"Never," he promised, and increased the pressure, the rhythm, until I was gasping his name and arching off the bed.
The orgasm hit me hard, waves of pleasure rolling through me, and Wyatt worked me through it, his mouth on my neck, murmuring words I couldn't quite hear over the rushing in my ears.
When I finally came down, panting and boneless, I opened my eyes to find him watching me with such raw hunger it sent another spike of heat through my core.
"I need you inside me," I said, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his length. He was hot and hard and velvet over steel. "Now, Wyatt."
His hips jerked into my grip, and he groaned. "Condom. Wallet."
I released him reluctantly while he reached for his jeans, fumbling in his back pocket. He came back with a foil packet, tore it open with his teeth, and I took it from him.
"Let me," I said.
I rolled it on slowly, stroking him as I did, watching his jawclench and his eyes go dark. When I was done, I lay back and pulled him over me.
"Come here," I whispered.
Wyatt settled between my thighs, bracing himself on his forearms, his face inches from mine. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance, and we both went still.
"You sure?" he asked, his voice strained.
"I've never been more sure of anything." I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down. "I want all of you."
He pushed inside, slow and steady, and the stretch and fullness of him made my eyes roll back. God, it had been so long, and nothing had ever felt like this—like coming home and jumping off a cliff at the same time.
"Fuck," Wyatt groaned when he was fully seated. "Tessa. You feel—" He couldn't finish, just dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard.
I rolled my hips experimentally, and we both gasped. He pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back in, deep and sure. I cried out, my hands clutching at his back.
"Like that?" he asked roughly.
"Yes. Just like that. Harder."
Wyatt set a rhythm that had me meeting him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together like we'd been doing this for years instead of the first time in weeks. His mouth found mine, kissing me deep and dirty while he drove into me again and again.
The pleasure built fast, that coiling tension gathering low in my belly.
He slid his hand between us and circled my clit with his thumb while he thrust into me, and the dual sensation had me gasping.
"That's it, baby," Wyatt encouraged, his voice rough.
The orgasm slammed into me without warning, my innermuscles clamping down on him so hard he cursed. I cried out his name as the pleasure ripped through me, wave after wave.
"Jesus, Tessa.” Wyatt's rhythm stuttered, and then he was following me over.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling and gasping for air. Finally, Wyatt rolled to the side, taking care of the condom before pulling me against his chest.
"That was—" I started, but couldn't find the words.
"Yeah," Wyatt agreed, his hand stroking down my spine. "It was."
I tilted my head up to look at him, and the expression on his face made my chest tight. "We're definitely doing that again."
His laugh was low and warm. "Give me twenty minutes."
"Deal."
It turned out he only needed fifteen.
