Wyatt smiles at me and threads his fingers through mine as he pulls me outside.
He leads us over to the lounge chairs and pushes two of them together. Then he pulls a small table to the side of one of the lounge chairs so we have a place for our wine and glasses. I want to say something sarcastic about his boldness connecting the chairs, but I can’t because my mouth is totally dry, and my thighs clench together in hopes those chairs see some inappropriate action soon.
He climbs onto one lounge and stretches out with his shirt untucked and bare feet crossed at the ankles. Then he pats the other seat for me to join him. I sit, but my heart is racing, and I’m worried that if I get too close to him, he’ll hear it.
“I’m really glad you came over tonight.” Wyatt turns on his side to face me, propping his head up with his arm. He brushes a strand of hair away from my lips.
“Me, too.”
He leans close, and I can feel his breath on my lips. When he’s this close, I just want to breathe in his scent.
“Stay the night with me, Blair.”
“Ok.”
He kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, finding mine. The man can kiss. His hand reaches up to my neck, and then his fingers tangle in my hair to guide my head to a position where he can run his tongue along my neck.
“You are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to kiss you all week.”
I bring my hands to the hem of his shirt, already wanting to take his clothes off. He grabs the back of his collar and pulls the shirt over his head. My eyes linger on the firmness of his chest and the definition of his abs, which seem to become more prominent with every turn of his body. He’s so gorgeous. I missed touching him.
He puts his hands under the hem of my shirt. “Take this off.”
I sit up and remove my shirt, and Wyatt looks at my body like he’s obsessed. His are the only eyes that ever made mefeel adored. He crawls on top of me, and I open my legs so he can settle between them. His hands brush my hair away from my face and his eyes linger for a moment, as if he’s trying to memorize every eyelash, the curve of my cheeks, and pout of my lips.
He brings his mouth down to my chest, and kisses me over the top of my bra. His hands come up over my breasts, and his thumb teases my nipple. I thrust my hips into him in response. I can feel how hard he is for me already, and it makes me feel powerful that I have that effect on him.
“Be careful, Blair. You keep twisting those hips into me, and I’m going to rip your jeans off and show you how hard you’ve made me.”
I’m greedy, so I push into him again. I want to feel him inside me.
He groans as he slides down and kisses my belly. Then he moves further down my body so his mouth is at the top of my jeans.
“I want to make you feel good. I want to taste you. I want you to come on my tongue, and then I want to fuck you until you come again.”
I’m breathing so hard that all I can do is nod.
“How does that sound?”
“It…it sounds good.”
Wyatt smirks as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off. He traces my panties with his fingers and pushes them to the side. Then he slides his middle finger down my slit and pushes it inside.
“You are soaking wet, Blair. Do you like my hands on you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He grabs my panties and slides them off. Then he kisses the inside of my thighs, once, then twice, and swipes his tongue up the length of my pussy, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
I can feel him smile against me, and he teases me with his tongue and fingers. It doesn’t take long before I’m close. He already owns my body.
“I love how responsive you are. It drives me crazy.”
Wyatt sucks hard on my clit, and I fall over with what has to be one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. He crawls up my body, kissing me along the way.
“You taste delicious.”
I’m overwhelmed with how I’m feeling and instantly want more. He gives me a confidence I haven’t felt with other men, taking his time scanning my body like he’s trying to memorize every curve and valley. He makes me feel beautiful and wanted.
