I Like Being Watched

Fifteen

Fitz

I didn't like being away.

As a creature of habit and comfort, new places, new beds, new sounds and smells, it was all just irritating and off-putting.

I'd been itching to get home.

But I had no idea I would come home to Wynn in my kitchen in a goddamn red sweater dress that was tame by all standards, but managed to hug her curves in just the right ways, baking me what looked like hundreds and hundreds of cookies that were set up all around the counters on drying racks, and belting out a song about wanting someone for Christmas.

It was a gut-punch of feelings watching her as she shimmied her hips and sang as she pulled a baking sheet out of the oven.

I'd lived in this house pretty much my entire life. It never felt quite as much like home as it did with Wynn standing there in my kitchen, making Christmas for me.

I didn't stop to think, to remind myself that I'd decided to play the long game with Wynn since she'd been weirdly skittish since the night of the party.

I'd softened her with the car, I could tell.

And then the way her face lit up when I told her she had full control over decorating? Yeah, I knew I was onto something.

I figured that allowing her to shop and decorate and bake in the house would help her feel less like an employee, and more like someone who had a hand in making a house a home, more like someone who belonged there.

I couldn't claim to know what the future held, but I could say that I'd decided I wanted Wynn in it for as long as it suited us both.

The thing I hadn't anticipated, though, was the almost overwhelming sensation of rightness when she was in my kitchen like she belonged there, like she would always be there.

It was what ripped away what was left of my control, had me abandoning the long game plan, and storming over to her, grabbing her soft body, and sealing my lips to hers.

There was a moment of stunned inaction before her arms lifted, her hands sliding up my arms, curling around the back of my neck, and pressing her body against mine, melding into me as her lips came alive under mine.

Stepping forward, I backed her up against the island, bending her backward as I deepened the kiss. At her moan, my tongue moved inside to tease over hers as my hands slid from their position at her hips, moving upward to the dip of her waist, up her ribs, then resting at the sides of her breasts until she leaned backward from me, allowing my hands to cover her breasts and squeeze.

Desire made her eyes hazy as she looked at me, her breathing getting faster, ragged, as my thumbs teased over her breasts, but was frustrated by the thick material of her dress and her bra.

Wynn's hand reached for mine, grabbing it, sliding it down over her belly, then up the hem of her skirt. My fingertips teased over the soft skin of her inner thighs before Wynn pressed my hand against the thin strip of material between.

"You're wet for me already," I groaned, feeling her damp panties against my fingers as they started to tease over the sensitive flesh with the barrier for a moment.

"Fitz, please," she moaned, wiggling her hips against me, frustrated, and needing more.

"Please what?" I asked, my thumb teasing around her clit through her panties.

"Please fuck me," she demanded, gaze hungry, ravenous.

I didn't have much control after those words left her lips. I'd managed to keep my hands to myself for what felt like an enviable amount of time, given the fact I knew we both wanted it, were dying for more of what we'd just barely started to explore.

My hand moved up, grabbing a hold of her panties, and yanking until I heard the thin material tearing.

Wynn's eyes went molten at that, but they shut as she moaned when my fingers teased up her drenched pussy without the barrier.

I teased over her clit for an agonizing moment before plunging two fingers inside of her, fucking her with them until she was writhing and panting.

"Fitz... please," she cried, hands clawing at my belt, then my button and zipper. "I need you inside me," she added, reaching into my boxers to pull out my straining cock.

"Turn around," I demanded as I reached for my wallet to find a condom, then slipping it on as Wynn followed instructions, turning around, and pressing her hands to the flour sprinkled counter, arching her ass up toward me, inviting me.

On a growl, my hands grabbed her skirt, yanking it up, exposing her perfect, plump little ass.

Moving forward, I kicked her legs a little wider as I slid my thick cock up her cleft for a moment before grabbing her hip, and slamming inside her.