His hips start to move more and more forcefully against the curve of my ass, one big warm hand kneads my breast, his fingers plucking at my nipple, the other hand gripping my pussy harder as he begins to explore my folds.
Hot liquid desire starts to pour out of me, my clit pulsing with every stroke of his thumb in perfect sync with the throbs of his hard erection as drop after drop of his pre-cum leaks on my skin.
I gasp his name and Wyatt grunts mine sexily as he rubs himself lower, his cock slipping between my wet thighs and sliding back and forth through my ever-swelling lips, the large, blunt tip meeting his fingers against my clit with every rock of his hips.
This feels so, so good. I want to slow time and accelerate it in the same breath.
I twist to look back at him, needing to see the beloved face I’ve missed so long.
Our eyes meet and hold immediately without me having to say the words and he slowly smiles at me, looking impossibly handsome and so happy my heart squeezes.
The things he told me about yesterday, all the pain, all the fear, all the loneliness, there’s no longer a trace of them in his eyes, but the fact that he had to go through them without me by his side makes me choke in grief, I can’t process the disappointment I feel right now, not yet.
At this moment, I just want to enjoy the fact that we found our way to each other. I want to focus on today and tomorrow and on making my man happy for the rest of our lives.
He stops thrusting as our lips meet in a long, passionate kiss that ends too soon and leaves us both breathless.
I feel my world spin around me and it’s only when I open my eyes again that I realize he rolled us over and I’m now on my back with his large frame towering over me, his broad chest grazing my naked breasts as one of his hands once more sneaks between us and begins to strum my clit again in fast, maddening little circles that make my hips jump off the mattress.
My foggy gaze glides up and down his body as I study his strong, muscular torso, his mouth-watering six-pack, and then my eyes fall lower to the dark trail that merges with the hair at his base. The sight of his hard length, of the wide head dripping pre-cum nearly makes me come as the pulse between my legs becomes unbearable.
He was big five years ago, big and strong and muscular, but I was right yesterday: he must have gone bigger, grown even stronger with the pain and the energy and discipline he put into his healing.
My eyes grow teary again as they sweep all over his skin one more time and the map of faint scars covering several spots of his body starts to tell me a story that makes me want to crawl into his heart, hold him tight, thank all the powers in the universe that he’s safe and never —never— let him go.
His lips come down on mine for another kiss and I moan into his mouth, my fingers digging in the taut skin of his sinewy hips as I try to bring him even closer, but I know that there’s never gonna be a ‘close’ that’s close enough between us, not even if I could merge our souls together, I would be truly done with this.
Wyatt starts to thrust over me, his huge glistening erection trapped between our lower bodies poking against my mound as his fingers continue to drive me insane, one strumming my clit, and the other dipping inside of me and making me gasp in pleasure and need.
“Fuck, you feel fucking amazing on my fingers, babydoll. So wet and tight. Just the thought of how good your pussy’s gonna feel around my cock makes me wanna cum so hard.”
His words make me blush to the roots of my hair as they thunder through me and they are enough to make me go off, but no pleasure can satisfy my need for him unless we are one. I need him. I need him so much it’s crazy.
“Oh, God, Wyatt!”
I feel one of his long rough fingers sink past my slit and I moan his name again.
“Fuck, Kenna, you’re soaking wet for me, it fucking drives me insane that you want this, me, as much as I want you.”
“I do! God, I really, really do!” I mumble, my hips rocking against him.
He pulls his finger out and brings his hand to his nose, breathing into my essence and making my soul shake.
The sight of my own arousal shining on his fingertips makes my pussy grow even wetter, but it’s nothing to what his hungry groan does to me as he pushes that finger pasts his lips, tasting me, his cock giving a hard jerk against my belly.
“Fuck, your cunt’s so fucking sugary! Just your flavor could make me cum,” he grunts. ‘But I’ve got plans for this load, babydoll.”
My pussy tightens at his words and at what he’s implying.
I take a breath to tell him how much I need him inside of me when his mouth captures mine again and I feel my face go up in flames when I get hints of my own secret taste on his lips and tongue.
I need to be closer, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
I slip one hand between us, my fingers trying and failing to wrap around his thick erection. I manage to partially fist the slick length and give it a pump and Wyatt curses, breaking our kiss and growling my name.
“You gonna fucking kill me like this, Kenna.”
“Good, you spent the entire night killing me, it’s only fair…”
He chuckles, but it turns into a moan when I start to rub up and down his cock, my fingers growing wet from his pre-cum as his erection jolts and rears back in my hold.
His large hand comes down on mine and stops my movements.
“That’s enough, love! You gonna fucking make me blow if you tease me like this and right now there’s only a place where my cum’s supposed to go, and that’s inside your pretty pink pussy so we can make our baby. You want that, don’t you, Kenna?”
I nod fervently. “Yes, yes, I do. I want everything, Wyatt. Everything that comes from you, everything that’s ours.”
“Me too, Kenna. Me too.”
We kiss again, hard and Wyatt starts to thrust his cock between my pussy lips anew, coating himself in my cream.
I feel the large hot tip of his erection dip lower and my pussy starts to contract on emptiness as my need for him becomes more desperate.
“Tell me you’re not too sore to go again, babydoll. I need to be inside you more than I need to breathe,” he hisses.
“I’m not, I’m not… please get inside of me,” I blurt out, I don’t care if I am sore, I don’t want us to be apart any longer.
I feel one of his hands move down my belly, he grips his length in a punishing hold and then between one breath and the next, he’s pushing inside of me all the way, not stopping until we’re both screaming and his balls are slapping my bottom as we find our rhythm, my thighs opening further around his waist as he crouches over me, trying to overcome our height difference.
I feel my mind splinter and my heart race as my body accepts his invasion, the feel of him stretching me as he sinks into my heat, making me gasp for air as the hard ridges of his big cock stroke my walls on every thrust.
A moan rips from my throat when I feel the tickle of his beard against my chest as he brings me higher over his body with every thrust, his hips picking up speed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so tight, you feel so good, Kenna,” he groans against my skin; his gritty baritone rumbling through his chest and my own and adding another dimension to the pleasure I feel at being this close to my man.