Wyatt hums in satisfaction while he leaves his affections all over, but before he can linger long, he’s already drifting down my body.
I watch as he goes, bracing his hands against my hips. The sight alone makes me breathless.
He drops to his knees, slow but steady, not caring that we’re in semi-public right now. Instead, he looks up at me, holding my gaze with so much intensity it weakens my knees. With absolute control, knowing what he’s doing to me, Wyatt’s hands gradually push the hem of my dress up, letting it bunch along my thighs.
A shiver of interest scurries down my spine, already well aware of what comes next. I can see it in his eyes.
Wyatt kisses along my thigh, moving inward before softly nipping at my skin. My breath catches, and my pulse thrums in anticipation.
Moving his fingers higher, his lips follow the same path until he reaches the black lace in front of him. Deliberately, he reaches for the waistband, hooking into the fabric just enough to make me squirm, only for him to lean in.
“You don’t know how much I crave you,” Wyatt says just above a whisper, breath fanning over my clothed core before pressing a soft kiss just above my clit to tease me. He grins at the way I twitch. “…How much I think about this.”
I try to form the words, but nothing registers in my mind. Instead, a soft moan slips from me as he kisses me through my panties again, forcing my impatience to grow tenfold.
Then, like he can’t stand the thought of waiting any longer, Wyatt slowly pulls the fabric, dragging it down my legs to leave me exposed while I hold my dress up. I watch, completely entranced, as he lifts one foot after the other, helping him take them off completely.
With a knowing grin, he tucks the black lace into his pocket before leaning in again, gripping my thighs.
Not wasting time, he closes the gap, tongue brushing through me, meeting my undeniable arousal.
The direct contact makes me shudder, pulling a breathy moan from my mouth as I clutch at the wall behind me. My legs almost buckle, but he keeps me standing.
Cursing against my skin, Wyatt keeps going, slowly lapping at me and dragging out the feeling of it. The longer he stays down there, the more ravenous he becomes, devouring me like it’s the only thing he wants to do.
It doesn’t take long for me to start falling apart, fingers moving through his hair and making a mess of it. My head drops back against the door, letting my hips slowly roll forward, seeking as much friction as I can get.
Every trace of his tongue and lips pushes me closer to the edge, and despite being the one receiving, Wyatt seems just as affected, humming and softly groaning while he consumes me.
I let myself get lost in it, feeling as my impending release closes in, breathless and savouring every beat. Just as my thighs start to shake, the onslaught suddenly stops, sending a ripple of disappointment down my spine.
Opening my eyes, I look down at him, brows furrowing. “Why’d you stop?”
Wyatt hums, kissing my inner thighs with a wrecked gleam in his eyes before moving back up. “I need you. Now.”
The words, rough around the edges, spark a renewed need in me, immediately dispelling the previous annoyance of being denied an orgasm. Not needing any prompting, I move, placing my palms against the wall.
Wyatt’s hands move to my hips, but he hesitates.
“What are you doing?” He asks, breath brushing against my ear.
“Turning around?”
A quiet scoff escapes him, and without hesitation, he carefully spins me around until we’re face to face again. He hikes my thigh up, hooking it around his hip, letting me feel the length of him, hard and just as impatient.
“I want you to look at me,” Wyatt murmurs, leaning in until our foreheads press together, and our breath mingles. He falters briefly at the contact between us, slowly rocking his hips before eagerly reaching for his belt and zipper, freeing himself. “I want you to know I mean it.”
My stomach squirms at his intentions, my knees feeling weaker automatically. But I’m not willing to let them give out…not until I’ve had my fill of him.
Arms wrapping around his shoulders, I hold his gaze with just enough defiance to get under his skin. “Then prove it.”
Something dark yet determined fills his gaze, and Wyatt’s lips press to mine, burning with need.
Not one to be outdone, Wyatt shifts his weight, angling himself just right to press against my core.
My breath hitches at the feeling, and warm sparks light up across my skin, strung out from how badly I need him.
Before I can egg him on further, Wyatt slides his length through me, making both of us sigh from the brief yet tempting friction. Then, he moves, grunting quietly as he enters me.
