Page 110 of Wyatt

Because she’s trying to kill me, Sally nuzzles her face against my throat and kisses me there as I carry her to my room. Electricity bolts through my skin, blood rushing to my dick, and I’m already hard by the time I set Sally down just inside the door.

I turn on the bedside lamp. Turn down the covers. I make quick work of lighting a fire in the fireplace. One of the benefits of having a house as old as this one is the multiple chimneys that kept the rooms warm before central heating was a thing.

Once the flames get high, I turn off the lamp. The fire fills the room with low, soft light and the sound of crackling wood.

Sally waits by the door. Her eyes have this funny look in them as she watches me approach.

“You okay?” I ask.

The fire snaps.

She swallows. “This is so perfect. Everything about this night has been perfect, Wyatt, and it’s…overwhelming. In the best, most beautiful way.”

I slip my hands inside her shirt, her belly caving at my touch. Her skin is impossibly soft. I lean in and kiss her mouth.

You’re the one overwhelming me.

Sally rises onto her tiptoes to kiss me back. Her hands find the hair at the nape of my neck as my tongue finds the seam of her lips. I open her, my heart thundering at the needy little moan that sounds in the back of her throat.

My dick feels heavy. My skin is tight. I slide my hands up, my thumbs finding the swell of her breasts. She moans again when I feather my thumbs over her nipples, drawing them to sweet little peaks against the lace of her bra, which I unhook with one hand.

“Arms up, Sunshine. That’s a good girl. Look how well you listen.”

I guide her shirt over her head and slip the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Looking down, I take her tits in my hands and marvel at her naked beauty. The fire paints her skin in shades of red, auburn, gold. I gently press a finger to the dark freckle just above her left nipple.

When I meet her eyes, I see that they’re heavy-lidded. Alive with desire.

“Beautiful.” It’s all I can manage. A single word.

Her lips curl into a hazy smile. “That’s how you make me feel, Wyatt.” She cups my cheek in her hand. “Beautiful.”

My briefs dampen. I’m leaking.

I’m in love.

Then I’m kissing her, and she’s unbuttoning my shirt while I unbutton her jeans. I use the bulk of my body to start backing her toward the bed, my thoughts ringing with disbelief that this is actually happening.

Sally is about to be in my bed.

I get to have her all night. All morning.

I get to love her the way I’ve always wanted to love her.

I’m rock hard between my legs, but there’s this achy tenderness in my chest as I help Sally out of her jeans and panties. The contrast is a mindfuck.

It makes me feel wild, a little shaky even.

Ordinarily, I’d shut this shit down. Bury these feelings and fuck this girl like the mindless animal I am.

Only with Sally, I’m able to be a whole human being. I can be the flirt, the good friend, and an even better boyfriend, but I can also be the man who’s grieving. Who’s hurt. The man who wants to do the right thing, but doesn’t know how.

It’s liberating. I don’t have to hold back or hide because I know Sally isn’t going anywhere.

She’s staying. For tonight at least.

In the light of the fire she looks like a goddess, all curves and flawless skin.

I curse when I see that she’s shaved her pussy again. She looks so small there, so vulnerable.