Wyatt’s tongue eased into her swollen pussy before returning to her backdoor.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. It was complete ecstasy. Jason in her mouth. Wyatt fucking her with his tongue slowly and gently. They each took their time. Their hands massaged and caressed her. Each was careful to only dole out thrusts of gentle pleasure.
She heard Wyatt’s grunts and realized he was fisting himself while giving her pleasure.
The orgasms cinched them like dominos. Kayla felt hers ripple through her as Wyatt pumped faster. She exploded around him, squeezing his tongue with all her power.
“Fuck, baby.” He moved, slicing his cock between her folds, careful not to penetrate her pussy as his come exploded from his body. At the same time Jason pulled back and covered her tits in his release. He emptied himself on her, panting. His brow dripped with sweat.
Kayla’s eyes closed. She felt sated. Soothed.
“How do you feel now?” Jason asked.
“Can we do that again?” She looked at them.
They both laughed, trying to catch their breath. “After breakfast, love.”
Jason got a towel for her and a new robe. Once she was cleaned off, Wyatt returned her to the kitchen table.
He leaned toward her ear and whispered, “You are insatiable.”
She smiled and took a bite of her pancakes, letting the moment of triumph wash over her.
Twenty-Seven
Kayla
“You know I’m sorry Jason’s not the one on the walk with you.”
Kayla looked up at Wyatt as they hiked through rows of grapes. “Why do you say that?”
“He knows all this shit. I’m the silent partner in the vineyard.”
She laughed. “I like walking. I don’t have to know everything about the estate.”
“Good.” He threaded his fingers through hers. He had warm strong hands. She leaned her head against the bottom of his shoulder.
“But you could tell me some other things,” she answered cautiously.
“Like what?”
She twisted her lips together. “I want to know more about you. I feel like Jason is an open book. He’s told me all about his parents, the divorce, all the college stories, but you. You.” She gazed into his eyes. “You’re a guarded mystery, Wyatt.”
“And that bothers you?”
“I already feel closer to you than I thought possible, but I want to know you. The real you.”
He stopped walking. They had reached the top of a hill. They could see the house behind them. Jason had been caught up in a stockholder problem, he had offered to handle for Wyatt.
“It’s not easy for me. I’m not like Jason.”
She pressed her hands on his arm. “And I love that about you. You two are so different. You give me everything I could ever want. I see that. I feel it.”
“And that’s not enough?”
“It’s enough. More than enough. Last night, Wyatt…”
He pulled her roughly toward him. “You don’t have to say anything.”