“Yes,” I rasp, vaguely impatient as I kiss him hard, fingers in his hair again. “After seeing you tonight at the restaurant… I need you.”
A faint shiver moves through him, and a low sound comes from deep within his chest. “Then you’ll have me.”
Without needing any prompting, Wyatt shifts my thigh to the side and moves his hips, slowly grinding against me.
Immediately, my body sings with pleasure, making me whimper into the kiss.
As much as it seems he wants to tease me, that sound is all it takes for him to give in.
Lining himself up, Wyatt slowly eases inside me, breath catching in time with mine.
I tense briefly at the influx of overwhelming feelings, still not used to the way it seems to grab me by the neck each time. Then I melt into it, arms sliding around his back to hold on. A soft moan leaves my mouth as my lips part, and my body reacts immediately.
Wyatt mouths at my neck, breaths hot and needy against my skin. He sinks in as far as he can, shoulders rippling with refined muscle beneath my touch.
For a beat, there’s nothing but this. Only us, the otherwise quiet room, and an undeniable heat that needs to be quelled.
Then, Wyatt shifts his hips back before sinking in again.
This time, stars fire off behind my eyelids while I cling to him, moaning like it’s the first time I’m ever feeling him like this.
Each slow roll of his hips, both deliberate and intense in their own right, makes me keen for him, body writhing.
“That’s it,” Wyatt murmurs just beneath my ear, swallowing back just how affected he is right now. One hand stays beneath my head while the other holds my thigh against his hip. “Feel everything I give you…”
Already delirious with lust and love for him, I arch deeper, concentrating on every second of friction between our bodies.
The moment he moves faster and deeper, unable to hold himself back, Wyatt’s sounds fill the room alongside mine, growing more shattered with every thrust.
Not caring about how loud I am, I moan and pant, nails biting slightly into his skin, encouraging him.
“Fuck, Elena,” he utters, nipping at my neck before focusing on his movements.
A thrill moves through me at my name on his tongue, breathless and far more sinful than it has any right to be.
Unable to resist, I start to move in return, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts halfway.
At this, Wyatt falters, breath catching from the influx of sensations. He groans, but just tightens his hold on me and drives forward faster and harder.
We both groan, losing ourselves in the rush of it all, listening to the rhythmic thumping of the bed frame against the wall.
When Wyatt hits that perfect spot, sending me careening over the edge, my moans pitch higher, and my thighs tremble against him. My breath catches as I break, gripping him so tight that he hisses quietly against my neck.
But even as my orgasm crashes over me, he still moves, letting me milk every second of it.
Ecstasy hits me harder than I can register it, skirting the line of blacking out the rest, save the way I cry out for him.
With a few measured thrusts, beginning to lose his rhythm as he falters and he breaths harder, Wyatt grunts against my neck, stiffening before he follows suit.
The warmth that fills me breaks through my pleasant haze, making my breath catch as he slumps above me.
For a long moment, it’s just us, the fluttered beating of our hearts pressed together, and our heavy panting. The bubble surrounding us is so warm and comfortable, and nothing in me wants it to end.
Wyatt shifts a bit, pressing a line of soft pecks up my neck before reaching my kiss-swollen lips. He places one there next, pulling a lazy smile for me.
“That was quite the reward just for being good.”
I huff out an amused breath, feeling as he rolls us over, letting me perch on his chest. I trace idle patterns along his chest. “It was a big ask…I figured you deserved it. Although you were still spoiling me.”
