Wax Play–Part 3 #BDSM #WaxPlay #EroticRomance #SpankingRomance #WidowWagon #Historical Western 9


Hello WIP It Up Wednesday Fans!  We have more of the wax play scene with Angus and Clara.  I’m still on schedule for release of this book on 9/8!  I’ll be revealing my cover during Six of the Best on Sunday.

 

“Oh, God!”  She lifted her bottom off the blanket, unable to keep still under his teasing fingers.  He traced lightly just above her pussy, twirling the curls under his fingers, brushing over her labia but not pressing or entering.
Unable to restrain herself, she tried pushing him to relieve her sexual tension..
“Keep your fingers away, Clara!”
He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she opened her lids. She quickly shuttered them again, returning her hands to her head.
“You know better than that, bad girl.  I control what happens, and when it happens.”
To prove his point, he barely stroked her, lightly brushing the little brown tuft of hair, tapping her clit once before he abandoned her.
Her whine made him chuckle, and she squeezed her thighs together tightly, one of her subtle methods of self-gratification..
He grasped the candles again; the wax had pooled nicely.  He let the hot liquid drip slowly down each hip, being careful to get it anywhere near her pubic hair or sex.  He let it kiss a trail up her belly to her sternum again, the warm fluid melting the partially-cooled wax beneath it. Clara gasped in response to the warm wax hitting the soft skin on her belly. Tilting the candles  together again, the hiss of the flame dancing in the wax and the smell of burning candles filled the air. The wax dripped in a steady stream onto her body, he circled each areola, focusing on the nipple  itself this time, the skin bumping and puckering tightly under the attention.  Turning his attention to the right one, he gave the same treatment to the other soft globe, leaving the areola buried beneath the sticky wax.
“You can move, baby.  Just keep your hands above your head.”
Her petulant whine in response never failed to make him grin.
Adorable.
He returned the candles to their stands, divesting himself of his clothes. At the sound of the buckle being undone, her eyes opened, staring at him as he quickly pulled the leather free of the loops of his pants. He watched her shiver at the whap, whap whap sound as the tip of the thick belt slapped through them.
Angus  swore his cock groaned when he let it free from the restraints of his clothing. He gripped the silky, hot length, stroking himself, watching her lick her lips reflexively, her hips unable to lie still.   He hovered over her body, resting on the cradle of her hips, both hands grabbing onto her breasts, plumping them, the wax melting under his hot caress, thumbing the erect nipples, peeling the wax off under his rough touch.  Lifting his hips, his forearms braced to either side of her, he positioned his penis to penetrate her, thrusting deep. Enveloping her mouth under his, she moaned into his mouth, her pussy constricting upon his hot, turgid member, a strangled groan bubbling up from his chest in response.
He ground his hips into her pelvis, pistoning his cock into her hot, moist cunt.  She groaned, tilting her head back, exposing her slender throat, her sighs and moans coming faster and louder.  Angus felt that familiar tingle in the base of his spine compelling him to thrust into her hard, shouting his release shortly after her scream, the vice-like grip of her sex throwing him over the edge. Their hips continued to thrust and squeeze, milking every drop of cum from each other. They lay in that beautiful place between ecstasy and reality, where only the pulsing of their sex and their gasps for air mattered.
“Jesus, girl.”  His semi-erect penis slipped from between her swollen labia as he rolled onto his side next to her.  “Looks like we succeeded in getting most of the wax off of you — and onto me.”  He pulled at the hardened white pieces now embedded in his chest hair.
Clara giggled, covering her mouth as if she could hide her laughter from him.  “It looks good on your breasts too.”
“Bad girl.”  He grinned, sitting he began pulling the wax off his chest hair, dropping wax into a pile on the blanket. “Let’s clean up and get to bed. Wagon leaves early in the morning.”

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