Page 65 of Just the Tipsy
But I climb closer and closer to coming until I can barely take it.
“I’m close,” I choke out. He pulls the toy away immediately. “Shit. That’s…a lot.”
My pussy is still tingling from the vibrator, and my whole body tingles when he kisses my inner thighs. Once he sees I’ve come down, he starts again.
I start to lose count of how many times he brings merightto the edge before pulling back. He cycles between the vibrator, his fingers, his mouth, and the dildo in different combinations that drive me nuts in different ways. I’m dizzy with need, my pussy so soaked that I’m sure there’s a damp spot on the bed beneath me.
At some point I start trembling from head to toe, like all the sensations inside me are threatening to burst out of my skin. I’ve never felt like this before, like I’m just a bunch of nerve endings arranged like a human being. How did I go through life without knowing feelings like this existed?
And how did I go through life not seeing Waylon from between my legs, his entire focus on me and my pleasure?
“P-please,” I gasp when he stops on me again. “Please. I need to come. I’m going insane.”
He sits up, his cock making a bulge in his shorts. My pussy aches just looking at him. I want him inside me.
“You want to come on my cock?” he asks, hopping up and shedding his shorts and boxers. His cock has a pearl of precum on the tip, which glides down the underside of his shaft.
“Please.”
He reaches over to the side table and grabs a condom, suiting up in seconds.
“I’ll give you what you asked for since you asked nicely. Hold your legs back, princess,” he says, picking up the wand toy. “I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Don’t hold back.” I do as he says, my eyes on him.
Instead of plunging inside of me right away, he puts the wand against my clit again. I’m so close that I cry out, breathing deep so I don’t come before he’s buried deep. He brings me up and up until I’m nearly at the edge before he pushes inside me.
The sudden fullness brings tears to my eyes and steals my ability to breathe. And when he starts to fuck me hard while keeping the toy on me?
I’m done. I can’t stop myself from coming. His thick cock pounding me, grazing my g-spot again and again, is too much to process. My brain shuts down all activity besides the ones that control how I feel. The pleasure literally makes me cry, tears streaming down my face.
I manage to pull it together long enough to look up at Waylon, who’s equally as lost in me as I am in my own pleasure. The eye contact is electric. Not too much. Not too intimate.
“Fuck, I can’t anymore,” he says, tossing my toy to the side.
He presses my legs back even further and fucks me so hard that his bed slams against the wall over and over again. I manage to pull him down into a kiss that’s barely a kiss, it’s just us touching in any way we can. Getting as close as we can. He buries his face into my neck as he comes, his entire body shuddering.
He manages not to squish me when he relaxes, not that I would have done anything. I’ve merged with this bed and couldn’t move a muscle if I tried. He pulls out and goes to throw out the condom before laying back down next to me.
“Holy fuck,” I say, once I catch my breath. “That…I…”
“You okay?” He swipes a tear off my face with his thumb. It’s so tender that I almost cry again, but I hold my shit together and nod.
“It was just…it was really intense,” I say, my heart still racing.
“You want to take a shower?” he asks. “To decompress a little.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I need something to bring me down a bit.
We head to the bathroom, which is tidy and surprisingly spacious. I wind my hair up into a bun on the top of my head while he starts the water for us. He gestures for me to go in first. The hot water feels like a balm on my skin.
“Temperature good?” he asks, stepping inside behind me and hanging up a fresh washcloth, before closing the curtain.
“It’s perfect.” I let my chin fall to my chest and let the water fall down my back for a little too long. “Sorry, I’m hogging the water, aren’t I?”
“A little bit.” He gives me a half-smile and we switch places. “But I understand. It’s a good shower.
“I’ve never really done this before,” I admit. “Showering with anyone.”
