Chapter 25 Wyatt
I fucking loved having Kinley in my house. Hand in hand, we walked over to the pool.
“Skinny-dipping?” I suggested.
She turned around. “Wyatt, you already want me naked?”
“Hell yes. I’ve been wanting you naked since we were at the zoo, but that was a bit inappropriate.”
“Just a bit, huh?” she teased.
I moved closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I’ve fucking wanted you this whole week. Every night I thought to myself, ‘I want Kinley with me.’ I missed you.”
“I missed you too. And I saw on your calendar that you’re flying back to Napa on Monday.” Her fake pouty face was adorable. She was fucking adorable.
“I am, right after the meeting with that rep from Premium Wines. Can’t be helped. And I will miss you so damn much.”
“You will?” She blinked rapidly, clearly shocked.
“Of course. I care about you, Kinley.” Taking a deep breath, I added, “I love you.”
Her eyes widened, and she put a hand on her chest. “Wyatt... oh my goodness. You need to give me a heads-up if you’re gonna say something like that or I might pass out.”
“That’s why I’m holding you up, babe. I’ve never said that to anyone,” I confessed. “It’s so fucking true, though, and I want you to know it.”
She kissed my jaw, smiling. “I love you too.”
Hell yeah! I felt like I was on top of the world. I wasn’t going to mess this up.
She relaxed against my body before taking a step back. Smiling, she sat at the edge of the pool and lowered her legs into the water.
“Your pool is amazing,” Kinley whispered.
I sat next to her but didn’t just lower my legs—I jumped into the pool.
“Wyatt, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice high-pitched.
Instead of answering, I took her hand and pulled her into the water with me. I kissed her, pushing her against the tiled wall.
“Whoa—” she protested, but a moan swallowed the rest of her words as I pressed my hips into hers. I was hard and ready to fuck her.
“See what you do to me?” I whispered in her ear, tugging at her earlobe before kissing the side of her neck. “Fuck, I want you.”
She rubbed herself up and down my cock. Even through my pants, it felt incredible. But I needed more, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I undid the button of my pants and pushed them down just enough to free my dick. With my other hand, I moved Kinley’s dress out of the way—I didn’t have to do much since it was already floating around us in the water—and pulled her panties to one side.
“Wyatt,” she gasped.
I rubbed my cock along her entrance.
“Oh my God.” She clenched her fingers on my arms.
I barely managed to control myself so I wouldn’t slide inside her. I felt close to her tonight, more so than usual. I wanted to drink in everything about this moment.
“Wyatt!” She sucked in her breath. Her entire body was strung tight.
I was going to make her come like this. Her body hummed for me.
“Please,” she whispered.
I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, and then positioned her so I would touch her clit every time I slid my cock against her—I didn’t thrust in though.
She turned wild for me right here in the water, tugging at my hair and pressing herself into me, shouting my name.
I didn’t cover her mouth. I wanted the entire city to hear her.
I wanted everyone to know she was mine. No one else would make her cry out like this.
I wanted to let her ride out her orgasm, but I couldn’t.
I slid inside her before she finished coming, and she cried out even harder.
I loved hearing her, loved feeling her body thrash around in the water, splashing it everywhere.
Because the water was supporting her weight, I didn’t have to hold her tightly.
I could just pull back a bit and watch her.
Feeling her tighten around me as she thrashed was the best thing I’d ever experienced.
Being one with her like this... Fuck, I’d never imagined that anything could feel so good.
I didn’t move for a few seconds, waiting for her body to relax even though all I wanted to do was thrust and thrust until I was completely spent.
But I waited, kissing one side of her neck and then the other.
Finally, when her body relaxed and her breathing became more even, I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down on my cock.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“Wyatt.” She clenched around me. “Oh God, oh God.” She pressed her forehead into the crook of my neck.
I took a deep breath and pulled out fully before slamming back in to the hilt.
It took more of an effort in the water, but it made every thrust more delicious.
I couldn’t get enough of this. I pulled out again and then pushed right back in.
“Oh my God, Wyatt,” she panted.
I was so damn close, but I wanted to get us out of the water. I couldn’t fuck her the way I wanted here.
I pulled out completely, and before she even had a chance to ask what was going on, I kicked my pants off in the water and then pushed myself up onto the edge of the pool.
Reaching down, I took one of her hands and helped her up. She licked her lips, looking down at my cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off me, could she?
