“Oh, God.” His dick begins to spasm, and his grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain. All it does is give me the encouragement I need to work harder and faster.
“Stop.” He huffs, panting for breath as he withdraws from my mouth with a pop. “Not like this.”
My face crumples. “I don’t understand… I thought you were enjoying it.”
Chest heaving, he bends to grip my chin in one hand. “I enjoyed it immensely,” he says, followed by a soft chuckle. “I don’t want to wait to be inside you, Whitney.”
I pull in my lips and nod, my faltering confidence restored. “Well, all right then… Your move,” I whisper, trailing my fingertips over his scruffy jaw.
His answering grin is predatorial and gets my adrenaline pumping. “Lay back.”
I do, scooting myself until my head rests on his pillow.
I crane my neck to watch as he crawls in from the foot of the bed, only stopping when his face is hovering above my sex. When he hooks his fingers into the band of my leggings and moves to lower them, my heart becomes a jackhammer in my chest, echoing in my ears, pulsing in my throat, effectively drowning out any and all thought but here and now.
“Don’t,” I gasp when I realize his intent, suddenly becoming self-conscious. But the whispered plea lacks any conviction, my wanton desires swiftly overtaking any semblance of modesty.
“Just a little taste,” he says, spreading my knees apart and dipping his head between my thighs. He runs his tongue over my throbbing pussy, the lace of my panties only adding to the friction. The heat of his breath in my most intimate areas has me damn near convulsing as he blazes a path higher and higher. He presses a slow kiss just below my navel before gripping the elastic in his teeth and dragging the lace the length of my leg, flinging it to the floor.
I nearly jump clean out of my skin at the first swipe of his tongue over my bare flesh. And when he begins flicking it back and forth over my clit, the heavens explode behind my eyes.
“Wyatt, I’m gonna come,” I warn, only serving to incite the man.
“Touch yourself,” he mumbles with a mouth full of me. He stretches one arm toward my chest, covering the hand that rests on my breast with his own. While still lapping at the throbbing bud, he takes my finger with his and begins stroking over my pebbled nipple. “Just like that,” he croons when I lose all inhibitions and give in to his demand, tweaking the firm peaks while grinding into his face. Within seconds I come apart on his tongue. Tremor after tremor rocks through my core while he keeps at it, draining every ounce of pleasure from my body.
“That was just a prequel,” he says with a wink, reaching for the drawer on his nightstand. I watch with rapt attention as he retrieves a foil packet while still licking my release from his glistening lips. “Do you want to put it on?”
“Umm. I’m not sure I know how.” I brace myself on my elbows. “No one’s ever offered before.”
“It’s not hard,” he says, and I snort, staring at the massive erection pointing right at me.
He shakes his head. “That’s definitely hard.”
“I’ll say.”
“You just roll it on.” He tosses the little packet at me. “I want you to know you’re protected.”
Of all the things he might have said in this moment, I don’t think anything else could have possibly meant more. This man shows me his heart in a million ways each and every day. “Okay,” I say, climbing to my knees. “You ready?”
He grunts. “Don’t I look it?”
“Yes,” I confirm, my eyes widening as I get a closer look. “Yes, you do.” Still nodding, I rip the foil open, careful not to damage the condom. “Here I go.”
His dick bobs lightly with the soft rumble emerging from his chest.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Yes,” he deadpans, watching as I hesitate just above the head of his penis. “Here,” he says guiding my hand with his own along his shaft. “Rolls on just like that.” Each word becomes more strained as he hardens further beneath my touch.
“That was easy enough.” I grab the wrapper from the bed. “Where should I put this?”
“I don’t fucking care.” With a throaty growl, he hooks an arm around my back, flopping us both onto the mattress.
“I’ll just pick that up when we’re through,” I say, unsure of where it ended up. “Ohh,” I groan when his lips smash against mine.
Someone’s in no mood for conversation.
“I can’t wait any longer.” There’s an entirely unnecessary apology in his tone.
“Then don’t.” I lift my head to nip at his jaw while he seats himself at my entrance. It takes a herculean effort not to elevate my hips and force him inside.
Wyatt props himself on his forearms, stroking my hair while staring directly into my eyes, nudging inside just a fraction of an inch. He stills, his body trembling over me while I relish the feel of his warm skin on my skin—of his heartbeat drumming in time with my own.
“Here’s to forever, Whit.”
As he pushes forward, my nails score his back, breaking the skin on his shoulder blades. “Wyatt,” I whimper at the full feeling of having him sheathed inside me. My pussy begins to pulse around him, and I can scarcely draw breath I’m so caught up in the overwhelming sensation of being so connected to this man.
Then he starts to move—rocking in and out of my body at a deliciously slow pace. It’s a gift in the most exquisite form of torture.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, his eyes wild with desire. “So right.”
I grip two hands full of his hair, lowering his lips to mine. His tongue plunges in and out of my mouth while his hand sneaks between us, gripping my breast.
“So perfect,” he rasps.
My head whips side to side when Wyatt moves lower, sucking one pert nipple into his mouth. Then he moves to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.
My mounting climax continues to build, and my body starts to quake. The occasional spasm shocks my core, squeezing his shaft.
“Now,” I cry out as my walls clench tightly around his cock. “I’m gonna—oh God!”
His entire body locks up while waves of pleasure ricochet between us.
Forever feels like freefalling straight off a cliff, all the while knowing there’ll always be someone at the bottom to break my fall.
That someone is him.
“Hello future father of mine.”
The corners of my mouth give a little tug as I set down my drill and rotate my body toward the chapel entrance, where I see Prissy twirling a blue Tootsie Pop in her mouth.
“What’s up, Miss Priss?” At Whitney’s request, I don’t encourage this father business. I just don’t exactly discourage it either.
“I’m bored.” She plants herself on the top step of the brand-new altar. “How much you got left? Looks like you’re almost done in here.”
“Just gotta finish installing these windows and do a few touch-ups, then she’s good to go.” I wipe my hands off on my jeans before taking a swig from my bottle of water.
She pouts. “What are you gonna do when you’re done?”