Eventually, he dragged himself from her breasts and kissed up her sternum and neck to find her sweet mouth. Her small arms clung to him, and a layer of perspiration made her skin glossy as she pressed close. She was as excited as him. Or at least he hoped she was.
“Lie back,” he said, “let me show you you’re special.”
Her eyes seemed to mist slightly as she stared up at him. For a moment, he could see just how vulnerable she was. It was a flash in the depths of her pupils, a hitch of her breath. He’d asked for her to be real, and she was holding up her end of the bargain even though it was costing her, putting her heart at risk.
“I won’t let you down,” he whispered and stroked to her navel. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Oh, Wyatt.” She gripped his shoulder. “I … oh…”
He’d slipped to her pussy, rubbed over her small patch of pubic hair, and found her entrance. “Let me in.”
Your soul as well as your body.
She widened her legs.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “For you.”
He delved two fingers inside her tight pussy. Hot flesh hugged him, and his way was eased by her arousal. “So fucking wet,” he said against her lips. “Goddamn it, you turn me on so much.”
She didn’t answer, just stared up at him and ground her hips to sink more on his invasion.
God help me, she’s beautiful.
He forged higher, the heel of his hand grinding on her clit.
“Oh!” Her jaw slackened and her fingernails dug into his skin. Small pinpricks of the sweetest pain imaginable.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes. Yes…”
He set up a gentle rocking action, fingering her and stimulating her clit the way he had before. It had worked a treat last time.
The black of her pupils expanded until they were deep, bottomless pools. He wanted to dive in, dive in and drown and not regret it for a moment. This woman could become his everything, his reason for breathing, he was sure of it.
“Oh, Wyatt.” Redness stained her cheeks, and her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. “I’m going to…”
“Not yet.” He pulled out. “I want to be inside you when you come, feel your pussy hug my cock.” Reaching for a condom, he pressed it into her hand. “Here, put this on me.”
Quickly, he sat, knees folded beneath him on the bed at her side. His cock jutted upward, uncomfortably hard, the shaft dark and the end glossy.
She tore at the condom wrapper with her teeth then blew the fragment away. “Extra-large, huh.”
“Don’t you know it, babe.” He grinned.
She didn’t answer, instead, she poked the tip of her tongue out as she concentrated on rolling the condom over the domed head of his cock.
His belly tensed and his balls ached. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered. Watching her was sapping his stamina by the second.
The circle of her fingers toyed with his length in a slow teasing manner, testing his grit further. Moaning, he tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
“You like that?” she murmured.
He growled. A sound he barely recognized coming from his own throat. “You know I do. But what I like more is fucking.” He opened his eyes and flattened himself over her, forcing her to lie back beneath him, legs spread. “So, let’s get on with that, huh.”
She clutched his shoulders and through the shadows, she held his gaze. “I didn’t … I haven’t…”