“Get on that couch. Turn around and put your hands on the backrest.” I pointed to the largest rattan couch.
She didn’t question me at all, following my instructions to the letter. I put her knees just at the edge and then leaned slightly forward. The couch wasn’t deep enough for me to get on my knees behind her, so I stood, lowering myself just enough to reach her as she pushed her ass slightly backward.
Her dress was drenched and clinging to her body. I didn’t want her to feel cold or uncomfortable in any way, so I said, “Straighten up so I can get you out of this dress.”
“Yes, please!”
Hearing her say please was almost enough to make me lose my mind. Almost. As she straightened, she also tugged at her dress, pulling it up and over her head. I unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side so I could touch her breasts.
She still had her panties on, but I didn’t have it in me to wait long enough to push them off her.
I just tugged the fabric to one side, exactly like I’d done in the water, before sliding inside her.
She took me all in and groaned. I tilted forward, palming her breast with one hand and strumming my fingers over her clit with the other.
I needed her to come fast because I wasn’t going to last long.
Not when she felt so fucking delicious around me.
“Wyatt... I can’t... oh my God.”
I took my hand away from her clit, then changed the angle so I hit her G-spot on every thrust. She put her forehead against the headrest and then straightened back up, as if a spasm had gone through her body.
“Touch your clit, Kinley, or I will.”
She obeyed right away, whimpering when she touched herself. She was squeezing me so damn good. I’d never get tired of fucking her.
“Kinley,” I groaned as pleasure tugged at my body. I slowed down, determined to enjoy every second of this. I instinctively felt that we both needed a slower pace right now. Feeling every inch of my cock sliding in and out of her was fucking delicious as she clenched around me again and again.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe anymore. My orgasm started to coil through me, and Kinley cried out as I gave her everything I had.
I leaned toward her, bringing my hand to her pussy—I knew her body, knew she needed pressure right now.
I put two fingers over her clit and pressed down without moving them. That would be far too much.
“You’re so beautiful. I love your curves, every fucking inch of your body,” I said, and she cried out even louder. And then I was right there with her, riding the wave of my climax.
I gave in to it completely, without any restraint. This, right here, was everything I’d ever need. I could spend the rest of my life buried inside this woman, pleasuring her, and it wouldn’t be enough.
When she spasmed under my touch, I took my hand off her clit and slowed my movements before stopping completely. Being inside her was exquisite, and I didn’t want to pull out yet.
She was gasping for air.
“Are you okay, Kinley?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “That was just so intense.”
“Yes, it was.”
I finally pulled out of her when I felt my knees go weak. Yeah, that fucking happened, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it.
I sat next to her on the couch, and she turned around to face me. “Towel?” she whispered.
I jumped up, went to the stack I always kept next to the pool, and brought her one. She immediately slid it under her. I didn’t even wait for her to secure it before whisking her up in my arms. I saw our reflection in the window and started to laugh.
“What?” she asked.
I nodded toward the window, and she glanced that way.
We looked ridiculous. Me, wearing my T-shirt but no pants or boxers. Her, naked in my arms with a towel wrapped around her.
She giggled. Damn if I didn’t like that sound.
“Well, tonight was...”
“Different,” I finished for her.
“Yeah, but I can’t tell how.”
“Same for me,” I confessed as I carried her through the house. “Being with you is different from anything I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Different in a good way?” she asked. I felt her body tense in my arms.
“Fuck yes. The best possible way, babe.”
She kissed my shoulder and then my neck.
“Watch it,” I warned her as I stepped into the bathroom.
“Why?” she teased. “You might get hard again?”
“You know it.”
She gasped. “Wyatt, how does that even work? I swear, I thought it wasn’t possible.”
“Well, we do have a history of sexy interludes in the shower, so who knows what might happen. How about this time, we actually clean up in there and then move on to the Jacuzzi?”
“Damn, how long have you had this great idea?”
“It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. You’ve inspired me.”
“I like that plan. And while we’re at it, maybe we can test the tub at some point too?” She batted her lashes at me.
“Of course. Tonight or another night.”
She laughed. “You really think it could work tonight? After the shower?”
“No idea. I just know you can inspire me again.”
She grinned. “You like that word, huh?”
“Yeah, a lot. And it fits you.” I didn’t just mean it in a sexual way, though I couldn’t explain all the other ways she inspired me. But I fucking loved it.