He’s sliding his tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit before I can even open my legs all the way, and the warm, soft sensation has me buzzing with pleasure.
I put my hands on his head as he uses his tongue to circle my clit, and then I feel him insert two fingers inside. Already, I feel like I’m going to explode.
I feel a rush of emotions: excitement, fear, and a flicker of hope. The chemistry between us is undeniable. My body responds instinctually, remembering exactly how right it feels to be with him. I’ve been afraid to open myself up to him again, but could we truly make it work this time? The thought of afuture without him terrifies me, and I’m worried I’m in too deep already.
“I’m close.”
“I know, baby. Let go for me.”
His tongue circles and flicks my clit again, and my body grips his fingers. I see stars when I slam my eyes shut. My body shudders, and he gently pulls his mouth away but places his thumb to rub against me, stretching out my orgasm.
“Wyatt,” I say like a prayer.
“I know,” He says as he crawls back up my body. His lips are still shiny from tasting me.
“Let me…” I start to rise, but he places his large hand across my stomach to hold me in place and push me back down.
“Next time. I need to be inside you now.”
I push his pants down to his thighs, and he takes over from there, taking them all the way off, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He leans down to kiss me again, and his tongue searches for mine. He breaks the kiss to run his lips down my neck and between my breasts, twirling his tongue around my nipples, sending a twinge down my body.
I reach down to push his underwear off, and his massive cock springs out, leaning against my thigh. It’s heavy, hard, and huge. I know we’ve been here before, but he looks so much bigger.
“Like what you see?” Wyatt smirks at me as he reaches out to grab a condom from his wallet.
“It’s bigger than I remember.”
“You can handle it. We’ll go slow. You set the pace.”
He rolls on the condom and slides back between my legs, using his arms to hover above me. After reaching up to push my hair away from my forehead, he stills for a minute.
“God, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this, dreamed of this.”
He drops his forehead to mine, and I close my eyes. I’ve been dreaming of him since we were sixteen years old. I pull him down on top of me and tilt my hips to feel him against me.
He adjusts to put his tip at my entrance and whispers, “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this.”
“I want you, Wyatt. Please.”
I gasp as he pushes in. He waits and teases my lips with his tongue. He’s so big, stretching me almost to the point of pain. Then he inches in a little more, giving me time to adjust before he finally thrusts in one last time, putting him deep inside me. He waits there a minute, breathing hard.
“I’m ok. You can move.”
“I need a minute, or this is going to be over before it starts.” He covers my lips, and I can feel his smile.
Slowly, he moves in and out of me, finding a rhythm that makes my insides tingle. Already, I can feel the buildup happening again.
“I can feel you tightening around me. It’s driving me crazy, Blair. You’re going to make me come too fast.”
“It feels so good. I need more.”
He pulls my knee to his hip and quickens his pace, pushing into me harder. He’s touching parts inside of me that I thought were a myth. Our bodies find a punishing rhythm, creating a sheen of sweat between us. He reaches down to put his thumb on my clit, and immediately, I’m coming as I whisper his name over and over.
His pace gets erratic, and his release comes right after mine. He leans his forehead on mine and drops tiny kisses across my nose and cheeks. His body is still heavy on top of mine.
