21. Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One
WYATT
As we made our way through the lobby, I prayed no one stopped us. I wanted to feed my girl and then spend all night inside her.
“Wyatt?” my restaurant manager’s voice rang out from behind me.
Fuck. I knew it. It wouldn’t be that easy. I spun toward her, and by the look on her face, it was obvious this was going to be an issue that required me for more than a few minutes.
I passed the food off to Angie, praying she could read my expression. “Why don’t you go ahead up and get yourself some food. Hopefully I won’t be long.”
Her lips turned down into the cutest pout. I was happy to know she was feeling the same way.
“Go ahead.” I tipped my head toward the elevators. “I’ll be right behind you.”
She nodded with a sigh, and once the elevator door closed behind her, I followed Jenny into the restaurant to deal with whatever issue she needed my help with.
Thankfully the issue wasn’t anything time consuming. She needed my approval for an expedited order on a new refrigerator. The restaurant had two in the kitchen, and one of them had failed right before the dinner rush. I’d give my approval for ten refrigerators if it meant it got me upstairs to Angie faster.
I entered the suite and was surprised that Angie was nowhere to be seen. Had she changed her mind? Or was she waiting for me to eat? The food sat on the kitchen island, untouched from what I could tell.
Walking around the front of the island, I found her boots—one, and then a foot away, almost in a line, the other one. Then my gaze locked on her sweater laying another foot down the hallway that led to my bedroom. In fact, I could now make out a line of clothes.
I adjusted myself, my cock now pushing uncomfortably against my pants. I tracked the breadcrumbs of fabric until I got to the last piece, bending to scoop up her silky black panties. Stepping through the doorway, I locked eyes with her. She was curled up under the blankets. Naked. In my bed. Waiting for me.
I fought the ironic laugh that threatened to bubble up. I’d always taken these moments so casually, and now I was nervous as fuck. Ironic wasn’t a strong enough word to explain it.
I held her stare as I brought the black fabric up to my nose, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “Did you decide you wanted to work up a sweat first and then eat?”
A smirk lifted her lips. “I decided I couldn’t wait any longer to feel you inside me.”
My whole body came alive at her words, and I hastily removed my tie, undoing the buttons of my shirt before discarding that just as rapidly.
I moved quickly to the side of the bed and tipped my chin toward her. “Take the covers off.” I had no intention of letting her hide her gorgeous body from me. I would spend forever worshipping it if that was what she needed to see how sexy and beautiful she was.
She fiddled with the hem of the blankets, and I unbuttoned my pants, waiting for her to show me the body I’d been fantasizing about.
“Baby, let me see you.” I tugged slightly on the edge. “I love your body. Let me show you how fucking gorgeous you are.”
She smiled hesitantly but slowly peeled the covers back. Almost immediately, she crossed her arms over her stomach.
“Come here.” I beckoned her toward me with my finger.
“Wyatt.” She looked down at the sheets. “I’m not—I mean… I know I’m not like the women you usually do this with.”
“Damn right.”
Her gaze popped up and her eyes widened.
“You are so different from anyone I’ve ever been with. In almost every way imaginable. The way you make me feel, how sexy you are, even that you’re not afraid to tell me when I’m being an ass. All of it makes you different and makes this a first for me.”
A flush tinted her cheeks, and she opened her mouth to respond, but I went on.
“Want to know the biggest difference? I want so much more than sex with you. I want to spend all night memorizing every inch of your body. I can’t say the same for any of the women I’ve dated in the last eight years. So please, come here so I can show you exactly how different you are.”
Her smile held almost none of the hesitancy it had moments earlier as she got up on her knees.
“You know you’re different too.”
She crawled across the bed toward me, and I guided her back to her knees in front of me so I could look at her. Memorize all her gorgeous curves.
“How so?” I stepped back, taking in every detail. This time she didn’t try to hide from me.
“Most of the guys I’ve been with don’t care if I hide under the blankets or turn off the lights.”
Quickly, I discarded the rest of my clothing. “They’re all a bunch of idiots, then.”
I cupped a full breast in each hand, loving that her nipples pebbled immediately against my thumbs.
She threw her head back with a moan as I continued to tease and play with her perfect tits. I couldn’t imagine not getting to play with these. Not getting to watch them bounce as she rode my cock.
I trailed one hand down her side and over the curve of her waist before ending between her thighs. “You’re so wet, baby.” I ran my fingers along her soaked pussy. “Dripping for me.”
