
I continue to lap at her as I insert a finger into her slick opening and begin to curl it in and out, already learning her body and knowing what she needs.
I take my time using my mouth, tongue, and hands to drive her wild. She pants and thrashes as I decrease the pressure, teasing her, bringing her to the edge and back again and again.
Her fingers knot into my hair, and she tries to hold me in place, raising her hips to grind against my tongue until she’s trembling beneath me.
I lift my head.
“Easy there, baby. I’m not done enjoying eating this pretty pussy yet.”
“Waylon, please,” she cries.
I chuckle as I return my mouth to her, holding her stare as I add another finger, and she erupts.
She chants my name as the orgasm rockets through her.
As she lies there, catching her breath and recovering, I push myself off the bed.
I reach over to my nightstand and open the drawer. She bears up on her elbow, her eyes burning with desire as I return with a foil packet between my fingers.
I rip the wrapper open with my teeth, and she watches intently as I smooth the latex over my erection. Then I come back over her and take her mouth with mine.
“Are you ready for orgasm number three?” I ask against her lips.
She mutters something about me being a cocky asshole as I position my tip at her entrance. With one swift thrust of my hips, I’m inside her. Filling her completely.
And her complaint falls away as she moans, “Yesss.”
I reach back and grasp her left leg and feed it over my hip so I can move deeper, faster, burying my face in her neck.
Her hands twist in the sheets at her sides, and she throws her head back as I slide my lips down her exposed throat. The soft kisses are a stark contrast as I pound mercilessly into her tight heat.
My breaths start coming in short, ragged pants as I try to hold on, but I can feel my balls tighten as the tension coils at the base of my spine. Shelby’s legs lock around my waist, and she raises her hips to meet mine.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. All warm and tight,” I grunt as her muscles constrict around my thickening cock.
I dig my fingers into her hips as her hands come around me. She rakes her nails down my back to my ass and holds on when I bear up and slip a hand between us, striking her in just the right spot. Her body begins to convulse, and a guttural cry bubbles from her throat, causing me to lose control. My mouth clamps down on hers as my climax explodes into her, and I ride the pleasure until I collapse on top of her.
We lie here, wrapped in each other, her fingers lazily running through the damp hair at the nape of my neck until our pulses calm and the sweat on our skin cools. Then I pull away and stand, sliding the condom off and tying a knot at the end as I walk to the bathroom.
I return to her with a warm washcloth and gently clean her up before lying beside her and tugging the sheet over us as she curls into my side.
She lays her head against me, and I inhale deeply. “You smell like jasmine.”
“It’s my shampoo,” she mutters.
