“Next time.”
23
Wyatt
Watching Sinclair chase her pleasure and burst through, succumbing to it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Sure, it wasn’t the first time I’d made her come, but this time I really watched. I noted every nuance of her face as she reached for and found bliss. As she hit the mark, I wanted to tell her I loved her. That I’d always loved her. That I always would love her. And her daughter too. We could
have the family we planned.
But I was smart enough to know that while Sinclair might be giving me her body, she wasn’t giving me her heart. I wanted all of her. Her heart. Her soul. So, I kept my mouth shut as she came down from her orgasm.
“How many next times are there going to be?” she asked.
“Let’s find out.” I wrapped my arm around her and lowered her back on the bed. My cock was so fucking hard, it was a wonder it didn’t explode. But this was going to be a night to remember. Fake or not, we were on our honeymoon. I’d make it mean something.
I settled over her, taking her hands in mine and bringing them over her head. I dipped down to kiss her, pouring the love I wanted to express in words into the kiss instead.
Her fingers gripped mine and she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her pussy contracted on my cock, making me growl in frustration. I was determined to take my time. To bring her up again and then come with her.
“Do you feel my cock?” I whispered as I gently bit her ear. I hoped a little erotic pillow talk would speed up her re-ascent toward orgasm.
“Yes. It’s pulsing inside me.”
“He’s so fucking hard for you.”
She moaned and arched, her tits pushing up like an offering. An offering I took. I leaned over, sucking one into my mouth. Each time I sucked; her pussy squeezed my dick. It was getting harder and harder not to start pounding away.
“I want to feel you come in me, Wyatt.”
Crap, she was using dirty talk to get me going except I was already there. I could feel my orgasm shimmering around the edges.
“You need to take me over, baby. Your pussy is so sweet when it comes.”
She squeezed my hands and moaned again as her hips rocked. “Wyatt…make me come…”
I lifted my hips, withdrawing from her and then sliding in, slow and controlled.
“Yes. More.” Her hips urged me to pick up the pace, but I kept it slow. In. Out. Sliding in deep and holding there, before withdrawing.
“Please,” she gasped. Her whole body started to rock.
Not wanting to make her suffer, I gave in. I let go and gave free rein to my own need. I clasped her hands tighter and looked down on her as I plunged my dick in her, over and over.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…” I chanted it until the pressure was unbearable.
“Wyatt!” she screamed my name, and her pussy gripped my dick like it was trying to castrate me.
Pleasure rocketed from my cock outward. A blinding light blasted behind my eyes and I roared incoherently as my entire body shook in release. Even as my body gave out, became completely boneless, my cock throbbed and spurted.
I was unable to move for a moment, but then concerned about my weight on her, I released her hands and put my upper body weight on my forearms.
I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon, but that didn’t stop me from kissing her. I had to make this woman mine. Not in some scheme but forever. In my arms was where she needed to be, from this day until the day I died. I was desperate to tell her that, but was too afraid to ruin the gloriousness of this moment.
“Is this what you planned?” she asked, her hands rubbing my back.
“I planned everything but this.”
She cocked a brow like she didn’t believe me.