Free Society Girls: Waverly by Crystal Perkins Page A

one of my curls around his finger and tugs. When I turn my head to look at him, he leans in and touches his lips to mine. It feels so good, and so right, making me even more embarrassed about freaking out. I want more with him. I want it all. It’s time I finally took what I want, instead of letting my past—and what I forced to see—scare me.
    I move a hand down, and slide it into his trunks, grabbing onto his penis. His skin is so soft, but the muscle underneath it is hard as steel. It jerks in my hand as I rub up and down his shaft. His lips leave mine as I whimper, and he tries to shift away from me.
    “Wave? What…oh, God, yes…I mean, no…fuck, that’s good…I said today was for you.”
    “This is for me. Let me, please.”
    In answer, he takes my mouth again while one of his hands closes over mine, and shows me how he likes it. He feels so good in my hand, growing even bigger as liquid begins to leak from the tip. Without thinking, I reach my other hand down, and swipe the moisture off. When I pull my mouth back, and lick my finger, he starts to jerk under my hand.
    My name is on his lips as he covers us both with his semen. I liked the taste of him, maybe even loved it, so I push him onto his back, and lick his stomach clean. I’ve given myself orgasms before, and I feel my body close to one right now. All I’d have to do is touch myself.
    I start to do just that, when I’m flipped onto my back. Knox looks a little crazed as he practically rips my bikini bottoms off and buries his face between my legs. I scream at the first contact of his tongue on my sensitive skin, and it seems to make him even crazier.
    His broad shoulders spread my thighs wide while his thumbs spread my labia open. I try to pay attention to his mouth, and tongue, and teeth, but it’s no use. My brain cells aren’t able to continue functioning as my body starts to spasm. I’m crying out again as my hips buck, and my hands go into Knox’s hair. My eyelids are heavy, but I make myself watch him feast on me like he’s never tasted anything better.
    He doesn’t let up as my orgasm ebbs, bringing me over two more times before I try and push him away. “I can’t, Knox. It’s too much. Please.”
    He slows his tongue, and moves his mouth down to my vagina, licking into me with lazy strokes. “Not stopping. I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, fucking myself with my hand to thoughts of your taste. It’s better than I fantasized about, and I need more. I need to keep hearing my name from your lips. I’ll slow things down, but please don’t make me stop.”
    How can I say no after that? “Okay.”
    I can feel him smile against me, before he places a soft kiss on my thigh. I lie back, letting go of his hair as he goes so very slow. Kisses, and licks, soft bites, and sweet sucks. He brings me over two more times, and each one is more explosive than the last. I have no doubt he’d continue, but at that point, I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.
    When I wake up, it’s dark in the room, and I’m under the comforter and sheets. Naked. A very naked Knox is wrapped around me, one hand cupping my mound. I’m cleaned up, and I feel things I’ve only ever felt before from my best friend. I feel safe and cared for. Not in the same way Ken cares for me, but the feeling is just as powerful. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me, because there’s a limit on my time with Knox.
    I don’t know if I should stop this now, while I still feel strong enough to survive it, or if I should just jump in and enjoy it while I can. Both options have their pros and cons, but I don’t know which one will hurt less. Either way, I’m going to hurt—that’s not even a question at this point.
    “Please tell me you’re not regretting what we did,” Knox says, nudging my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck.
    “No,” I tell him honestly, turning to face him. “I don’t regret it.”
    He hisses out a breath as I rub my hardening nipples