She gripped my shoulders tightly as I teased her, running my fingers in circles over her clit.
“Wyatt, I need you.” She panted. “Please.”
“I have plans for you.” I pushed two fingers inside. “And they all involve taking my time.”
I looked down at her tits as they rose and fell rapidly with her breaths. Moved my fingers quickly in and out until her moans started coming quicker and she was riding my hand, chasing her orgasm.
I pulled my hand away, wanting her to come on my tongue like she had the night before.
“Turn around.”
Her brows rose as intense desire swam in her eyes. “What?”
“Turn around. On your hands and knees. Ass in the air.”
I gave one cheek a swat as she turned and got into position, then knelt on the floor and spread her wide before burying my face between her thighs.
“Oh my God.” She screamed as her hips bucked against me.
I pushed hard against her clit, circling it with my tongue. She matched my rhythm, writhing with pleasure as I continued to work her over, not letting up even when spasms racked her body.
My cock throbbed painfully. I desperately wanted to feel her gripping me. Feel her wet heat pulling me in deep. I stood and fisted my cock, rubbing the tip along her slit.
Fuck, that felt amazing. I groaned before slowly inching forward. “Baby, you feel so good. And damn, this ass.” I swatted one cheek, loving the moan that slipped from her. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she panted as she pushed back against me. “Need more.”
I slapped her ass again. “I want to savor every minute of this.” Another swat as my cock disappeared another inch. “Take my time with you.” I gripped her hips and pulled almost all the way out. “You’ll need to be patient, baby.”
“But I need you.” She looked at me over her shoulder, and I all but lost it.
The desperation that matched my own was all-consuming. I could take my time after giving us both what we craved.
In one quick motion, I thrust forward until I was seated fully. We both moaned, and I pulled back and slammed forward again. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight and wet. You feel amazing.” I pistoned in and out several times, eliciting sounds from her that I could spend the rest of my life listening to.
I froze, deep inside her. The rest of my life , I repeated in my head.
She was it for me.
The realization drove me on as I took her with so much intensity I hoped she could feel what I was feeling. I tilted forward, grabbing hold of her tits and tweaking her nipples as I drove into her again and again.
When I felt her gripping me tighter, I pulled all the way out and gave her ass another slap. “Get on top.” I lay on the bed next to her. “I want to watch you as you come on my cock.”
She smiled as she scooted closer and threw her leg over me. “Now it’s my turn to tease you.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” I dug my fingers into her hips and guided her over me.
She pressed her palms into my chest, and I raised my own hands to cover hers as she lowered herself.
“You’re so beautiful like this.”
She rose up and sank back down, rotating her hips as she did. I groaned from the sensations she was causing, never wanting this to end.
I watched in awe, studying her features, her movements reminding me of when she rode my face with abandon. Her head was thrown back as she found the right spot, sending us both closer to the edge. She felt so good. Every time my cock dragged against her walls, I wasn’t sure I would last much longer.
“Baby.” I waited until she looked back down at me. “I need you to come. You feel too good.”
She smiled, grabbing one of my hands and bringing it to where we were joined. “Touch me, Wyatt. Make me come.”
Hell yes. And I loved that she wasn’t afraid to tell me what she needed. What she wanted.
I moved my thumb in circles around her clit as she began moving quicker up and down my shaft. She threw her head back again, and I squeezed her hand still under mine.
“I want to watch you.” My voice cracked as I held on to the last thread of control I had left, ready to explode inside of her at any moment.
She looked down, and I pushed harder against her clit as she rotated her hips.
“Right there.”
I groaned as her pussy gripped me tighter, and the last thread I was holding on to snapped as my pleasure swamped me and I exploded, emptying inside her as she bucked hard against my thumb, riding out her own orgasm. We rode out the waves of ecstasy before she finally collapsed on top of me.
That was the most intense encounter I’d ever experienced, and I was ready to do it all over again.
I hugged her tightly to my chest. “Angie?”
“Yeah?”
Jesus. Those three words were on the tip of my tongue. But I had no idea how she felt or if hearing them from me would freak her out. I was a little surprised it wasn’t freaking me out. But I’d never been this sure before.
I blinked. Fuck.
There was another conversation we needed to have. Although, to be honest, that didn’t scare me as much as it should. Being with her forever. Marrying her. Having babies with her. None of it freaked me out. All of it felt right.