Her hands were frantic, tugging at my shirt. As I pushed her up on the table, I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Her hands undid my jeans, but I pushed them away before she could touch my dick. One touch and I was going to come all over us.
“You first,” I said, panting more than I ever remembered doing. I pushed her thighs open and dropped to my knees.
“Wyatt.” Her hand slid down over her pussy.
I kissed her hand and then inhaled. “You smell so sweet. I want to taste you.” I gently moved her hand away. “You have the sexiest pussy ever. And you’re so wet. Wet for me.”
I looked up at her, wanting to make sure she was okay with this as I ran a finger through her folds.
“This will make my fantasy come true,” I said.
“I thought me riding you under the tree was your fantasy.”
“I have more than one.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Can I eat your sweet pussy, Sinclair?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“You’ll love it. I promise.” I turned my attention to the wet light hair and pretty pink lips between her thighs. I pushed her thighs open wider and used my fingers to open her folds. I stuck my tongue out, swirling it around her clit, loving how she cried out. Then I put the flat of my tongue at her opening and lapped upward. Her taste filled my mouth, sending my head whirling, until I was intoxicated. Then I focused on her, making her feel good. We didn’t always connect like we had before, except through our bodies. In this, we were still a perfect match. I hoped that if I touched her just right, made her feel good, maybe she’d open up enough to let me into her heart as well as her body.
18
Sinclair
Oh. My. God. Wyatt’s hot, wet tongue was touching my pussy. No, not just touching, but licking. And it felt so, so good. Amazing. Spectacular. I pressed my hand to his head to make sure he didn’t stop. I didn’t ever want him to stop.
My hips rocked against the thrust of his tongue. “Wyatt.”
He groaned, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking.
Every muscle in my body quaked. My blood was running thick and hot straight to my pussy. Moans echoed through the room and I realized they were from me. He had me writhing, rocking, shaking.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” My head dropped back as he pushed me up and up.
He focused on my pussy opening, using his thumb to rub my clit and I was completely wrought. Sensation after sensation pulsed through my body, each time increasing in intensity until I thought I might completely come apart.
“Oh god… I’m going to come…” I could barely breathe. My pussy was on fire.
He thrust one and then two fingers inside me, and sucked my clit and my world completely shattered.
I screamed as I held his head to my pussy and fucked his mouth while the most glorious orgasm careened through me. His mouth kept sucking, his tongue kept licking until finally he brought me down.
He shot up, his hands shoving his jeans down. “I have to fuck you.”
I was completely spent, but seeing his dick, hard, red and looking like it would come any second, I immediately wanted to have it inside me.
He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips.
“You taste so fucking good.” Then he gripped my hips. “I won’t be slow. My nuts are about to explode.”
“Fuck me, Wyatt. Come in me.”
He groaned and his eyes rolled back as he thrust his dick inside me. I cried out again, as pleasure rocketed through me again. He was so hard and thick. I could feel every millimeter of his dick as he plunged in and out, faster and faster. He was frantic, frenetic. He was out of control and it made me feel more feminine than I could ever remember feeling. This sexy strong man was desperate for me.
“Are you there yet?” he grunted out.
I was close. With each thrust I was closer and closer to the edge again.
He shifted, titled my hips and plunged in, hitting that one spot that shot me to the stars.