Page 83 of Making the Save

I shook my head. “I don’t know… I don’t know how.”

“Yes, you do. Just like in the shower against my tongue. Just like the hot springs against my dick. You want to do that now, only with my cock”

I pushed my hips into his and he groaned like I was killing him. But killing him just the way he liked. Yes, I understood now. I could embrace it, instead of just accepting it. I could push back and take even more if I wanted. I reached for and grabbed his hard ass, digging my fingers into the muscles there. Pulling him in closer.

“Yes,” he barked. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”

It was glorious. Like writing a song. Like writing the best song there ever was. He was pumping into me deep and hard and I matched him thrust for thrust. The pullout bed was shaking and we were making animal sounds and clutching at each other like the world was coming apart. It was violent and awesome.

He sucked on my neck and whispered in my ear. “This is what it means to be fucked hard. You like it?”

I could only nod.

“You think you like it a little rough?” He compounded that with a particularly hard thrust that made my whole body shake.

I nodded again.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

I couldn’t. I was so deep inside my body. Inside this pleasure. I didn’t think I would ever return.

“Syd, now.”

I blinked open my eyes and met his gaze. His face, his beard, his body was all on top of me, inside me. I clung to his shoulders for dear life.

“Say my name,” Wyatt demanded.

“Wyatt.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m the man who gave you your…First. Proper. Fuck.”

Each word was met with a slam of his hips. That spot inside me exploded again and this time he was with me. Groaning and cursing. The veins in his neck bulging. I held him as tightly as I could as the pleasure rolled over both of us like a tidal wave.

When we caught our breath and could move again, he gently slid out of me and, for the first time, I had a pinch of pain. He rolled off the bed and walked back toward the bathroom. I watched the flex and release of his tight firm ass, and admired the red marks my fingers had made on it.

That’s my ass.

As soon as I had the thought, I laughed at myself and fell back on the bed utterly and thoroughly wrecked.

Happier than I’d ever been in my life.

“Here,” he said, and slid a cool wet cloth between my legs.

“Mmmm, that feels wonderful.” I was hot and a little sore.

He tossed the cloth aside and I felt the bed dip as he sat next to me. “Syd, look at me.”

I shook my head. I was way too blissed out to come back to reality.

He nudged my thigh with his hand.

“Look at me.”

I opened one. “You know, you’re awfully bossy.”

“Yep. You okay?”

“I’m great. That was flippin’ awesome. When can we do it again? Like an hour?”