She sank down over me and holy fuck was she tight. Stars burst behind my eyes as pleasure sparked through my entire body. I was going to come any minute.
“Wait.” I wrapped my arm around her to keep her from riding me.
“What’s wrong?” Her hands gripped my shoulders. Even holding her still, her pussy massaged my dick and it was fucking awesome.
“I don’t want to come too fast,” I panted as I worked to get my libido under control.
“Coming is the point.”
I grinned up at her. “Kiss me first.”
She shook her head like she thought I was nuts, but thankfully, she did as I asked, her lips fusing to mine. I continued to hold her still, pouring everything I had into that kiss.
How many times had I imagined this moment or one like it when I was alone in the desert? Or even in my shower, seeking release? And now here she was. Sinclair in the flesh. Her body wrapped around mine bringing me mind-boggling pleasure.
I worked to inventory everything about this moment. The taste of her lips. The feel of her hands roaming my body. The tightness of her pussy squeezing in a dizzying rhythm around my dick. I wanted to remember this forever. It was possible this was the last time we’d be like this and I wanted to emblaze every aspect of this moment onto my brain.
I slid my thumb between our bodies and flicked it over her clit. She gasped and her pussy gripped me tighter, making my brain nearly explode.
“Come on me, Sinclair. I want to feel you come.” Gritting my teeth, I rubbed her clit as she rocked back and forth over my cock.
She still made those mewing sounds as she made her ascent toward pleasure. I watched her face, loving how beautiful it was as her release approached.
“Oh God, Wyatt…” She tried to pull out of my grip to ride me, but I knew I’d never last and tonight, I was going to give her two orgasms. This might have been our one and only night together, and I was going to make damn sure she never forgot it. Yes, I was selfish and arrogant, but my goal was to ruin any other man for her. She might move on, but she’d always remember that Wyatt Jones was the only man who could fully satisfy her.
12
Sinclair
The last dick I’d had inside me was Wyatt’s. He was the only man I’d ever been with. Not that I hadn’t ever been open to meeting someone new because I had been. That was why I went on the pill after Alyssa was born. I didn’t want to risk another unplanned pregnancy. Not that I wasn’t happy to be Alyssa’s mother. She was a gift. In fact, believing I’d never see Wyatt again, she was a living reminder of the love I’d had for him.
But a few years ago, I realized that it was possible I’d never meet anyone new. The few men who showed interest, like Mayor Valentine, just didn’t do it for me. So, for the last ten years, when I felt the urge, I took a bath, had some wine, and would take care of orgasms all on my own.
But now, I was getting the real thing and it was even better than I remembered. Wyatt’s body was like chiseled granite. His dick was still long and hard. I could feel every ridge of it as I rocked against his thumb rubbing my clit.
“I need to come,” I gasped as I tried to get loose of his arm banding around me. I needed to feel his cock sliding in and out. But he held me close.
“I’m going to give you two orgasms tonight,” he said. His voice was rough, like he was holding back. “Give me the first one, Sinclair.” He dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth as he continued to rub my hard clit. His dick pulsed inside me and I was off like a rocket.
I cried out as pleasure broke through, flooding through my body. I rocked and convulsed, moaning as my orgasm careened through me.
“Fuck yeah…fuck yeah… God, you come so hard.”
I let out shuddering breaths as the orgasm subsided. He said he’d give me two, which wasn’t something he’d done before. I wasn’t sure my heart, lungs and pussy could take another one.
I guessed he learned some skills in the ten years he’d been gone. I hated the idea that he’d been with other women, but he was a man after all. A sexy man at that. It probably hadn’t been hard to find a willing woman when he had the urge.
His head rested on my chest as he took in a few deep breaths. His dick felt gargantuan inside me. It had to be painful for him.
“I’ve had a fantasy,” he murmured against my chest.
“Oh?”
He looked up at me, his hands kneading my nipples again. And goodness, if my pussy didn’t flare to life again.
“Of you riding me under this oak tree.”
“I’d have just done that if you’d let me.”
He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth and then let it go with a wet pop. “I’m going to let you now. But you have to come on me again. I want you to take me over.”
He lay back and slid both his hands up my thighs. He pushed them open, using his thumb to rub my clit again, and the other thumb rubbed along the inside of my pussy lips. His dick twitched and pulsed inside me.
“Touch your tits.”
I’d never done that in front of him before and I felt a little self-conscious.
It must have shown in my face because he said, “Do you ever touch yourself?”
I nodded.
“Do you touch your tits?”
“Yes.” Feeling more confident, I slid my hands up over my belly to cup
