“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.
“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.