“Yes, Wyatt. I love you.”
He withdrew and the next thrust was hard and deep. The feeling of him filling me was beyond what I could have imagined. I felt full, but no pain.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Yes, perfect.” I rocked my hips, still seeking more of him.
“Jesus…Sinclair…” He levered up on his hands and looked down on me, his bangs falling into his face. “I’m not sure I’ll hold out.”
I reached and pushed his hair back, wanting to see his green eyes. “I don’t care. I want to feel you.”
He gave me a quick hard kiss, and then his body moved. In and out. My hips followed his rhythm in perfect synchronization. It was proof that we were meant to be. Each time he slid in, I felt his thickness sizzling along my sensitive walls. It was delicious and frustrating all at the same time. I felt like my insides were coiling tighter and tighter and any minute now I was going to explode.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped. He reached down, pulling my thigh up and opening me to him more. Then he plunged in, and holy moly, my entire world imploded and then blasted into the million stars that were lighting the sky above us.
“Yes, baby…yes… Fuck, you feel so good.” His hips bucked and warmth spread through me, until he collapsed.
I held him to me, trying not to cry. I wasn’t in pain. I didn’t feel regret. My tears were an overwhelming abundance of love for Wyatt. He was everything to me. And now, I was sure we’d be together forever.