Wyatt isn’t doing that. He’s kissing and licking and teasing me like he could do this all day, and it’s for me as much as for him. The time he’s taking, the ways he’s enjoying it, it opens my senses to a deeper level of arousal I feel in every cell of my body.
Watching him lick me, I’m lightly panting, my eyelashes struggling to stay separate.
His right hand slides under my skirt and I rise up a little so he can discover how wet I am. He groans into my breasts before locking eyes with me.
“Come here.”
CHAPTER 39
DIANA
O ur kiss crashes together as we both go for his zipper. I let go to wrestle my panties, which takes some doing. We both start laughing.
“Shush!” I tell him. “You’re the one who wanted to do this in a car!”
I might be complaining but there’s no basis for it. I’m perfectly happy with this locale, this circumstance, this man and his adventurous mind.
Wyatt’s eyes enflame as he sees my pussy for the first time. Instinctively I drop my skirt and cover myself.
“Don’t do that. Let me see.”
I’m straddling him, up on my knees, and we lock eyes. “This feels important all of a sudden.”
“It is important. It’s your body,” he rasps, lifting my skirt for me. I let him, my hands rising. “Don’t cover your breasts either, Diana. I like your blouse open like that.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
Wyatt looks at the soft hairs on my mound. “You trim them for me?”
“I always trim them a little, just in case we ever got here.”
He touches me, slipping his finger over the cleft, into my glistening fur. His other hand unzips his pants, and suddenly I’m looking at his trunk for the first time. Wyatt’s cock is beautiful and smooth and so crimson it’s gotta hurt. The head is deep red, skin darker than the shaft by a shade. A few thick veins pulse for me. Wyatt lowers me onto it and I shudder with need.
“We’ve waited long enough,” he groans, locking eyes with me as inch by inch his cock disappears inside of my wet pussy. It doesn’t take long before I wince and he pauses, “Been a while.”
“Been never.”
“What?”
“With someone your size.”
He chuckles, “Oh. Let’s take this slower then.”
My walls are tense and I confess a growing fear, “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to take it all, Wyatt. I mean it.”
He closes his eyes as he throbs just inside me, about three inches deep. “You will.”
“How do you know?”
Because of experience?
Because of other women?
“Because you were made for me,” he groans, pulling out a half-inch and rocking slightly. His bicep stretches as he reaches for my head, and guides me down for a kiss. “Let me help you get your mind off of it. Your body will follow.”
Wyatt slowly rocks his hips as our tongues touch. He opens his mouth more, takes hold of mine, claiming me and molding us in the most sensuous way. I barely notice as he rocks an inch deeper. And another inch just makes me moan. Never does he stop kissing me as my body learns to open wider for him, the tunnel yielding to his girth, sides aching with pleasure more than tinged by pain. Wyatt groans into my mouth, and I sigh, softening further. Letting him lead the way is easy since I trust him so much. I gasp as I’m completely filled, breaking free of his kiss to stare at him.
His smirk tugs one side of his raw mouth up. “That’s my Diana. You can take more than you think.”
“Can’t we all?”
He chuckles, but the smile evaporates as we begin to move. Wyatt is in charge even though I’m on top, my hips guided by his strength as he lifts me up and down on his slippery cock. My blood is pounding inside my pussy, warmth drifting into the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I moan, bending and kissing him between hot moments where I relish how good it feels to fuck.
Finally.
Wyatt winces, “Dammit, you’re so tight.”
“Having trouble holding it?” I tease him, biting his lower lip and releasing it with a snap.
“You’re not the only one who hated waiting. Seriously, baby, you’re so wet, it’s driving me crazy. And your pussy…your greedy, tight little pussy is clamped around my shaft like you’re already cumming.”
“I’m almost there,” I whisper, “That’s why. I’m so close to cumming, Wyatt. Take me there. What are you waiting for.”
“Don’t tempt me.” He tries to continue but stops abruptly. “I don’t know if I can hold this back. Fuck!”
The sight of him this turned on — for me, by me — pushes my pussy over the edge. Warmth spreads everywhere in my body, the summer heat making it more intense. My walls tighten around him as I cry out with pleasure.
Wyatt loses himself in the feeling, and starts thrusting uncontrollably with strong, sure pumps.
We’re panting.
On fire.
Perfect.
He starts to pull out.
I stop him. “It’s safe.”
He locks eyes with me, grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard as his hips go to work, circling and thrusting, cock growing thicker.
But he was right.
I am made for him.
He bursts inside of my throbbing pussy, and roars the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I moan with every dive he takes.
Shuddering I drop onto his chest while we both gasp for air.
“I love you, Diana.”
Shooting up, I lock eyes with him. My reaction makes him smile, and his calloused fingers float up to push sweat-matted hair back from my forehead.
I’m stunned speechless at first because I’ve known I’m in love with him for weeks. No, months. And I’ve never said a word about it. Or even given it away.
Part of me thought I would love him and not have it reciprocated.
Until now.
“I love you, too, Wyatt.”
“I know.”
I smack his chest. “You’re so fucking cocky!”
“So I’ve been told. You finally going to tell me what was in
