He laughed. “Did you miss me?”
I answered by kissing him. He kissed me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. Lost in the kiss, I pressed my aching cleft over his hard length behind his jeans’ buttons.
He moaned and pulled back. “Sinclair.”
I pushed him back and settled my pussy on his dick. “I love you. You love me.”
“We can’t, baby.” His hands were on my hips, but he wasn’t pushing me off.
“You plan to visit me at school, right?”
“Yes.”
“We’ve talked about being back here together when I’m done with school.”
“Right.”
“When do you plan on telling Ryder? When he’s your best man at our wedding?”
“I know what we’ve talked about, but that’s down the road. We have time.” This time he did try to move me off of him, but I wasn’t going to have it.
I pushed him back again, rocked over his hard dick as I undid the buttons on my shirt.
“Sinclair.” His voice was rough and tormented.
“You’ve seen the girls before.” I tossed my shirt aside. “What do you think? Is this pretty?” I showed him my lace bra.
“Yes.” His word came out in a groan. Unable to help himself, his hands cupped my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my hard nipples, making me moan too and my pussy ache with a need only he could fulfill.
I unzipped my skirt and shimmied it over my head, not wanting to get up to remove it for fear that breaking contact with his dick would break the spell.
I took his hand, rubbing it over my folds. “See how much I want you, Wyatt. Tonight, I want to give all of myself to you.”
“Ah, fuck, Sinclair.” His resolve to deny me was dwindling. I could hear it in his voice.
I undid the buttons on his jeans, and slid my fingers under his waistband to touch the soft head of his dick. I felt wetness there.
“You want me too, don’t you?”
“I do. I so fucking do. But-”
I kissed him then, not wanting to hear his excuse one more time. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the pounding of his heart.
A growl tore from his throat as he grabbed me and rolled me under him.
Crap. He was going to back off and leave me wanting again.
“This changes things,” he said sharply.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to push me away.
“For the better,” I said, running my fingers through his dark hair that was about a month overdue for a cut.
“I don’t want to hurt you. For you to regret-”
“The only thing I’ll regret is never making love to you.”
He stared at me, and there was something in his eyes that gave me a moment of doubt. But then he was kissing me again, his hands roaming my body, and I knew he was mine.
Finally mine.
He shucked his shirt off and shoved his jeans down. I pushed him on his back, wanting to see him in all his naked glory. I ran my hand over his dick, which was thicker than I’d expected, and I wondered if it would hurt when he entered me.
“We don’t have to do this.” His hand rubbed up and down my back. “You can jerk me off. I’ll get you off, and-
“No.” I shimmied out of my panties and unclasped my bra. “I want this. I want you.”
He rolled us again, so he was over me. “Be sure, Sinclair. This is one bell that can’t be unrung.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He stared into my eyes, and I hoped he saw what he needed to see there. Finally, he said, “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
He kissed me as his hands kneaded my breasts. His fingertips drew down over my belly, his mouth left my lips and instead sucked on my breasts. I gasped as a flood of pressure filled my core.
“That feels so good.” I held his head to my breasts and widened my legs as his fingers stroked through my folds.
“Good.” He rubbed me there until I was writhing and I felt like I was on the verge of coming undone. He then put one of his long fingers inside me.
My pussy clasped around it. “Yes.”
He groaned too. “You’re so tight and wet.”
“Please, Wyatt.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for; I only knew I needed him to take care of me.
He moved his hips over mine, his tip nestling against my entrance. He looked down on me. “We can stop, baby.”
“No. Don’t stop.” Was he kidding? I was about to combust. I gripped his hips and pulled him to me.
“Let me do it,” he said on another groan. “This might hurt.”
It couldn’t be worse than the ache I had there now. “I don’t care.”
I looked up into his face, filled with torment. He looked like he was in pain too, as he bit his lip, his expression strained as he pushed the head of his dick inside me.
A wave of emotion flowed through me. This was finally happening. But need pushed away the emotion, as my hips gyrated, seeking more from him.
“Ah, fuck…” He groaned. He pushed some more and then withdrew.
I gripped him close, not wanting him to move away. But then he pressed in again, slid back, and again, each time sliding inside a little bit deeper.
“You ready?” I barely recognized his voice, there was so much tension in it.
“Yes, Wyatt. I love you.”
He withdrew and the next thrust was hard and deep. The feeling of him filling me was beyond what I could have imagined. I felt full, but no pain.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Yes, perfect.” I rocked my hips, still seeking more of him.
“Jesus…Sinclair…” He levered up on his hands and looked down on me, his bangs falling into his face. “I’m not sure I’ll hold out.”
I reached and pushed his hair back, wanting to see his green eyes. “I don’t care. I want to feel you.”
He gave me
