His kiss was soft and sweet, his hand lightly stroking my back. “I used to dream of this too. Of holding you again.” He lifted his head and looked down at me. “I promised I’d keep my hands to myself, but I’d do anything to touch you, Sinclair.”
I nodded, and kissed him again. He let out a groan and then scooped me up into his arms. He kissed me hard, and then carried me into the suite. Still holding me, he climbed on the bed. He was on his knees as he set me down on my knees facing him.
“This time it will be slow,” he said as he unzipped my dress.
“What if I want fast?”
He grinned. “Next time.” He pushed my dress from my shoulders, cascading kisses over my skin and making me shudder.
I undid the buttons of his shirt, leaning in to kiss his chest as I exposed it.
“Yes, touch me, Sinclair,” he said, holding my head to him.
I pushed his shirt off and ran my hands over him. “How do you want me to touch you? I want to make you feel good.”
He cradled my face. “You do, baby. Every time.” He leaned over and kissed me, slow, thorough, and my heart expanded in my chest at the emotion I felt from him.
We finished undressing, facing each other naked, still on our knees. His dick was long and hard, pointing straight up. I had an urge to kiss the soft, velvety tip. I’d never done that before, but after what he did to me on his kitchen table, I wanted to do the same for him.
I looked up at him. “Do you like blow jobs?”
He let out a frustrated growl. “Every man likes blow jobs.”
I began to lean down, but he stopped me. “Next time.”
“You said fast next time,” I argued.
“The time after that then.” He sat back on his heels, pulling me onto him to straddle his thighs. “This time I want to be inside you, Sinclair.”
It was hard to argue with that. I ran my hands over his shoulders and then leaned in to kiss him. We kissed for a long time, my pussy rubbing over his dick until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shifted, adjusting so his dick settled at my opening.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked at me. Our gazes locked and I slowly took him inside me. His eyes held passion and desire, but also emotion that scared me.
When he was completely seeped inside me, he once again cradled my face. He looked like he might say something, but instead he kissed me. His hands moved to my breasts, cupping and kneading them. He pinched my nipples, and I gasped as it sent spasms to my pussy.
He groaned and pulled away from the kiss, lifting one of my breasts to his lips. He licked my nipple and blew lightly, making it pucker and tighten.
“Wyatt.”
“You’re amazing. So, fucking amazing,” he said as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, and again my core clenched around him. I started rocking, needing to feel him move in me, against me.
“Oh God… I need…” I gripped his shoulders and started to ride.
“Take what you need.” His eyes watched me as I rode him, up and down, back and forth. I swore I could feel him growing inside me, his cock pulsating as I took him deep, deeper. “Come, Sinclair. I want to watch you come.”
Having him watch made me embarrassed even as it turned me on. His thumb rubbed against my clit and any thought one way or the other shot out of my brain. All that existed was me and Wyatt. His cock sending delicious sensations through my body. His thumb on my clit, cranking the pleasure up and up.
“Yes…oh God… Yes…”
“Fuck me, Sinclair. Fuck me hard.” His harsh dirty words turned up the erotic fire burning in my pussy. “Come on, baby.”
I threw my head back as pleasure speared hard and fast in my pussy and radiated out like a sonic boom through my body.
“Yes…come on my cock… God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I bounced over him, riding out my pleasure like a wild woman, until completely spent, I sagged on him, my breath bellowing in and out of my lungs.
“You didn’t come.” I managed.