I do. I trust him more than I ever trusted anyone outside of my family. He has quickly become someone I rely on. Someone I can’t imagine not being here.
It’s scary as hell, but it’s also exhilarating.
Slowly, he presses kisses to my stomach, making me giggle from how ticklish it is. When I feel his lips quirk up, I know he is smiling too. I love that about us. That this doesn’t feel stilted. It feels fluid. One moment we can be hot and heavy and the next we can laugh together. It feels right. Like this is how it should be.
Wyatt pulls the top of my shorts down a little, kissing right beneath the waistband. I can’t help the way my legs fall open for him. I lift my hips, hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling my shorts down my legs before tossing them onto the floor.
Then he leans in, licking my pussy. It’s been so long since someone else has touched me. It feels so good as he uses his fingers to circle my clit, his tongue circling my opening.
I don’t know how, but he seems to know my cheat code. He has no issues finding my hot spot. He has me on edge within minutes, my body feeling taut, needing the release.
“Right there, yes.” I moan out.
He doesn’t move an inch. He keeps the same pressure, licking me while also flicking my clit with his fingers.
That’s all it takes. I come hard, my eyes rolling into the back of my head while I call out his name. He doesn’t stop licking me until my body sags against the bed. Then he climbs up my body, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
This is what I have been missing for three years. If this is what true pleasure looks like, I never want to give Wyatt up.
I move to lay beside Lyla, a smile on my face. I did that for her. I brought her to pleasure so good that she lost where she was for several moments. I don’t even know if she realized it. It was like one moment she was there with me, the next she was calling out my name so loud I thought she’d wake her dad. Thankfully he didn’t come bursting in.
It is a huge boost to my ego knowing I was able to so efficiently bring her to pleasure. I didn’t want to stop, but I meant what I said to her. I want to do this right, which means taking it slow. Good things come to those who wait.
My will to wait for her is proof of that. I refuse to ruin it now.
Lyla turns to me, her eyes still glazed as she kisses me.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t need to do that. I’m happy knowing you’re happy.”
Pretty sure my cock would disagree, but she doesn’t listen to me anyway. She begins to crawl down my body.
“I want to, Wyatt. Let me do this,” she urges.
How could I ever deny her anything she wants?
“Don’t do this because you think you have to,” I warn her.
She looks me right in the eyes. “I’m not.”
Then she peels my boxers down. I lift my hips to help her. Then she grabs my cock with her hand, her eyes taking it in.
“It’s so soft,” she whispers. “I meant what I said before. Your cock is a pretty one. Never thought I would say that.”
My cock jerks in her hand, making her giggle.
“Okay. Don’t get so impatient,” she whispers to my cock.
I would laugh if she hadn’t put the tip in her mouth, eliciting a groan from me. It feels so good to have her lips around me. I keep my eyes open and on her. I refuse to miss a single moment of this.
She starts off slow, taking only a little of my cock in her mouth at a time. I couldn’t care if that’s all she ever took. Having her touch me is enough for me. She doesn’t stop there, though. Instead, she takes me deeper, increasing her tempo as she strokes me with her hand.
I have had blow jobs before, but none of them have been as intense as this one. I know that’s because of my feelings for Lyla. Nothing could be better than intimacy with someone you truly love.
I love Lyla. There was never a doubt in my mind about that.
She takes me deeper, gagging on my cock.
