Was It Worth the Wait? (In the Heat of the Night, Pt 3)
My answer should have been yes.
The question: “Do you still think we shouldn’t have sex?”
But with my moistened dick barely out of Melissa’s mouth, any answer that wouldn’t result in me ravaging her cocoa buttery smooth body was out of the question.
“No,” that was my answer.
My final answer.
I didn’t actually say it but my actions spoke volumes.
I grabbed Melissa by the nape of her neck and she looked up at me. Mouth still agape, she licked her lips hungrily. I leaned in and kissed her. I could taste me on her, but I didn’t let that stop me.
Placing my hands gently along her side, I raised Melissa to her feet by her underarms and met her face to face. My still erect dick is all that separated our warm bodies. As soon as its moist tip grazed against her red wifebeater, I knew this was going to get messy.
I wrapped my hands around Melissa’s waist and felt for the bottom of her shirt before taking in a fistful of fabric and raising it upward. Instinctively, she raised her arms to make the disrobing process easier.
Once I tossed the shirt to the side, Melissa, who stood before me in a black lace bra, did the same with my polo top and wifebeater. She dispensed of both just as quickly as I had done hers.
Aggressively, I cupped Melissa’s juicy ass with both my hands and she exposed her neck to me—I bit down.
Gently gnawing at her jugular, I eased my hands up under her denim skirt so I could get a firmer grasp of her booty. I felt nothing but flesh, glorious flesh.
Was she wearing no underwear?
I’d soon discover.
I removed Melissa’s bra, revealing two perfectly perky breasts. I took in her delicious nipples one by one.
Licking and…
Suckling and..
Twirling…
My tongue.
Greedily, I pressed her firm breasts together so I could suck them both at the same time. When I had my fill of titillating stimulation, I looked to unwrap her hidden treasures, which had escaped me last time.
Slowly, I undid Melissa’s belt and pulled it loose from the confines of her denim shackles. It fell to the ground with a clank and I continued my work.
With one flick of my finger, I unbuttoned her skirt before sliding the zipper down, exposing Melissa’s sharp hip bones. She placed her hands on mine and grasped the fringe of her skirt, easing it further down her waist, past her thighs and down to her ankles.
Finally, I had my answer.
Yes…
She was wearing underwear. These black lace G-strings that matched the bra I’d discarded long ago. With a slim strand of fabric tucked in the warm crevice of her bottom, it was easy to see why I had assumed she was bottomless.
There was less material to her undergarments than flesh, glorious flesh.
I tugged at Melissa’s panties and drew them down. They quickly joined the rest of our clothes scattered across my living room.
Now, before me was a perfect slice of heaven, Melissa's bare naked pussy.
There was not a hair in sight, just flesh, glorious flesh.
Mine for the taking.
So I took.
I twisted Melissa around and laid her firmly on the couch. I wasted no time in burying my face between her luscious legs.
The first taste is always the best.
My tongue pierced the light seal that kept her pussy lips pursed. I worked my way up from the deep dark bottom, and then, as if preparing an envelope for delivery, I licked her thoroughly gliding my taste buds across every nook and cranny.
Once she’d been properly moistened, I dove in deeper, penetrating her with my tongue and lapping up her droplets of excitement.
I pressed in deeper and nestled my cheeks against her bare pussy lips. She flinched as the stubble from my 5 O’clock shadow lay across her exposed flesh, glorious flesh.
I began stimulating her clit with my mouth, while easing a finger inside her. It was a shallow penetration, just enough to get her hot. Then I sped up the pace of my licks, sucks and finger fucks until my chin was drenched in Melissa’s succulent juices.
Inspired, I rose from my comfortable perch and looked down at what lie before me—a beautiful woman with the curves of the 19th letter of the alphabet. Melissa looked back up at me, writhing in rapture like a woman possessed.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” she whispered, in this seductive tone.
“One second,” I beckoned, scanning the room, briefly.
There, to the side, I spotted what I was looking for. My jeans, cast off to the side, I ruffled through the pocket and retrieved a condom. Melissa watched intently as I unwrapped it and rolled it down my shaft until all of my manhood was encased and ribbed for her pleasure.
“Now,” I said, intensely. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
That’s what I wanted to do last night, but Melissa halted my progress. I was left horny and alone with my dick in my hands. Tonight was different.
This glorious mound of flesh, glorious flesh that Melissa had kept from me was now mine. Last night’s frustrations were about to be tonight’s jubilation.
I mounted her.
Pressing my lips against hers, Melissa licked the circumference of my mouth and worked her way down to my chin, which still contained the remnants of her scent. Uninhibited, she devoured the same juices that I had with equal vigor.
I reached down below and guided myself towards her warmth until the tip of my dick reached the apex of her lower lips.
Slowly, I entered.
She was tight.
My dick felt like a dull blade trying to pierce a T-bone steak. The strokes of my blade needed to be precise, delicate and accurate. The more pressure I applied the easier it became.
Soon, Melissa and I had found our rhythm. For every thrust I delivered she matched with one of her own. I could feel her moving beneath me, as her arms traversed my back and her hands find their way to my ass. Gripping me, as I did her, Melissa guided my powerful pumps inward and outward.
She came again.
Melissa’s body moved involuntarily as waves of pleasure traveled from her clit and through her spine and down her legs.
She seemed relaxed and at ease, but I was far from finished.
I lifted Melissa up by her hand and beckoned her to her knees. At first she positioned herself sideways across the couch, but I placed her where I wanted her.
“No, I want you here,” I demanded, pointing to my desired destination.
Melissa moved with no hesitation and was now facing the wall with her ass extended out over the edge of the couch.
I entered her from the back.
Placing my hands squarely on her hips, I locked in. My feet planted firmly on the floor, I stroked her freshly shaven pussy.
In.
And.
Out.
I entered Melissa’s smooth playground and stroked her like the opening line on TP-2.com, as I “Hit it hard from the back…”
My strokes became more vigorous and each thrust sent vibrations through Melissa’s body. I watched as the impact of my hip sent ripples across her ass.
It excited me.
I watched as my power caused her titties to bounce independent of the rest of her body.
I listened as my stomach smacked rhythmatically against the crack of her ass. The pulsating clapping sound was like the applause of a crowd cheering me on.
This excited me even more.
As I felt my impending nut plotting its escape, my aggression and power increased. Melissa soon found her face pinned against the wall, with her hands bracing the impact.
She looked back at me with this fierce and knowing look. Her eyes were glassy and rolling back in her head. She focused her gaze long enough to lock on to mine.
“I want you to cum, papi,” she said, almost begging. “I want you to cum for me.”
Her wish was my command, as I locked my hands on her hips and leaned back, giving me more leverage for a deeper stroke. It wasn’t long before I could no longer fight the feeling and I just let go.
Melissa’s pussy walls pulsated around me as my swollen member erupted in orgasmic euphoria.
We both collapsed on the couch, exhausted and spent. Melissa lay across my chest as I cradled her in my arms. I leaned in and kissed her, before dropping my head back against the cushion.
“Wow, that was amazing,” I exhaled.
“See, now wasn’t that worth the wait?”
Fin!
Have you ever had sex on the couch or a room outside of the bedroom? Did the change of scenery enhance the experience? What’s the craziest place in the house that you had sex? Do you think that shaving your private area can make sex more intense? Do you think it’s weird for a man to shave his privates bald? Do you still think Melissa was wrong for leaving the night before in Pt. 1 or should she have just got it on right then and there in the heat of the moment? Was this Wet Wednesdays series worth the wait?
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