“Fucking delicious,” he grins, his beard covered in my wetness.
My face feels hot, just looking at him grinning down at me. He climbs between my legs, and I whimper when I feel his cock slide through my wetness. He doesn’t penetrate me, his hips roll and he glides through my folds hitting my clit with each stroke.
His hands are on either side of my head, his arms straight, his muscles flexed, and his head is tipped while he watches himself move against me. I let out a sigh, wondering how long I’m going to have this beautiful man. Wishing that I could keep him forever.
Chapter Nine
WYATT
I want nothing more than to slip inside of her, to feel her body take me bare, wrapped around me. I curse to myself, sliding my cock through her wetness, imagining how fucking warm she would be if I could sheath myself inside of her. Fuck, I need to talk to her about birth control, about tests and all that fucking shit, because I won’t wrap myself up again after tonight.
She’s mine.
Reluctantly, I shift away from her and reach for my jeans on the floor. She doesn’t speak, she just watches me. I can feel her eyes on me, those blue orbs watching as I reach into my jean’s pocket. I find the condom that I’d shoved in my wallet, just in case, a few days back. I don’t know why I even keep one in here, but two times it’s come in handy with Exeter.
Tearing the foil off with my teeth, I quickly roll it down my dick, then make my way back to the bed. Exeter’s cheeks are flaming bright assed red by the time I reach her.
“What?” I ask, looking down at her.
She’s absolutely breathtaking. Her legs are spread, her pussy glistening with wetness. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had, all soft and round in the right places, tits and ass for days, everything I could ever dream of in a woman.
Exeter shakes her head, but doesn’t say anything, her cheeks still pink with what I assume is embarrassment. Reaching between her legs, I use my finger and slide it through her slick folds before swirling her clit. I watch her eyelids become hooded and her mouth parts slightly from the touch.
“Beautiful,” I whisper.
Lowering my head, I open my lips and wrap them around her nipple. Keeping my eyes focused on hers, I lick, suck and nibble her, while my other hand reaches for her other breast. Pinching her nipple on one breast, I tug with my teeth on the other.
My eyes never leave hers, watching as she slowly relaxes and the redness leaves her cheeks, replaced with a gorgeous needy flush. Her hips lift, searching for more, for my cock. I don’t give her what she wants, not yet at least. She’ll have to wait for it, until she’s close to exploding.
I switch my attention, my hand moving to her now wet nipple, and my mouth kissing over to the one that I’ve been toying with. She moans, lifting her hips, rolling them and letting out a sigh of frustration when I don’t give her what she wants.
Exeter spreads her legs a little farther, instinctually bracing her feet on her mattress as she continues to move her hips, taunting me with each shift. Releasing her tits, I slowly kiss up her chest, my lips finding her neck and sucking on the delicate skin there.
“Wyatt,” she groans as she lifts one hand to my hair.
Her fingers tangle in the strands and tug, causing my own moan to escape. My mouth finds its way to just below her ear and my cock to her wetness. I curse the condom when I shift my hips and glide through her folds.
“Yes,” she hisses on a sigh.
Shifting my hips, I decide to put us both out of our misery. The head of my dick presses against her slit, my hands braced on each side of her head, I push up so that my arms are straight and I can look down into her blue eyes.
Slowly, I sink inside of her, watching her lips part in awe with each inch I sink into her tight heat until I’m fully enveloped inside of her warm cunt. I stay there, buried inside of her, my eyes on hers, and hers on mine. I can’t move, I can’t fucking breathe.
She’s mine.
Her hands slide up my arms until they find the back of my neck, then she gently tugs my chest down. “I want your weight against me,” she whispers so softly that I almost don’t hear her.
For the first time in fifteen years, I make love to a woman. I don’t just have sex with her, and I don’t angry fuck her. I make fucking love. Slowly pulling out of her, I sink back inside. Taking my time, I build the heat between us, relishing in the way she meets my hips with each thrust.
Sucking just below her ear, I grind my pelvis against her clit, hoping to bring her to a second release, wanting nothing more than to feel her cunt flutter around me. Sliding one of my hands around the back of her knee, I hike it up higher around my waist, groaning when I sink just a little bit deeper inside of her.
Her breath comes out in pants, matching my thrusts and my own breathing. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies, it’s sexy as fuck. I roll my hips, making sure that I hit her clit, again and again, never stopping the rhythm, enjoying the way her breathing speeds up, coming out labored, knowing that she’s climbing higher and higher with each thrust.
Exeter’s fingers tighten even more in my hair, and then she lets out a cry as her back arches and her cunt tightens. My back tingles and my balls draw up, my release so fucking close. She wraps her arms around me tighter, pulling my weight even more against her.
My hips don’t stop, I slam against her, fucking her as hard as I can from my position until I finally find my climax, my release spilling into the tip of the condom. I stay planted deep inside of her, unwilling to move even an inch as I slowly continue to glide in and out of her soft body.
“Wyatt,” she whispers on a shuddered breath.
I hum against her ear, my sweat soaked body pressed tightly to hers, unable to move away from her. Her legs lift, wrapping tighter and higher around my waist. I grunt, feeling her squeeze my cock when she holds me against her body.
“Can I keep you?” she asks.
Lifting my head, I look down into her face. Her lips have a sweet lazy smile playing on them. Her eyes are hooded and the blue so vibrant that it takes my breath away.
“Fuck yeah, sugar. You’re mine,” I tell her, putting it out there. She is just that, and I’ll be damned if she thinks she’s going fucking anywhere but my bed.
Regretfully, I pull out of her heat, rolling off of the bed. Walking to the bathroom, I take care of the condom then make my way back to her. She’s got the sheets pulled up her chest, covering her beautiful body and I find that I don’t like it. Reaching out, I fist the top sheet in my hand, tugging it off of her and tossing it away.
“Like lookin’ at you,” I grin, climbing back into the bed.
She turns to face me, her eyes searching my own. I don’t know what she’s always looking for behind my eyes, but whatever it is, she hasn’t found it yet, she keeps searching. I’ll let her too, whatever she needs to reassure her that I have her exactly where I want her, and I’m where I want to be as well.
Exeter lifts her hand, cupping my cheek then runs her fingers through my beard, gently scratching the skin beneath. I let out a grunt, enjoying the way it feels.
“Need to talk to you,” I murmur. Her movements freeze, and she holds her breath.
I don’t drag out the conversation, it’s one I don’t want to really have anyway. “About birth control, and tests. I can get down to the clinic this week after work one day, get tested and shit. Hoping you can too?”