Page 20 of The Playboy and the Waitress

He reaches between us, and I arch upwards as his fingers rub my clit expertly, just as I’m about to fall apart in his arms he stops. I’m practically growling as my body is strung tighter as he stimulates me further rubbing himself up and down my folds. I cry out as he thrust himself fully inside of me without warning. His large hands seem to span the width of my back as he pulls me into him off the ground smashing me against his hard chest. He doesn’t pound into me like my body wants him to. He laughs as he teases me with his mouth. Dage simply rolls his hips as he kisses me senseless once again. I rub my foot down his long leg and grab his ass, pulling as much of him inside of me as I can. I’m practically putty in his arms.

My body quivers as he latches onto one of my breasts with his warm mouth as one of his hands lowers in between us. Then between those clever fingers and how full of him, I am, my body explodes. I cum so hard that I feel like I black out for a moment. He grabs my hips as I twist under him screaming out his name, my body convulsing once again. His skin is damp under my hands, and as I open my eyes. I can see his face scrunched up as the pleasure of this moment is torturing him as he races towards his own release.

I feel his whole body tighten up only seconds before I feel him pulsing inside of me. He says my name over and over as he lowers his entire weight on top of me. I pull him close, rubbing my hands gently up and down his back. I'm not innocent, but damn that was intense.

“Shit,” he whispers, and I die laughing.

He pulls himself up on his forearms staring down at me. “You rung me dry like an untried youth, Jenna.”

I push his hair off his forehead. “I think you did ok for an old man.”

“I’ll try harder next time.”

“Anything more intense and I may have a heart attack, there is no questioning your skills, old man.”

“Damnit, Jenna, I didn’t use any protection.”

“We're good, I have been on the pill for what seems like forever.”

He plops down beside me and pulls me close. I lay my head on his shoulder and run my fingers over his stomach. Mapping all the little ridges and lines gently as he looks up at the sky above.

“Whatcha thinking about up there I can practically hear the wheels moving from down here.”

“I really wasn’t for once. I’m simply enjoying holding you. I don’t think you understand that quiet has never been part of my world. The more I'm here… the more I understand… Have you ever searched for something and had no idea who, or what, it was? I feel like my whole life I have been looking and watching…simply wondering thewhy’s… Like why do some fall in love and others don’t? Why do some work day and night for worldly pleasures, or even more money? Then there are others that are simply content with what they have, never striving for more. I have done everything they…anyone has asked of me, but my heart was never in it.”

“Dage we all feel lost from time to time, that’s the human in us. But if you let it… thewhat if’swill drive you crazy. As much as there are things I would love to change in my own world, I have learned that things happen just the way they are supposed to. It’s those unanswered prayers you always hear of. We all walk the path that was laid before us, now I do believe you can take different directions, absolutely. But in the end, you are exactly where you are supposed to be.”

He rubs his hand down my back, grabbing the top of my butt. “Who made you so smart?”

“Duh, I am a girl.”

“No denying that, my little smart ass.”

I hear a beeper go off and I realize it's his watch. “Shit, it's already one in the morning. We better get up and get dressed. I need to get going. I have a meeting with a contractor tomorrow, or should I say today, at eleven.”

“I really didn’t intentionally bring you out here to molest you. I honestly was just planning on star watching.”

He kisses my forehead as he pulls me in tight. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on. I have a few friends getting together tomorrow evening and if you’re not working. I would love for you to go with me.”

“You do know who you're holding in your arms right… because I remember plainly telling you recently that formal is not a strong point of mine.”

“I absolutely don’t want you to be anything, but who you are. I'm not attracted to make-believe, Jenna.”

“Dage, I don’t know. I don’t even have clothes for things like that.”

“Oh, now I know you're full of shit… there isn’t a woman alive who doesn’t have that one outfit she loves to wear when she is strutting in front of the whole world.”

“I do have a hot pair of smurf jammies that makes my ass look really good.”

“I’ll be here to get you at six, whether you have your jammies on or not. Come on, let’s get this cleaned up.”

We both get dressed and I'm loading the blankets into the back seat of the four-wheeler when I see Dage approaching Brutus with something in his hand. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to spook Brutus, but he could easily gore Dage before either of us could react.

Brutus turns his large head, watching Dage as he approaches. “Hey, big guy, I thought I could bribe you into keeping an eye on our main girl here. I need someone to tell me if any other guys come sniffing around the place.”

He holds his hand out and I can see he has a few carrots in his palm. Brutus must have smelled them because he takes a step forward. I can tell by the way Dage is standing that he knows he is in extreme danger if this goes bad. I walk up slowly and put my hand under Dage’s, lifting it up under Brutus’ nose, I rub Brutus' side gently encouraging him to take the carrots. He sniffs the carrots and then gently takes them all out of Dage’s palm. Brutus never once takes his eyes off us. I pull Dage back and away from Brutus and when I feel like we are at a good distance we turn around heading for the four-wheeler.

“That could have gone very differently, Dage, damn my heart hit my throat when I saw you that close to him.”

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