He watched my face as he asked this.
“I don’t know,” I told him honestly.
He nodded then said, “I hope you don’t.”
I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. I undressed him and he let me, watching me with the same heat that made my skin feel fevered.
When I was done, I pushed him back into his seat. I made space for myself between his knees then knelt there.
He was so hard it felt like I hard to force the length away from his skin.
He hissed when I gripped the jutting tool, eyes closing briefly before shining on me again. He was too thick to wrap my fingers around fully. His hips jerked, coming off the chair before settling back down.
He looked down at me with desire-laden eyes. He demanded nothing, only watching to see what I would do next.
I nuzzled him. He smelled warm, musky and clean. Then I licked a path from the root of him to the tip. I moaned softly at the hot, slightly salty taste of him. I licked my lips and made a sound of appreciation at the taste of him there. I went back to him eagerly and closed my lips around his head. I was looking up at him and saw his pupils dilate as his thighs tensed under my actions.
His fingers tangled in my hair and he bucked into my mouth, force feeding himself into my throat.
I gagged, an automatic reaction and he immediately subdued his motions.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control like that.”
I pulled away and holding his gaze, I told him, “Take what you need, Wyatt. I can handle it.”
With my permission, he slid deep inside and together we built a rhythm that made him shudder. I remembered how he liked to be pleasured and pulled out all the stops. My muscles adjusted to the
invasion after being so long unused and he slid neatly into my throat with every upward push of his hips.
He reacted to my every action, his control in pieces. Knowing I did this him gave me a heady feeling of power that shot straight to the center of me. Wetness made between my legs slippery and I could feel the lips guarding my center rub against each other as I squirmed with the sweet agony.
“Stop, baby, please. I don’t want to come this way. I want inside you. Please, Hailey.”
With the taste of him thick on my tongue, I got up and got into his lap. My thighs were on either side of his, feet on the floor. Cupping his face in mine, I got close until only a whisper of air separated our lips.
“Make love to me. Please,” I pleaded, my heart close to the surface and my lips sharing more than I meant to say.
All that was supposed to exist between us was sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
This time though, I wanted the physical connection to be more than that. I needed him emotionally, I was finally ready to admit it out loud.
He let out a harsh breath and looking into his eyes was like watching walls drop. It was like looking into my own soul and I knew I had been so stupid I running away from him before.
“You have no idea how bad I want to love you,” he said.
He reached down between us and took his cock. He positioned it so that his cap was lined with my center. I let my weight settle on him and gravity took care of the rest.
“Ohhh,” I moaned as I slid down on him.
How could I have thought that I could live without this? Without him?
He conquered every part of me as we became joined as intimately as two people could be joined. Every nerve ending in my body became stimulated and burned for him. I was stuffed to bursting with him and it was the most delicious pain.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he groaned.
I bounced on him, my motions growing increasingly fast and hard in no time. He aided me with his hands on my ass and his hips meeting mine halfway. He leaned down to capture my nipple in his mouth.
One hand snaked between us and stroked my clit.