Page 44 of Wait With Me
“Okay, fine, I’m hungry for sex, too,” she mumbles and sucks in a deep breath of air. “But I need to hear what you’re thinking the whole time we do this…you know…for research and stuff.”
“For research and stuff,” I repeat, licking my lips and trying not to smirk.
“This is serious, Miles.”
“Okay,” I acquiesce. “But I have to warn you. I’m probably not going to be the most articulate when I’m buried inside you.”
She swallows slowly and squirms in her seat as my hand inches up a little farther. Her voice is husky when she replies, “You had no problem articulating yourself the night of my party.”
I chuckle at that memory. “Well, those were extenuating circumstances.”
“Were they?” She bites her lip and stares down at my hand that’s now disappeared under her skirt.
“Yes,” I reply with a brazen squeeze of her thigh. “I was sexually frustrated beyond belief. I’d spent weeks watching you flounce into the comfort center looking so fucking sexy and unsuccessfully sneaky.”
“Unsuccessful?” she exclaims defensively.
“Yeah, you weren’t what I’d call stealthy.”
“Shut up.” She giggles, and her lower lip sticks out as she mock sulks.
“Then you kissed me at that bar and rode on the back of my motorcycle. By the night of your party, I was a sexually deprived madman. Then I catch you flirting with that guy—”
“I wasn’t flirting!” she exclaims, shoving me hard in the shoulder.
I pull my hand from under her skirt and use her momentum to pull her onto my lap. She happily obliges, straddling me and resting her hands on my shoulders, mindlessly toying with the neckline of my T-shirt.
I slowly slide my hands up her bare thighs, and the movement has her legs spreading even farther. “I know you weren’t flirting, but I wanted to fuck you so bad I couldn’t think straight.”
She pulls her lips in and rubs them together, seemingly appeased by that response. “Well then, what are we waiting for?” she asks, making fierce eye contact with me as she shamelessly grinds her hips down onto my groin.
My dick develops its own heartbeat as the heat of her center touches my erection. I reach up and cup her face, connecting our lips at last. Her gloss tastes like strawberries, and I swirl my tongue into her parted lips to taste more of her. She combs her fingers into my hair and gives as good as she gets.
Then…
She braces her hands on the back of the couch and begins full-on humping me.
I break our kiss, breathless and a little lightheaded. Tucking her red tendrils behind her ears so I can see her face more clearly, I ask, “Are you dry humping me?”
She smiles, her lips a little raw from my whiskers as she greedily thrusts her hips into me again. “Maybe.”
My dick jolts, and my hands fall from her face to rest on her hips as I ride the motion like she’s some sort of wave pool at a theme park. The texture of my jeans becomes painful as my cock pushes to full length.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she pants, dropping her forehead to mine as she continues working herself on top of me.
I press my head to her chest, the painful tightness in my pants unbearable, yet something I don’t want to stop either. It’s like an itch that feels so fucking good to scratch, but you know if you do it for too long, it will be raw and fucked by the end.
“Research mode already?” I ask, sliding my hands up the side of her ribs and cupping her breasts through the silky fabric.
“Oh,” she moans loudly, her eyes closing as my fingers brush over her clearly unrestrained nipples. “And yes, tell me what’s going on in your mind.”
I nip at her breast through her dress as she grinds down on me again. “I’m thinking about how thinly veiled your little pussy is as it rocks on my thick, hard denim.”
“So hard,” she repeats, eyes still closed as she gyrates on my lap.
“And it feels so good having you ride my cock, but I bet your little clit is just burning for release. All that friction and rubbing. I bet you’ve soaked through your panties.”
“Yes,” she husks and runs her hand through her hair as she grinds on me faster. “What else?”
