“I want to feel you inside me now, Wyatt.”
I reach for him and realize he’s still wearing his jeans. He leans back on his knees, and I sit up to help him get undressed. The moment his cock springs free, I can’t help but reach for it—I haven’t spent any time with it face to face—but as I lean forward to put it in my mouth, Wyatt tries to stop me.
“You don’t have to.”
I look up at him. “I want to.”
I push him down on the chaise so I can position myself over him and run my tongue along his cock as I wrap my hand around him. Teasing the tip with my tongue, I lick away the precum leaking out and then wrap my lips around and take him inside my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck, Blair. That feels so good.”
He looks down at me and brings his hands to my hair to hold it back so he can see my face.
As I take him as far back as I can, I can tell he wants to guide me but is holding back. I slide back and forth while his hands gently move my head to pace me.
Wyatt pulls me off of him so fast that it takes me a minute to realize what’s happening. “I need to be in you now.”
He reaches for his jeans, pulls out a condom, and slides it on. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back. I want you so much. You tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please don’t hold back. I want all of you, Wyatt.”
He slides in fast with one deep push, and I gasp.
“Ok?”
I nod. “Keep going.”
He pounds into me hard and deliberately, like he’s trying to reach as far inside my soul as he can. I push my hips back into him and feel him hit a place deep inside that begins to unravel me. He lifts my leg, moving my ankle over his shoulder for deeper access, and I can’t help but moan out his name.
“I want you to come again before I do.”
“Wyatt.”
I say his name like a plea. And it is. Underneath is me begging him not to stop. Begging him to never let me go. Begging him to love me. Because, as much as I fight it, I know I love him.
He reaches down to touch me, and I explode again. His pace picks up and then I feel his release as he comes undone. We’re both out of breath as he kisses my neck and then my jaw, eventually ending up at my lips.
“Are you ok? Was it too much?”
“It was perfect.”
He kisses down my neck and over my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipples. My body heats at the same time that a shiver travels up my spine. He licks back up my neck and savors my lips a moment more before lifting his body off mine.
“I’ll be right back.” He gets rid of the condom and returns with a washcloth. After we clean up, he grabs a blanket and covers us as he lays back down, pulling me close to him so that our naked bodies are wrapped together. His arm moves around my shoulders so his fingers can run through my hair.
“I hope your neighbors enjoyed the show,” I say.
“Nah. You can’t see anything from the sides of the house. But if anyone was on the beach and looked up, they may have gotten more than they bargained for.”
I tuck my head against his chest, unable to stop the laughter that escapes. This is about the time I’d normally panic, but right now, all I can think about is how comfortable I feel in his arms.
thirty-three
. . .
WYATT
I wakeup to Blair’s arms and legs wrapped around my body, and it feels like home. I like how she looks in my bed, and I have this powerful urge to never let her leave. Last night, we felt like more. It felt serious.
