The second time, I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, taking my time as I sank down onto him inch by inch. Wyatt's hands gripped my hips, his eyes locked on where we were joined.
"Look at you," he said roughly. "Riding me like you’ve made me yours.”
"Maybe I have,” I said, rolling my hips in a slow circle that made him groan.
"Take what you want," he said. "I'm yours."
I braced my hands on his chest and started to move, finding a rhythm that had pleasure sparking up my spine with every roll of my hips. Wyatt let me control the pace at first, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. But when I started to move faster, chasing my release, his hands tightened on my hips, and he started thrusting up to meet me.
"That's it," I gasped. "Just like that. Don’t do anything different.”
One of his hands slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, and the added sensation had me crying out.
"You're so fucking perfect," Wyatt growled. "Look at you, take what you need from me. So strong. So beautiful. So fucking sexy bouncing on my cock."
His words pushed me higher, and when he slid his other hand between my legs, the heel of his palm pressed against my clit, and he squeezed his fingers into my pussy. The sensation of his cock and fingers pushed me over the edge, and I shattered. My inner muscles clenched around him as I came with a sharp cry, my body shaking with the force of it.
Wyatt followed moments later with a groan, his hips jerking up as he spilled inside me.
I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing hard and slick with sweat.
"Okay," I panted. "Now I'm satisfied."
Wyatt's laugh rumbled beneath my cheek. "Just satisfied? I must be losing my touch."
I lifted my head to glare at him. "Don't fish for compliments."
"Was that what I was doing?" His eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You know exactly what you were doing." I kissed him, slow and deep. "And for the record, you definitely haven't lost your touch."
"Good to know." He rolled us so I was on my back again, his body covering mine. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Heat flared through me despite the fact that I'd just come twice. "Oh?"
"Third time's the charm," he said, his mouth trailing down my throat. "And this time, I'm taking my time."
He did.
By the time the sky started to darken outside my window,I was thoroughly satisfied, completely spent, and certain that I just had the best sex of my life.
When Wyatt's breathing finally steadied, his forehead pressed to mine, his body still covering me like a shield I didn't need but wanted anyway, he said my name like it was the only word that mattered.
"Tessa."
I opened my eyes and found him watching me with an expression I couldn't fully name. Something raw and open and almost undone.
"You okay?" I asked, and a smile tugged at my mouth because usually he was the one asking me that.
Wyatt huffed a laugh, breathless. "Yeah. More than okay." He shifted his weight, careful not to crush me, and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead. "You?"
"I'm perfect," I said, and meant it.
His thumb traced my jaw, slow and reverent. "You are."
I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest didn't fade. "I mean, I feel perfect. Good. Really good."
"Good." Wyatt's voice dropped lower.
