He pressed his lips against mine in the softest, sweetest kiss of my life, and all I could do was murmur, “Okay.”
He smiled against my mouth before tracing kisses across my face and down my neck. His hands started to move too, running over my curves, fingers digging into my skin. When his hot mouth enveloped one of my hard nipples, I gasped into the quiet room, my nails raking across his back.
He slid one hand down the center of my body, over my chest, across my ribs and stomach until he found what he was looking for. With gentle, but sure fingers, he pressed inside me, making me cry out.
“You’re ready for me,” he mumbled against my throat.
All I could do was nod as he pumped his thick fingers in and out slowly, rhythmically. I pulled on his shoulders as he drove me higher, knowing he wouldn’t let me climax like this. With one last kiss on my lips, he sat back on his knees and looked down at me. His lids were heavy as he smiled slowly.
“You’re fucking stunning.”
My chest bloomed under his stare, my nerves lighting up like a Christmas tree. While his fingers kept up their steady pace, he leaned over the bed to his pants and retrieved a foil packet. He quickly ripped it open and sheathed himself as I watched. He grasped himself with his big hand and my stomach hollowed at the sight.
He was so damn sexy in that moment, I could have watched him holding himself all night.
But he had other plans.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I moaned at the loss before he lined himself up with my center and slowly pushed forward. Wyatt slid into me, stretching and filling not just down there, but my entire body. My entire existence. I was so full of Wyatt, it felt like I would burst.
When he was finally all the way inside me, he sighed heavily and leaned forward, his arms caging me in. He dipped his head and kissed my lips sweetly. “You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
He smiled wide and kissed me again as he pulled back and then pushed forward. I spread my hips wider, and he inched closer, his thickness almost too much for me to take. Almost.
As we grew used to each other, his thrusts came faster, but that steady rhythm never faltered. I pulled my legs up higher, wanting him as deep as he could possibly go. Until he was a part of me. Until we were just one person and not two anymore.
“This is how it should have been,” he said as he peppered kisses all over my face. “This should have been our first time. Just like this.”
I shook my head. “We’re where we are because of where we’ve been.”
He watched me with wide eyes as he continued to pump into me. “I love you. You know that? I love every single fucking part of you.”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head because I didn’t. I hadn’t known.
He picked up the pace slightly, pressing a little harder, a little deeper, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. A feeling this delicious couldn’t last, and soon I’d reach the end of my rope and tumble of this cliff, but I knew he’d be there to catch me.
“I’m gonna show you,” he grunted as he cupped my face with his palm. “Every fucking day I’m gonna show you. You’re perfect, Callie.”
His words, every single syllable, every single letter dove straight into my heart, fortifying it and fixing all the dents and cuts he’d made. Even some he hadn’t. Some that had been there for years that were old and ragged around the edges. His words soothed them all.
His thrusts got faster, and I was close. So close.
“I can tell you’re almost there.”
I nodded quickly, forming words beyond my capabilities at the moment.
“I am too, love. I want us to come together.”
I nodded again as he grasped one of my thighs and hitched it over his hip. He leaned down and sucked one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, biting down softly.
An explosion of colors and heat detonated inside me as I squeezed him, his name falling from my lips over and over. Somewhere in my haze, I realized he’d reached his climax too as he squeezed my hip almost painfully and went still inside me.
When I could move again, I opened one lazy eye to find him looking at me with this expression I’d never seen before on his face. It was open, and honest, and joyful, and a little bit scared all rolled into one. I reached out to cup his face and it disappeared as he smiled down at me.
Without a word, he laid on the bed next to me, his arms wrapping around my whole body as his curled around me. He grabbed the blankets and shook them out over us before laying his head down and kissing my cheek.
“Sleep, love. I have a feeling you’ve gotten about as much as I have lately.”
He wasn’t wrong. Sleep had eluded me for weeks, but that night, with Wyatt everywhere around me, I fell asleep quickly and deeply and we stayed like that for the rest of the night.
***
“Callie! You in there?!” came the yell followed by a couple loud knocks on my door.
I wrenched myself upward and blinked hazy, sleep-clouded eyes around my room.
“Callie?!”
What the heck was going on?
I looked down at myself and realized I was completely naked. With a squeak, I yanked the sheet up to my chin and shook my head.
“Callie! Are you still sleeping?!”
