“Yesterday, when you found me in your shirt…”
“You mean in nothingbutmy shirt.”
“I didn’t have anything on underneath it because I was playing with myself. Before I went to get the camera out of the closet. I thought I’d handle the whole camera trauma better on orgasm brain.”
Tired of navigating the lace and afraid I might rip it if I don’t take the time to remove it now, I hook my fingers in the sides of her thong and drag it down her legs. “And?”
“And I was pretending you were sitting on a chair at the edge of the bed, watching me.”
“Justwatching you?”
“You were holding your cock.”
“Was I stroking it as I watched you play with yourself?” I slip a finger inside her and curl it.
“Yes!”
“Why did I call you a good girl?”
Everleigh moans as my tongue drags through her folds. I add a second finger inside her channel, thrusting them slowly.
“Because you wanted me to put my toy inside me while you watched.”
“Fuck, I’d love to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“You would?”
“Yes,” I answer instantly, firmly. “But that’ll have to wait for another time. Because tonight, I want to be the one who pleasures you. Over,” I pump my fingers quicker, “and over,” I rapidly flick my tongue against her button, “and over.”
“Fuck me.Wyatt!”
Everleigh’s hips lift off the bed, pressing against my face as she discovers a new octave. I pump my fingers vigorously as she comes apart. My face remains buried in her pussy, but I make sure I’m able to watch her ride her wave of pleasure. One thought plays on repeat as I do:Mine.All mine.
CHAPTER 13
Everleigh
Why the hell have I been fighting this thing with Wyatt?
The man is a master at making me come so hard I leave my fucking body. Any embarrassment I initially felt at admitting I fantasized about him watching me play with myself has vanished because the admission only turned him on even more. The rod of steel between his legs says as much.
I reach for his shaft, but he rolls away before I can fully grip it.
“Hey, where are you going?” I protest.
Wyatt lies on his back, adjusting a pillow behind his head. “I’m not done with you, Ev.”
Heat tingles in my core at the words he practically growls. His eyes are dark, just like they were the other morning in my kitchen. I know now that I was not imagining the desire that lingers there. How long has Wyatt thought about what’s happening between us now?
I’m about to ask him before he says, “Get up on your knees.”
“I was right,” I say.
“About?”
“Youaresexy when you’re bossy.”
There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes that matches his smirk. “Now put those knees on either side of my face and grab the headboard. I’m not done enjoying that sweet pussy.”
