36. Once More with Feeling
36
ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
ODETTE
I didn’t know what came over me. Did I seriously suck my own juices off Wyatt’s fingers? What possessed me to do that? And who was I to demand he give me another orgasm? It was so greedy but wanted more.
As he looked at my pussy, slowly rolling his finger over my entry, my legs uncontrollably quaked. He’d given me what I’d craved so many times before. I could get myself off. However, Wyatt was the first man to manage it. I didn’t know what magic he worked, but I wanted Wyatt to bring me to another climax— tout de suite .
I gripped his cock, playing with the head. It looked different than anything I’d seen. I’d only seen one other penis up close, but I couldn’t find the foreskin. Was he circumcised ? Ingrid warned me that many American men were. How she knew this—given I knew she still hadn’t slept with anyone—I did not know and did not want to know. Either way, what Wyatt may have lacked in height, he made up for in length and girth.
“You like that?” Wyatt asked again, sliding his fingers inside me. He meant his cock.
“I wish you could fuck me,” I moaned. “I need you inside me.”
Maybe this was better? I was still on beta-blockers, and he was still so big . Guy’s cock couldn’t compete but remained serviceable in memory. Serviceable was best for the first time, right? What if we couldn’t get it right? What if I bled everywhere?
“Relax,” Wyatt said, reading I’d gone into the abyss.
He kissed me, slowly rubbing the spot that brought me to orgasm last time. I moaned low into his mouth and pumped his shaft. Wyatt tortured me with slow strokes of his fingers against the swollen, desperate part of me. Meanwhile, I pumped up and down his cock, pulling wetness down from his head—precum. I’d gotten him so excited and just wanted to make him happy.
I panted and pulled back, giving over to the pleasure building in my centre. He slowly and deliciously thrust his fingers in and out of me. My legs twitched when he went particularly deep with his fingers.
“More?” He asked.
I nodded. Wyatt slid another finger in, filling me further. It felt dirty but also amazing. I shivered and sputtered, “Yes, please. Harder.”
Where I got any of these words from, I didn’t know. It was probably that stupid Billionaires Bosses book. And yet, I did want more. I looked into his eyes and saw his expression change. He looked pained. I worried I was hurting him somehow. Then, I felt something running down my hand. He’d cum. I wanted to be disgusted by it—I didn’t like to be cum on—but I was too far in my head. Instead, I wiped the cum on his hip and moaned louder. I was so close—impossibly near.
“Once more. Can you cum for me, Odette? Make a mess right here on my fingers?”
“Yes, Wyatt,” I said breathlessly. “Yes.”
“Good. Cum for me, Princess.”
It was dirty and wrong. I was going to hell, but damn, I wanted this! No matter what, I was over the bridge and gone. I held his hand against my entrance, clenching around his fingers inside me, and shouted.
“Oh, God, Wyatt, yes. Fuck yes!”
He chuckled, then kissed me sweetly. “You are a lot of fun. I’m sorry I came before I could warn you.”
“It’s fine,” I said.
Wyatt grabbed his boxers. He cleaned me up first, then went about his business.
“That was… wonderful,” I said. “How did you learn to do that?”
“What? Finger you? Odette, you don’t have to pad my ego. You’re not difficult to work with. You’re like an oil slick and aren’t hard to read.”
“I wasn’t padding your ego. It felt delicious.”
Wyatt tossed his boxers off the bed and kissed my forehead. “You were amazing. Thank you. I promise next time, I will be prepared to fuck you properly.”
Fuck me properly . Oh, hell! I’d felt silly for saying “fuck me” a few minutes ago. Now, I realised I could listen to him talk about fucking me for ages and ages. To him, I was wonderful. Nothing else mattered. He was a kind lover. It was more than I’d had in the past. It was more than I felt I deserved. But tonight, I could lie on his chest as we talked like old friends. I could put the fears aside to live in the moment. I was filled with endorphins, and I was safe.