“Yes,” I whisper, my voice box barely functioning. “Almost there.” I bounce up and down against him, finding the perfect rhythm and pressure. My legs draw tighter, but he redirects his hands to hold me open wide.
Waylon shakes his face side to side, his tongue wagging against me and I come undone. I scream as an orgasm rips through me. Electric heat explodes from my center, every part of me stiffening as he holds me in place.
I collapse, falling to the side. One leg is still over his chest, the other folded up in such a way that it sort of looks like we’re forming an odd L-shape. He turns to his side, looking over at me as he catches his breath.
“Now, are you the kind of girl who will kiss a man who has her all over his mouth?” he asks.
“Fair point.” I flip around and lick my come from his chin, then kiss his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth.I lie back down in the same position, with one leg over his chest and the other spread farther away, as if I’m cradling his upper body between them.
“Do you need a little rest after that?” he asks.
“No.”
“Good,” he says, reaching for the tentacle I brought with me.
He inches closer, so I hook my right leg over his hip and bend the left around where he’s holding his weight on his elbow. He’s got a front-row seat to my whole downstairs.
Waylon drags the tip of the toy over my entrance, causing me to whimper.
“Someone is sensitive after her first orgasm,” he says, licking his lips. He tilts the toy, pressing the suction cup side against my clit. “And still so wet.”
“Yes.” I wiggle and arch, pushing my hips toward him, toward his touch. I beg without words.More. I want more.
He grinds the toy against me, driving my senses wild. I move against the toy, seeking more friction, finding the rhythm. I throw my head back. “Yes. Yes. More.”
Waylon slides the tentacle into me finally, and it takes my breath away. All of that momentum, all of that build, sated. My head falls back as his hand pushes and pulls, his pace quickening.
I press my legs open wider for him as he plunges it deeper, fucking me hard.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, practically growling. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I pant and moan.
He leans down, taking my clit into his mouth again. His pace with the toy remains the same as his tongue circles me.
“Fuckkkkkkk!” My entire body seizes again without warning. I stiffen and shake as a second orgasm grips my senses. I scream and push against him, trying to both escape and chase the feeling. Unparalleled. Wild. Free. That’s how I feel.
I collapse back, panting hard as he gently drags the tentacle out and back in. It’s so slow and measured, I might die just like this. From pleasure. My thighs squeeze together, or try to.
“Oh my god,” I huff. “Oh my god, you have to stop.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, still slowly pushing and pulling.
“Yes, but only because I want you now.” I sit up and pull the gown off. I lie back down and roll onto my stomach, pushing my ass into the air toward him. I look back over my shoulder and watch him watch me. I push onto my knees and bend over. “Like this. I want you like this.”
Waylon lifts onto his knees and pushes his boxer briefs down, his cock springing up as he inches nearer to me. He puts his left hand on my ass cheek, guiding himself with the other until he finds my entrance. He rubs the tip of his dick against me until I’m once again pushing back and seeking more.Need. More.
I close my eyes, letting the sensations take over. “Waylon, please.”
His cocks slides inside me, and I lose my breath, shoving my face into the mattress to muffle the sounds. My fingers curl into the sheet as I hold tight. He pushes as far into me as he can, filling me up as he rocks back and forth.
“You like it deep, don’t you, darlin’? You like it when I fill you up like this?” Waylon’s words are sharp, huffy.
“Yes. More. I want more,” I plead, pushing back against him.
He reaches up, gripping my shoulder for leverage, and pushes as deeply as he can. He pumps into me hard and deep, again and again, his pace quickening.
“Just like that,” I say, moaning.
