Page 41 of Walk the Line

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“You only like me when I’m on my knees?”

“I only like you when you’re on your knees begging.”

“I guess that’ll be my natural position now, then.”

The way her eyes are fixated on me has me feeling like she can see inside every corner of my soul. She’s full of surprises, this woman, so I’m not even expecting it when her gaze lowers to my lips and then in just a few seconds she’s pulling me towards her and pressing those same lips to hers.

I don’t waste time slipping my tongue into hers, the taste of her lipgloss resting against the surface of her mouth as we both deepen the kiss. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can usually hold myself together, but for Kaylah, I’m releasing a long groan into her mouth, and even that doesn’t detail my need for her.

Our fingers are all over each other, grappling for something to grab on to, but it’s fucking difficult when this kiss feels the way it does. I’m sucking and licking and biting in as steady of a rhythm as I can, but the way she’s humming her appreciation in my mouth has me chanting, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” against her unbelievable tongue. I know I need to anchor myself because her mouth is taking me places that don’t even make sense. This doesn’t make sense.

I’m lightheaded, but even that doesn’t stop me from clocking the moment she pulls away from me, and without saying a word, places one hand on my head, the other back on my dick, and positions me to the ground. It’s only when it’s no longer logistically possible for her to hold my dick when standing, that she lets go of it. I don’t know why I like it so much when she does this to me, I don’t know why it makes me full of need but I’m fucking feral for this woman right now.

I move to touch her, but she puts a hand out to warn me away from that idea.

“Touch yourself,” she says.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m quick to grab my dick in my hands, it’s already hard and I can feel it swelling up some more with each second I sit here thinking about how sexy this whole scene is.

I quickly find the rhythm I need, stroking my dick in a smooth motion, slowing down when I get to the tip so I can rub against it. It immediately sends pleasure through me and despite the darkness of this room, I find Kaylah’s eyes and let her see exactly how much this moment is making me lose control.

It’s a crazy image, me on the ground looking up to her standing so fucking tall, as I take my vulnerability into my own hands. That’s just one of the things bringing me close to coming right now.

But as Kaylah reaches down and pushes her trousers a little below her, I know I’m not going to last very long while she joins her fingers with her clit and begins rubbing it.

She flicks her fingers inside her pussy, and fuck, there’s a party going on outside around us, and I can still hear it. I can still hear the wetness existing inside of her and the harder she goes, the more my nose begins to take in the smell of her wet pussy as it gets even wetter and wetter.

Her eyes are locked into mine as well, and her usual expressionless face tells a story of pain and pleasure wrapped into one. I know mine does, too and I know it’s only turning her on even more because I’m in the same boat as her. And I’m sure we’re about to sink and I’m fucking desperate for it.

“This feels so good, fuck,” she says.

“I’m so horny, I can’t even…” I begin. “I’m not gonna last long, you look too fucking sexy like that, Captain.”

“Call me Captain again,” she says breathlessly.

“Captain. Anything you tell me to do, I’ll do it.” I’m on the edge, but I try to get my words out as clearly as possible.

“Take your clothes off,” she demands, and I don’t even hesitate. We’re in a locked dark room for seven minutes while a party happens outside. It’s a bad idea, but instructions from Kaylah do something to my brain I can’t explain. I just want to obey her. “I want to see you naked,” she adds, but I’m already rushing to get T-Shirt and jeans off me before she even finishes her sentence. When I’m done I lol up at her expectantly. “Fuck, you really will do anything, won’t you?”

I nod. “Anything.”

“Come for me, Julius,” is all she says next and I move quick to get back to the pace I was at before. It’s only a few seconds before I’m pumping my cum into my hands with a long grunt. It’s a lot of fucking cum, and I let time pass by staring at the work of art that is Kaylah’s body. Her dress is hitched up above her stomach, and my eyes are hooked onto those smooth, slender legs that I have to physically stop myself from licking. I’m ready to examine everything I love about her too half too, but I get distracted when I catch the breathless moans escaping her lips and when they start speeding up, I know she’s almost there.

Watching her body start convulsing just makes me come even harder, pools of it shooting mostly into my right hand, hers dripping onto her dress.

“Well, that was smart,” she says, pulling her trousers up after rubbing them a little bit.

“I think a little bit of mine got on there as well,” I say.

“Yeah, I saw it.” She still sounds like she’s in a daze.

“I’ll go get you a napkin.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I kind of like it. It’s on the bottom so I doubt anyone will see it.”