“Anna.” He says my name again, and this time I snap my gaze up to meet his eyes.
He reaches for me. I let him lift me off the couch, so I’m standing in front of him.
The rough pads of his thumbs stroke gently over my cheeks until I tilt my head up and accept his kiss.
His hard body presses up against mine as he embraces me. His long, hard rod is between us, pressing against my belly, but it no longer shocks me. Instead, it just feels…right.
Any concerns I have about his size fade away quickly as I melt into his touch. Soon, the only thing I’m thinking about is how badly I want this man.
All of him.
Still kissing me, Wyatt guides me down to the floor until we’re lying on the quilt.
I reach for him and let my hands slide down slowly over the ridges on his chest. He’s all hard lines and muscle. As my hands get lower, I hesitate.
“Touch me, Anna.”
I suck in a breath and reach for the hard rod between his legs. Somehow, it’s even bigger with my fingers wrapped around it. It takes both hands.
Hot and pulsing.
Slowly, I move my hands up and down. Above me, he shudders.
The need he has for me turns me on even more.
Wyatt shivers under my touch. His eyes squeeze shut, and he groans until finally, he pulls my hands away from his dick, and with both my wrists caught in one of his massive hands, pins them above my head.
“You’re going to kill me with that touch, sweetheart.”
The way he’s barely in control of himself makes me bolder than I thought possible. I narrow my eyes and lick my lips, teasing him.
But a moment later, when his thick cock presses up against my tight hole, my eyes widen. All bravado gone.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I want you so bad, Anna.”
I swallow hard. I want him, too. Even if his size gives me pause.
I’m not sure what’s more terrifying. How huge he is, or how badly I want him inside me.
Wyatt holds my gaze as he reaches between us and strokes his thick member. My eyes travel down between us. Once again, I take in the sheer size of him.
“I know,” he says, reading my mind. “I’m big. But you’re going to take it. You’re going to take all of me, Anna.”
I nod even though it’s not a question.
His fingers find my heat between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you?”
I don’t have a chance to answer before his thick head replaces his fingers. Then he’s thrusting, pushing, stretching.
My walls clench against the intrusion. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as my body struggles to take him.
I work hard to control my breathing, to relax into the moment and the sensations that are all so new. The sweet pleasure of the stretch. The fullness. The intensity of it all.
“You’re so fucking tight, Anna.”
His words are hardly more than a groan on his lips as he keeps pushing, driving himself further until he meets my resistance. The evidence that he’s my first.
Wyatt stops abruptly, his body tensing as his eyes find mine again. This time with a question. “Anna? Are you?—”
