“That’s all it takes? A bit of friction?” He asks, vaguely teasing, but mostly hot with need as he gradually moves.
Muffling a groan against his shoulder, I can’t even pretend to fight it. After denying myself for so long, I feel more sensitive than usual, and he apparently knows exactly what he’s doing.
When that’s all the answer I can muster, Wyatt’s movements become more deliberate as he stirs up the lust in me beyond return.
Cursing under his breath, his free hand cups my cheek, and he adjusts me before kissing me hard. Deep and claiming.
So focused on the sensations coursing through me, I hardly notice I’m being moved until I register the couch cushions beneath my back, followed by a renewed urgency in the way he peels my clothes off.
It’s all a haze of aching need and the promise of relief as I blindly pull at his shirt, followed by his bottoms, unwilling to break the kiss any longer than necessary.
Now on the same playing field, needing each other mutually, we’re a frantic tangle of limbs, moving and guiding until I feel his bare skin on mine, lips gliding down my abdomenwith a clear path in mind. But before he gets far enough, I cup his jaw and stop him.
Wyatt’s eyes flick up to mine in question, blinking through his own haze. “What’s wrong?”
“As much as I want you to keep going, I’m not waiting. I can’t.”
As the words settle in, and he realizes how serious I am, a fresh intent takes over his features, and he moves back up. His lips graze my skin on the way, teasing my breast again before hovering his mouth over mine. He fits perfectly between my thighs. “You’re sure?”
“I am,” I mumble, pulling him in as close as possible by the shoulders. Then I kiss him hard, beyond hungry for more of him.
At that, Wyatt groans, surrendering while his hands wander over me. When he parts my legs further, he wastes no time pressing against me.
Hyper aware of his touch and how close he is to giving us both what we want, my body thrums in anticipation.
Finally, he grips me a little tighter, then carefully slides inside me.
The first inch makes my breath catch, followed by the faintest ache indicating that I should’ve been more patient, but as soon as it melts into pleasure, I go almost limp in his grasp.
“Elena…” Wyatt rasps as he keeps going, careful not to hurt me as he overwhelms my senses all at once. His forehead presses to mine, eyes closed against the constriction. He groans, dropping his face to my neck. “Fuck…”
The first shallow thrust pulls a soft moan from me, then the next draws a more eager one. My fingers dig into his backfor support, and the mere idea of any space lingering between us suddenly seems like a terrible one.
I want to say I’ve experienced this kind of intensity before, or that the way he stretches me is nothing new. But this is different. So, very different.
As he develops a steady rhythm, there’s no room for any teasing or goading. Instead, we’re too immersed in the moment to think about anything other than this. Other than sheer, perfectly raw pleasure.
Every thrust of his hips pushes me deeper into a delirious state fueled by my need for him and for release. Closer to the line neither of us was supposed to cross.
But feeling him like this, and tasting the ecstasy that comes from the way he puts his all into it, leaves me unable to care. I’m afraid I won’t be able to let go.
With a subtle shift of my thigh, able to deepen his thrusts, Wyatt gives me his all. His every sound stirs my desire for him, helping to push me even closer to the end.
When I squeeze around him, losing myself completely, he hums. “Let me feel it. Let me feel how close you are.”
Mind turning to mush at his velvety tone, I whimper and arch into him, nails digging into his skin now.
He grunts in response, quickening his pace.
Before long, everything from his deep movements to his overwhelming presence consumes me, making me see sparks behind my eyelids. My moans pitch higher, encouraging him, while the tether inside me pulls and pulls until it can’t take anymore.
At the precipice, it snaps, and I clench around him the moment my sounds cut off, almost like I’m suspended in anticipation. Then, I fall apart completely.
With a groan, I release, blinded by immediate euphoria while I cling to him with trembling fingers.
The plain of muscle that makes up his back tightens in response, and his rhythm falters, unable to fully recover. He muffles his sounds against my neck before pulling out and finishing between us.
It’s all a blur for a moment. I can only feel the rapid flutter of my heart, the warmth of satisfaction, and the reassuring weight of him against me. It takes immense will to even open my eyes, far too comfortable in that lingering daze.
