Page 58 of Until Waverly

“Fuck,” I groaned before dropping to my knees between her spread thighs. I pushed the lips of her sex aside, taking in the pink, wet flesh. I craved tasting her. I ran my tongue through her slit and moaned her name. She was sweet and musky and perfect.

With soft, slow licks, I took my time enjoying her. Her juices coated my tongue with each swipe, and I buried my face there, devouring her with my mouth and fingers. I wanted to go slow, but the more of her flavor coated my tongue, the more eager I became. Waverly dug her fingers into my hair, and I made a sound of approval while nuzzling her clit poking out of its little hood.

On the first lap of the sensitive bud, she shrieked. Good thing I’d put the white noise machine on and closed the bedroom door. Over and over, I teased her clit until she was mindless. Her fingernails scraped across my scalp and tugged at my hair as she pushed me deeper between her legs. She rode my face, and I slipped a finger into her, wanting her to cum on my tongue. Waverly was gorgeous in the throes of passion, so much more than our first time.

I sucked her swollen hard clit between my lips while lashing my tongue over the hard bundle of nerves. The walls of her pussy clenched around my finger, and the cry of my name on her lips as she came was perfection.

I gave her one more lick before I pulled my finger out of her and cleaned them. My heart pounded as I began to undress. Arousal and need flooded me. My dick ached to get inside her, fast. Grabbing my cock through my boxers, I hissed. My balls throbbed. Precum dribbled from my tip.

“Oh, fuck me, I don’t have a condom,” I said irritated at not remembering to grab a box, even if I wasn’t sure how the day would end. I could kick my own ass right now.

Waverly sat up. “It’s okay, Jackson, I’m on birth control,” she murmured, her cheeks turning red, causing her freckles to stand out in stark contrast to her pale skin.

I’d never fucked anyone raw.

Not once.

Not ever.

Both my older brothers were fanatical about protection. And they engrained that shit into my head early and often. Waverly was different though. She was my one and only. If birth control failed us a second time. I was here. We were together, and we would deal with it. Plus, I’d promised to marry her. I planned on following through. She wrapped her hand around my dick and pumped her fist.

“Shit,” I hissed as my hips jerked, and I fucked her palm. “Keep that up, sunshine, and I’m going to blow my load right here and now. Which would be a shame and a half since I want to come inside of you. Not in your hand.”

Needing to get my dick in her as quickly as possible, I flipped her over onto her belly, keeping pressure and any weight off her bad ankle. Her knees rested on the floor, and I squeezed her perfect ass.

Which I spanked.

“Jackson,” she shrieked, as she lowered her hands to protect her flesh. “What are you doing?” Her shock and surprise should’ve stopped me, but it didn’t. Waverly and I were young. It meant we had years and years ahead of us to explore our growing sexuality together. I wasn’t going to miss a minute of it.

“Paddling your ass. It’s punishment for all the times you closed me out. Got snarky or stubborn.” I leaned over her back, pressing my dick between the crevice of her ass. The warm, wet heat of her pussy teased me. “I kept track, Waverly.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of my dick and placed the tip at the well of her cunt. For some reason, I tortured us both, sinking my cock into her an inch at a time. She was so damn tight. My eyes rolled up in pleasure while I tensed. No way hell was I going to last more than a dozen strokes if I was lucky before I came.

I pulled out of her until just the head of my cock was inside of her and sucked in air, trying to find the control I had to make this good for both of us. I took a breath and prayed for restraint before sinking my entire length back into her.

Wiggling my hand between the cushion and her belly, I cupped her pussy and ran my finger across her clit. I milked the swollen, wet bud as I fuck her. Each thrust was deeper, harder, and faster than the last.

“Jackson, please,” she begged.

My hips jerked, and I lost my rhythm as she clamped down harder on my cock. The tingle began at the base of my spine, and I went faster, chasing the feeling I’d sought for so long.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I grunted as the euphoria of my orgasm shot through me, and I began to pulse deep within her.

Her second climax had her burying her face in the cushion as she screamed through her orgasm. Waverly slapped at the back pillow, threw back her head, and drew in a breath before chanting, “No more, Jackson. It’s too much.”

I dropped kisses on her shoulder and the base of her neck and groaned, pressing my face in the crook of her neck, enjoying the moment. “You okay?” I asked before placing another kiss on her ear.

“Yes,” she said, sounding as if she’d run a marathon.

“How’s the leg?”

“What leg?”

I chuckled.

Waverly giggled.

I eased out of her, not really wanting to break our connection, but I also knew eventually her legs would go numb from being in this position for so long. Once I stood, then helped her to her feet. “Go clean up,” I murmured against her forehead. “I’ll get this stuff put away. Then I’ll join you.”

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