Slow Me Down

Chapter 19

A loud buzzing wakes Foster from his slumber. He checks the time, lowering the brightness on his screen to try not to disturb C. It's barely five in the morning. He lays back down, snuggling close to C, draping his arm over her waist. He plays with the hem of her shirt, not tired enough to fall back asleep. After losing interest in the shirt, his hands venture lower towards the waistband of her panties. 'I guess the shorts must've been too uncomfy,' he thinks. He continues messing around with the thin, lacy fabric.

C shivers at his touch. She turns over to face him. She opens her eyes slightly to see Foster. His hand found its way back to the delicate fabric, continuing to play with it. She snuggles into his chest, trying to go back to sleep. She can't.

"Foster," she groans, "I'm sleepy." Foster pecks the top of her head but doesn't stop what he is doing.

"I know what could wake you up," he taunts. C pulls away from his chest, gazing up towards his handsome face. A strange gleam in his eyes sends more shivers down her body. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels something poking her thigh. 'He is going to be the end of me,' she hides her face in his chest but doesn't try to stop what is happening.

Foster guides one of her hands towards his sweatpants, placing it directly on top of the stiff rod. C rubs and squeezes it gently, starting to get excited herself. Foster nuzzles his face deep into her neck, placing kisses near the tender spot that he discovered the day prior. Some breathy moans find their way to Foster's ears, he loves them. She slips her hand inside his pants, underneath his boxers. She continues to rub his shaft. She stops rubbing it to tease the head of his cock with her thumb. He groans into her ear. She feels her panties start to stick to her. She continues teasing his cock like this. If he is going to play with her, she is going to do it right back. He starts to feel that familiar pressure, so he places his hand on C's to stop her. She whines impatiently, wanting to continue her actions.

"Oh, come on now, that doesn't sound like my good girl," He whispers into her neck. C stops whining and waits, struggling to hold herself together. Foster lays on his back, helping C climb on top of him. He pulls his pants down just enough to release himself from the tight confines of his boxers. It rubs against her inner thigh, causing her to gasp. She never realized just how big it is. She wraps her hand around it, rubbing up and down, wanting to go further. It twitches in her delicate, pale hands. She goes to tease the tip again but feels a warm liquid ooze from the top. It isn't the same liquid that he has shot into her so many times.

"You need to be patient. Stay still," Foster pulls her arm away, positioning both of her tiny hands on his chest. He pushes her down so that she is positioned on top of it. Panties are all that separates her from what she wants. C rocks her hips back and forth, trying to wiggle free. Foster continues to hold her still, loving how she squirms. He traces circles around her hip bones with his thumb. C eventually stops wriggling and waits for Foster's command.

"There's my good girl. Are you ready to get started?" Foster waits for some affirmative response from C before continuing. She whimpers and nods her head yes. He slides her panties to the side, holding her directly above him. He slides the tip in, some of her juices slide down the shaft, his member twitches again. He pushes her down, filling her up. She leans down for a kiss, trying to stay quiet and barely succeeding. He breaks the kiss. She removes one of her hands from his chest to stifle the loud sounds she is making, barely able to hold herself up with her other hand. It feels too good.