She cries out and jumps up almost as if she’s never been touched in such a way before. But I hold her in place while my tongue laps up her seam, slipping between her wet folds. Tasting and taking everything I need from her.
Anna’s cries intensify with every lick. She squirms in my grip, but when I suck the hard bud of her clit between my lips, her entire body vibrates. A long, moan slips from her throat. “Wyatt. Oh my God. I’m…”
“Yes,” I moan against her pussy. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum hard.”
A second later, she does as I say, coming apart against my lips. I’m relentless as I continue licking and sucking, pulling every ounce of her orgasm out of her until finally she collapses back against the couch cushions, spent.
With a grin, her juices still on my lips, I pull myself up and tower over her. I press a kiss to her lips, making her taste how fucking delicious she is.
When her eyes flutter open again, I pull back and run the pad of my thumb over her lower lip. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet, sweetheart.”
ANNA
His words hold a promise that makes my entire body vibrate.
I haven’t had a moment to recover from the orgasm he pulled so easily from me. My legs are liquid. There’s no way I trust myself to stand.
Before I can reply, his mouth crashes down on mine once more, hungrier and more demanding than before.
My body responds, and I arch up into him, needing more. My tongue tangles with his, matching him stroke for stroke.
I reach for him, needing to see him.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, Wyatt,” I mutter between kisses while my fingers blindingly struggle with the buttons of his shirt.
He chuckles and pulls back, moving my hands aside as he takes over. I stare, vaguely aware that my mouth is likely hanging open while he works the buttons through the fabric and finally pulls his flannel off his shoulders. Before I can say anything, the thin t-shirt undershirt comes off next, and now I know my mouth is hanging open.
In awe.
He’s gorgeous. I knew he was muscular. But knowing and seeing are two very different things.
While I watch, his hands move to the leather of his belt. I can see the outline of his dick, straining against the denim. It must ache being contained like that, but I know he won’t have to wait much longer.
The anticipation sends another shiver through me. I’m not prepared for the sharp snap of his belt as he pulls it free from loops of his jeans and flicks it through the dark room with a crack that sends another rush of moisture between my legs.
I’m only half aware of the groan that slips from my throat, but the way Wyatt’s eyes darken with desire tells me he heard it just fine.
“Goddamn,” he growls. “You’re so fucking perfect, Anna. Everything about you.”
I lean back against the couch cushions, unable to take my eyes off that bulge in his jeans as he slides the zipper of his jeans down slowly. When his dick springs free, heavy and thick, the head already weeping with need, I suck in a breath and my hand flies to my mouth in an effort to cover my shock.
He’shuge.
Beyond huge.
Not that I should be surprised. The rest of him is so thick and strong, of course, he was going to be?—
“Anna?”
I nod at the sound of my name.
“Sweetheart?”
Again, I nod. But I’m still unable to speak. What could I possibly say? That I’ve never seen a man so…so…huge? That I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside me?
I can’t tell him that.
I can’t tell him that I’ve never?—
