I home in on her clit and lick her with patience and intention. When she gasps as I graze her with my teeth, I do it again. When she gasps louder, I hum a satisfied sound that vibrates into her core.
“Wyatt,” she says—prayer, plea, gratitude all in one.
“Right here,” I answer, then, “Open wider for me.”
Her thighs fall wider without shame. Having my face buried between her legs is… God, it’s fucking heaven.
“I’m close,” she warns less than a minute later, looking surprised and undone by how fast I’ve brought her to the edge.
“Are you going to come for me, Dove?” I rasp, sliding a thick, slow finger inside her.
“Oh! I—” She clenches around my digit.
“Let me have it.”
She lets go, trusting me to catch her.
“Wyatt!”
I look up, watching her expression as pleasure hits her bright and sharp, arching her body off the bed and stiffening her nipples to puckered peaks. I keep going, letting her ride it out as she trembles from the delicious aftershocks.
Eventually, she pushes at my head.
“I can’t… too sensitive.”
I slide up her body, bracing my weight on my forearms, and kiss her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue.
“You with me?” I ask against her mouth.
“Yes,” she breathes, looking wrecked in the best way. “I’m here.”
“Do you want more?”
She nods. “Yes. I want you inside me. I’m on the pill—for my periods.”
I close my eyes for a second, needing a breath to maintain control. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone for years. I want you bare. But only if you want that.”
“God, yes. I want that.”
I rise, stripping off my jeans and boxers with practical economy. Her breath hitches as she looks at my cock, which is thick and swollen. I’m harder than I’ve ever been.
Sadie licks her lips. “Beautiful. And all mine.”
Okay,nowI’m harder than I’ve ever been.
Settling back over her, I brace my weight on one hand and use the other to guide myself to her slick entrance.
I stop, breathing hard. “Tell me if anything burns. If you need me to stop. If anything feels wrong.”
She presses a finger to my mouth. “I trust you. Please, Wyatt, I need you.”
I groan and begin to press in.
Jesus, she feels… I don’t have words for it. Too much and not enough.
I watch her face. Stop when she gasps. Kiss her until the gasp dissolves. Add another inch when her muscles soften and welcome me instead of resisting.
“Halfway,” I say raggedly. “Doing so good. Breathe.”
