Page 82 of Making the Save

“What do you want?” he asked, licking me again. “What do you need?”

I didn’t have the words for this. So I went with my gut. “You,” I said. “I need you.”

He brought his body down against me like he couldn’t help himself anymore. Like he was barely holding on and his desire made mine hotter. He sucked my nipple again, tweaked the other and I felt the clutching emptiness between my legs. I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm and I hugged his head to me.

“I could come like this,” I whispered. My eyes still shut.

“Yeah, just from playing with your tits?” he breathed and I felt him looking at me. I wanted to open my eyes to see him, but I didn’t want to let go of this floating feeling. “That’s so fucking hot.” He left my breasts and made his way down my stomach,taking the time to touch each rib with his finger, tracing it all the way to my back.

“Why did you stop?” I gasped.

“Need you on the verge, baby. So ready and so wet there won’t be any pain.”

His tongue dipped into my belly button as he slipped his hands into my shorts and slid them down my legs. I rolled my hips again.

This is why people wanted to be held down or tied up during sex, I realized. You had to put all this faith in a person while you were helpless. It’s what I was giving Wyatt now. All my trust and all my faith he was going to make this good for me. That he was going to take care of me. Not just my body butme.

“Are you going to do what you did in the shower?” I whispered.

“Lick your pussy?” he asked darkly. “Yeah, babe. Remember, eyes closed.”

He knew I wanted to look.

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned when his tongue hit my wet clit.

It was devastating. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I wanted more. Everything. I was empty and I needed him to fill me. I felt his finger slide inside me, then another. There was a stretching, but nothing about it was uncomfortable, because all I could feel was his tongue back on my clit. Long sweeping licks, a swirl around my clit. He must have added another finger between my legs, because I was so full. Showing me what actual sex was going to feel like. Only bigger and more powerful because it would be Wyatt’s body inside me, on top of me.

“Wyatt, now. I’m ready. Please.”

“Not yet,” he said. “I want you to feel this.”

His middle finger pushed some secret place inside me, making me cry out with sheer beautiful pleasure. “What is that?”

“That’s the G spot, which really is just the other side of your clit. Now, you need strong fingers to hit that hard. Lucky for you, I hold a hockey stick for a living. Hold on, baby. This is going to be intense.”

It so was. He made his circular motion against what could only be described as the epicenter of the universe. I was imploding. Every muscle in my body contracted and released and the feeling was too much. I saw white spots behind my eyes and wondered if someone could die from this much pleasure. Was I screaming? I’d never heard myself make those sounds.

“Stay here for me baby, I’m getting a condom,” he said, between long kisses.

I nodded and there was nothing but cold air where his body had been. But he was back before I caught my breath. My eyes were still closed. All the muscles in my body were pudding. Even my eyelids.

I heard the tear of the wrapper and his body was back over me. The warm living weighted blanket that was Wyatt. I sighed and curled my arms around his neck. His thighs pushed mine further apart. There was no time to think, no time to thank him for that beautiful dark, rich pleasure.

He was kissing me, deep kisses. Did I say the laughing kisses were my favorite? What a fool. These were my favorite. Post-orgasm, intense, drugging kisses. Movie kisses. Fairy tale kisses.

“Ready?” he asked, and I nodded. He eased forward inside of me and it was already a million times better than the other day. There was that stretch, yes, but no sting. No pain. Just this unbelievable fullness. I felt him everywhere. This was Wyatt pushing inside of me. Wyatt whispering in my ear. Telling me I was beautiful. That I was doing so good.

It didn’t happen fast. Wyatt controlled everything. He thrust deeper and pulled back, deeper again. Another retreat. At some point, I didn’t think I could take anymore, but he was relentless.

“That’s it baby, you’re taking me so deep. So good.”

“Is it…are you in?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine any more of him. I was so full it was hard to breath.

“Yeah I am.” He took my hand and put it between our bodies so I could feel the taut skin of my pussy around his cock. “Feel that?”

“Yes,” I whispered. My fingers slipping over his skin and mine. We were so wet. So hot.

“That’s us,” he said, and hissed when my fingers slipped down and cupped his balls. I’d never touched balls before. He pulled my hand away. “You can play later. Now start fuckingwithme.”