Page 79 of Nailing Heat

“Don’t question the way I feel about you and your breasts, go with it, peach.”

I get ready to respond but he pushes my breasts together in his hands and puts his mouth of my nipples. The feeling of his lips nipping and sucking on both of them is incredible. My head rolls back, and I cry out with pleasure. Circling my hips into this hoping that he’ll touch me soon where I need him most.

He leans back and releases my breasts and smiles, “Are you trying to ask me for something there, peach?”

I nod. “Please touch me.”

“I have been,” he smiles coyly at me.

“You know what I mean.” I whimper with anticipation.

“No, I really don’t. You’re going to have to spell it out for me.”

“Maybe you’re more of a show person than a tell person,” I say, taking his hand and running it down my stomach and into my training paints. I brush his fingers across my core and push my pussy into this hand. “This, this is where I need you, Dex.”

“Your wish is my command,” he rasps out.

Dex winks at me as his hand travels down my stomach and to the top of my thong. He sweeps a long finger in so that he’s brushing the top of my sex. My eyes close and my head rolls slowly back, anticipating what it will feel like when he gets hishands on me. Where I have needed for them since he climbed into this bed with me.

I push my hips forward, hoping that I can draw this hand down where I need it with motion. But I don’t have to wait long. His hand glides down into my pants and he rubs the outside of my sex with this fingers. Just slightly brushing at first, but then he applies some pressure onto my clit. I buck up into this hands.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moan out.

I lean into him and place kisses along his collar bone has he continues to rub me. His fingers dip a little lower and I swear I stop breathing, waiting for him to dive into my folds. He brushes the edge of where I need him most, and I freeze. My breath catches, my body tight with anticipation, waiting for that next move. He pauses — just long enough to drive me crazy — and then finally, he dives into my folds. I cry out, loud and raw, the release hitting me like a wave.

“Oh god, yes, please Dex. More, so much more,” I moan against his chest.

Without warning he inserts two more, so that he has three inside me. It feels like heaven, the way he’s filling me, working his fingers in and out of me, while as my cries are muffled by his closeness.

“That’s it. Oh god, Amelia you feel like heaven,” he grunts into my hair, jutting his own hips forward.

“Dex, I’m so close, so fucking close.”

His thumb finds my clit, and he rubs vigorously while he pumps in and out of me. It doesn’t take much until I feel like I’m flying. I cry out and bite down on his shoulder to keep the volume of my cries down as he keeps on working me, drawing out my orgasm and letting me ride it out against his hand.

When I come down from my high, I’m hot. The pants need to come off, and I needhiminside of me. Not his fingers. I begin to pull on his pants.

“Are you eager for something?” His voice comes out sultry and quiet.

“I wantyounow,” I tell him. “I want to feel you inside of me.

He grins and kisses me on the lips hungrily. His hands come to my pants and begin to push them down. He quickly realizes they won’t go past my brace.

“Do you think I can take this off? Or do you want me to put it on after I take off your pants?” he asks me, panting.

“Whatever you recommend, doctor,” I coo at him.

He smirks. “I’m just a PA,” he reminds me.

“Whatever you say, football,” I tease him.

He chuckles and sits up. I can see him parachuting out of his pants. I long to feel him. I want to run my hand up and down the velvety softness, but I know I’ll have to wait until he gets me bare first. My brace is removed, and my pants are discarded.

He watches me for a moment and says, “I think I better put this on you because I’m not sure how gentle I can be with you.”

“Please don’t hold back,” I beg him.

My brace is placed back on my leg, and I lean forward, grabbing for the hem of his pants. “I want these off,” I tell him. I hear him chuckle again, as he helps me take his pants off. His dick springs free, and I grin at seeing the size of him. My hand comes up and wraps around his impressive length. He moans as I work him up and down. A bit of precum comes out the tip, and I lean forward, licking the tip and taking in the salty taste of him.