And I’m ready for whatever he throws at me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wyatt
I finally have Lucy here, alone.
I get to touch her body, to enjoy every inch of her perfect curves, to give her pleasure beyond anything she’s experienced before. All I want to do now is show her the love she deserves.
I kneel between her legs, kissing my way up her thighs.
I know I’m about to get some gratification too. My heart gives a kick in my chest just at the sight of her laid bare before. Since the moment I met her, I’ve been desperate to taste her, to run my tongue over her core and lap up her essence. She smells intoxicating.
I can feel her nerves through her trembling legs. I get it. Somehow, this seems even more intimate than sex. This isn’t typical first-date behavior, after all. But she and I…we’re different. We don’t need time to build up, because this was meant to be. I was born into this world to give her pleasure, and that’s what I’m going to do. After forty years of waiting for the right woman, it’s finally time to indulge in her.
My tongue slides over her pussy, earning a deep moan from Lucy, the kind that can only be produced from pure bliss.
I’m new to this too. I’ve never touched a woman this way before, determined to wait for the right woman before I ever did anything. But now that the moment has arrived, I don’t hesitate. My body knows what to do. It’s like instinct kicks in when it comes to me and her. Her thighs clamp down around my face as I begin to lick her, but I don’t mind. There’s something so hot about being suffocated between her thick thighs, my tongue buried in her sweet pussy. I feel like the luckiest man alive to taste her sweet nectar. The thought of anyone else in the world ever getting this pleasure makes me so angry I grip her flesh harder, desperate to ensure that she never has a reason to leave me.
And that means giving her the best night of her life.
I can already feel how close she is to coming undone once again, gasping for breath as I allow my tongue to thrust into her the way I want my cock working her. Her pussy is warm and inviting, and it tastes so damn good. I bury my face deeper into her wetness, allowing it to coat my lips.
I’m hungry for her, greedily lapping away at her, my tongue honing in on her clit until she’s crying out wildly. I close my eyes, allowing myself to get sucked in. I could do this forever. Even though she’s not touching me, I’m so horny that my cock feels like a steel pipe between my legs. Like I could erupt at any moment. I feel like a coiled snake, ready to strike. If she touched my cock right now, I don’t think I’d be able to take it. That’s how fucking much she turns me on. I didn’t think that was possible, but she’s showing me things about myself I never knew before.
“Wyatt,” she whimpers. Her hand find my hair and pull me in against her soaked slit. I don’t mind one bit. I'd be more than happy to drown in her juices if I had to. The taste of her is the only thing I want. I never want to leave her side. My tongue circles her clit, savoring her, knowing that the moment this is over, life will never be the same again. Now that she’s mine, every night could be like this one. I might never leave this house again, spending every hour of every day tasting her, exploring her body…
“You make me so damn hard,” I growl against her pussy before diving back in. I never want to stop. I don’t think she ever wants me to stop either from the way she grinds against my face, insatiable, driven wild by my touch. It’s so fucking hot, her body pressed so close to mine.
She’s taken over my senses, so much so that I’m almost in sensory overload. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is the kind of experience people only dream of, would kill for. I know that because right now, I’d do anything for her. Live for her, die for her, kill for her. And I realize something as I’m burying my tongue in her sweet slit pussy again…
I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.
Lucy moans long and deeply again and I know she’s just at the edge again. The thought of her coming hard, her juices soaking my face…it’s almost too much to handle. I don’t want it to end, but I do want to feel her pleasure and experience every second of her climax. I grip her closer to me, growling against her core. The vibrations from my mouth must set her off because I feel her stiffen and then her heels are digging into my back, a strangled sound leaving her lips as her arousal coats my mouth. I pulled back to watch her, her lips parted, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. A beautiful sight that I never want to end.