Wyatt lets out a deep chuckle. “You can touch it. It’s an apadravya.”
“But why?” I sputter, completely shocked that he would do that to himself, yet also fascinated by it. “Piercing your genitalia must have hurt immensely. What was your motivation for doing so?”
Wyatt’s hand wraps around the base of his length and he slowly starts to rub himself, sending a fresh wave of wet heat to my sex.
“Because I wanted to? And because when I use it the right way, it can make sex feel even more mind-blowing, especially for the woman I’m with.” He winks and my hand lifts up to wipe away the drool I am petrified is dripping from my mouth. I’ve read about this type of arousal, this intense sexual attraction, but never once did I expect to feel it myself.
Wyatt lifts one leg up and comes to kneel on the bed. “You’ve got too many clothes on, Paige.”
I scramble to sit up and go to lift my sweater over my head, but his hands stop me.
“I want to do that.”
He takes the hem of my sweater in his hands and pulls it up and off of me, revealing my bra and the bandage Rocco applied to my tattoo just an hour earlier. So much has changed since then; it feels like a lifetime ago that I let Wyatt take me for my tattoo. His hands skirt around the edge of the bandage before coming to cup my breasts. His thumbs graze my nipples, making them stand up stiffly. He leans over and licks a path over the top of one breast, down the valley between, and up the crest of the other side, all while gently squeezing with his hands. I never realized my breasts were so sensitive, so erogenous. Then again, everything is different with Wyatt.
Everything.
His lips come back to my neck, landing there with soft, open-mouthed kisses that I accept eagerly. But I am impatient. I want more. I suspect what I experienced against the door was but a mild version of what Wyatt is capable of, and I want it all. When he shows no sign of moving further with undressing me, I take matters in my own hands, arching my back so I can reach the clasp on my bra, sliding it off my shoulders, and dropping it to the floor. Wyatt lifts his head up and his eyes travel down to my breasts. A part of me wants to cover them, but the bigger, bolder part that he is unleashing within me wants to feel his mouth there again.
“Will you kiss me here?” My hands come to where his just were, cupping my breasts. He grins at me, a wolfish, lust-filled smile.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy it is hearing you ask me to give you what you want.”
Wyatt lowers his head but keeps his eyes trained on me as he slowly wraps his lips around my taut peak. The warm heat of his mouth engulfs my breast, and his tongue swirls around my nipple, teasing it even stiffer than it already was. He plays my body expertly, switching sides, alternating from sucks, to gentle nips, to wide licks. It’s never the same, I can never anticipate what he’s going to do next, all I can do is let go.
Finally, he reaches for the fastening of my pants and makes quick work of finishing the job he already started of undoing them, breaking away from my breasts to slide my pants and my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely bare.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
There’s nothing in his tone to indicate he is anything but serious and I can’t deny it feels wonderful to receive the compliment. I place my hands on his sides, and tug gently to encourage him back up to my head so I can kiss him. Once again time is suspended and I’m lost in the feel of his lips on mine, his tongue plundering my mouth. But he eventually shifts onto his side, and reaches behind him, producing a foil package.
I try not to seem overly curious as I observe him opening the package and rolling the condom onto his penis. I still have yet to touch him, not because I don’t want to, but because I am far too nervous and excited for what comes next. Silently he reaches for a tube, and squeezes out a clear gel-like substance which he rubs on top of his covered penis. He comes back to lean over me, the muscles of his arms bunching as he holds himself up.
“Are you ready?” He lowers to his elbows, and shifts onto just one so his hand can come up and stroke the side of my face. I nod quickly, but sense he needs more reassurances.
“I’m not a virgin, Wyatt, merely inexperienced. I have had two other sexual partners, but neither were as arousing as you have already proven to be. I am more than ready. I feel I may combust from the fire burning within me.”
“Fuck. The way you talk. You. You’re just… Fuck, Paige.” As he says my name, Wyatt begins to slide his covered erection into me slowly, moving the tip in and out a few times before going deeper. I’m grateful for the slow pace, and for the lubricant he applied because as much as I want to feel all of him, I’m tight, and unused to the intrusion. But then he’s in, and his piercing hits my inner walls, sending instantaneous spasms throughout my core.
“Oh my God,” I moan as my body arches up from the overwhelmingly heady sensations flooding me. “Wyatt!”
“I know. Jesus, Paige. You feel amazing, squeezing the shit out of my cock like that.”
His rough, gritty, dirty words have a direct affect on my arousal, sending pulses of need through me. He starts to pump his hips and we quickly find an intoxicating rhythm. The room is filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, his grunts, my gasps, the slap of our skin. Wyatt reaches down and lifts one of my legs up to just under his arm and the change in angle causes me to shriek out his name. I’m climbing higher and higher, like I’m on a roller coaster about to crest at the top before plummeting down. I both want to hit that release and never want this climb to end.
“Come for me, Paige.”
With a strangled cry, my body responds to Wyatt’s command instantly, my orgasm hitting full force, my sex pulsing around him. He groans out my name as his thrusts become chaotic, until with one more push he freezes and unloads into me. He drops down onto his forearms, releasing my leg, and peppers my face with wet kisses as our hearts both pound from the exertion.
Wyatt climbs off of me with one final kiss, and I watch him walk to the bathroom. Moments later he returns and holds out a wet cloth with a questioning tilt to his head. Unsure what he means to do with that, I simply nod. To my shock, he proceeds to gently wipe me clean, placing soothing strokes over my sensitized flesh. The towel is tossed to the floor and he climbs into the bed, pulling me into his arms, simultaneously lifting the duvet that was folded back to cover us.
“I feel I should thank you for…that. For what you did. What you made me do.” My words tumble out of me, but Wyatt just chuckles and tightens his arms around me.
“Trust me, no thanks are necessary. That was just as amazing for me as I think it was for you.”
“Really?” I ask incredulously, lifting my head to look at him. He tilts his chin down to meet my gaze.
“Yeah. Sex is pretty much always good, but sex with you is fucking phenomenal. Whoever made you think you weren’t made for this was dead wrong.”
