I lean down and kiss her there, just over her panties, and she cries out.
“Wyatt, now.”
“I want to taste you first.” I grin wickedly up at her.
I want to take my time, savor her. This moment will be all she has left of me when I am gone.
I rip her panties off and slide my fingers over her opening.
She moans and bucks, and I continue the torture. I love the way her face looks like this. I like how much control I have over her body.
I slowly dip a finger in, and I can’t believe how tight she is.
“Aaah,” she groans, and it drives me crazy.
I slide my fingers up and down her slick folds a few times before I plunge my tongue inside her, tasting her sweetness. She gasps, and I start to pick up the pace, my tongue exploring every part of her. I graze her clit with my teeth, and she’s unraveling beneath me. Shuddering as her orgasm builds. I stand, slipping on a rubber, and kiss my way up her body, and gently push into her. Gently, knowing I want her to remember this moment. The moment she becomes mine.
I look her in her eyes. “Don’t look away.” I hiss the words, unable to maintain the control I had.
Her satisfied eyes capture mine, and I know what I’ve been missing. I feel the wetness pooling between her legs and all around us.
“You– you haven’t?” I frown.
“No,” she moans into my lips. “I have only ever wanted you.”
The thought of me being her first sends me over the edge, and after a few more thrusts I’m releasing inside her.
I hold myself up so as not to place weight on her, my forehead touching hers. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me close to her.
“I love you, Wyatt. I’ve always wanted to tell you that.”
“I love you too, Bella. I think I always have.”
“Uhm, I think we need to shower.” She’s bashful when she looks at the red that stains the sheets.
I hold her closer. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.”
She makes her way to the bathroom, and I bundle her sheets in the corner of the room, joining her, and taking her in the shower one more time.
I don’t knowwhat makes me think about that night. I look down at my erection; it’ll be a long fucking night. I make my way back into the tent and lie on my cot.
So much changed for me since then and I regret, for the first time, my decision to leave. However, at the same time, I’m glad I have someone to go home to. I remember her face at the airport; I remember the way she looked at me, her eyes begging me to come back to her. I leaned in and whispered in her ear that I’d be right back. The tears fell freely as I held her to my chest and kissed the top of her head. At that moment, I knew there was no one else I would ever love more than Hayley. Falling in love with Hayley was the most illogical thing I ever did.
Tomorrow, I’ll leave to see Josh’s widow. The woman he left behind. I don’t know if I have the strength to face her, but I have to. It’s the right thing to do. It’s been a year since Josh died. I can’t imagine leaving Hayley alone like Erin was.
I’ll surprise Hayley with a visit, and maybe we’ll see Erin together. I didn’t need to write her a letter; I realize; I’ll have her in my arms in less than twenty-four hours.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
