“Fuck, Helen.” He bit his lip as I moved my hand slowly up and down the length of him.
I enjoyed the look on his face more than I ever thought I would; the pleasure rippled through him, and the way he stared into my eyes only made me crave more.
“I need you,” he whispered, taking my hand into his, forcing me to stop.
“I need you, too,” I replied softly as he kissed me hard. He paused, neither of us saying anything. We just stared, our lips hovering over each other’s. I knew what he was trying to say…I belonged to him now. We’d gone too far to ever stop now. We couldn’t pretend this was just an accident, that we didn’t know what we were doing. We’d made the choice. We made it repeatedly.
“Wyat—” Before I could even get his name out, he was slamming himself into me.
I hissed as my back arched off the couch. “Fuck!”
“God, Helen…,” he gasped out from above me, holding my thighs as he pounded his cock inside of me.
“No,” I moaned, unsuccessfully gripping onto his back as he pulled out slowly. Surprising me, he thrusted back in suddenly, just once before pulling out at the same tortuously slow pace.
“Ah—” I tried to protest, but he simply kissed me, biting my bottom lip before burying himself deeply inside me again. I could barely grasp what was going on, my mind going into a daze…he grabbed onto my hips, and it was like he couldn’t hold himself back…I could feel him in me, feeling every inch of him as he drove himself in and out.
“Wyatt…” I couldn’t help the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I was feeling so many different things at once.
And he didn’t stop, how could he? Instead, he lifted my leg up onto his shoulder. I could feel my toes curl. I grabbed onto his hair and the way he kissed the length of my arms felt so loving, so tender, such a contradiction to how he normally was...
I felt so… so damn alive.
He was rough, he was passionate, sweet and sinful all at once… and I craved it all…every part of him. Bringing my leg down, I pushed against his chest, locking my legs just above his ass. He rolled us over.
His eyes were like liquid fire, focused only on me, and I knew he was seeing the same emotions reflected in mine.
“Ahh…,” he hissed as I rose off him slowly before suddenly taking him inside me again. “Fuck, Helen.”
He reached up to touch me, but I smacked his hand away, grinning as he glared at me.
When he reached up a second time to grab my breast, I slapped his hand away, again, giggling at the frustrated look on his face. Sitting still, I grinned as he bit his lips.
“Are you toying with me?” he asked.
I rolled my hips, and his eyes closed as he swallowed slowly, exhaling through his nose.
“Me? Toying with you? Never,” I replied, but before I could get another word out, he flipped me back onto my back and pulled out of me…I shivered at the sudden the loss of him.
He hovered over me like a wolf about to devour his prey.
“I was trying to be gentle, but obviously you’re out to drive me mad,” he said through deep breaths…sweat rolling down the side of his face.
“When did I ask for gentle?” I arched my back, brushing my hands over his chest. “Don’t hold back, Wyatt…make me see stars.”
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, and the way he glared, the way he spoke…how could I not listen? There was barely any space on the couch and between our bodies, but I turned onto my stomach, rising up to get onto all fours. He rubbed my ass slowly, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I had no idea what he was about to do, but my heart was racing with excitement at the possibilities.
“Tell me to stop.” That was all he said, so I wasn’t sure what he meant until—
SLAP.
“Ah…” My mouth dropped, and my eyes went wide, my voice caught in my throat. He slapped me. It had only just registered when…
SLAP.
It was like electricity shot through me. My whole body trembled.
SLAP.
“Wy…” My vision blurred, I was so wet for him…I…
SLAP.
The force of his hand on my ass had me moaning like a whore. I wanted more.
“Tell me to stop,” he said again.
“No.”
And he didn’t stop. In rapid succession, he slapped my ass until I couldn’t handle it…the pleasure and the pain made my knees weak. I couldn’t help but collapse onto the couch. He brushed my hair to the side, kissing the side of my face…whispering into my ear. “Don’t wimp out on me now…I’m only getting started.”
I couldn’t speak. There wasn’t anything I could say. I merely closed my eyes as he left soft butterfly-like kisses all over my shoulders and down my spine. How did I get this lucky? Why was this happening now? How could I make sure this never stopped? I thought to myself when all of a sudden—
He made it down my thighs and I shifted onto my side. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, spread my lips, and started licking my pussy—oh my god!
“Oh!”
“You’re so wet you’re dripping...,” he moaned against me, holding on tight as he licked and sucked. My breathing was all kinds of fucked up, and I couldn’t help but move against his mouth. I was on fire…I was fighting the urge to come right there and then…but I didn’t want to be the only one this…hot.
“WYATT!” I cried out as I came.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled away from him. He glanced up at me, no longer licking, and
