38. My Favorite Temperature
38
MY FAVORITE TEMPERATURE
WYATT
I hook my hands behind the backs of Dakota’s knees, gazing down at her bare, wet pussy in the moonlight. I never thought I’d be waxing poetic about moonlit pussies, but I’ll wax poetry all night if it means keeping her like this.
Naked.
Looking dazed and needy in those sexy white cowgirl boots.
There’s some leather riding jacket at the foot of the bed that’s not mine, and it doesn’t look like hers either, but I’m too focused on her to care, so I shove it off to the side.
Her tousled hair frames her face, casting shadows against the soft glow. This is how I always want her. “Turn that pretty ass around and ride my face. I bet those cowgirl boots will look even better wrapped around my head.”
Her honey eyes pop in shock, and I love that, surprising her with my demands. She makes me feel like a man in the best way.
“What?” she breathes out.
I’m not in the mood to explain myself. All I want is to lose myself in her. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” I say in a low voice, kissing the crease of her hip. “You heard me the first time. Ride. My. Face. ”
My command seems to wake her up. Her eyes widen at my tone, but then a sly smile curls her lips. I hook my hands on the backs of her knees as I slide down her body, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth. Her thighs are getting big from all our workouts, and she’s never looked sexier. And that ass of hers?
I want to bite it.
“Okay, then,” she purrs, her voice dripping with need. She lifts her hips up on the bed to grind against my jaw, teasingly torturous, like she knows exactly how to push me to the edge of insanity.
“No,” I demand, flicking my tongue against her clit. She tastes… Christ, she tastes so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of going down on her, and I haven’t even started. “Tell me this is what you want. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she moans, tugging my hair to drag me closer to her center. “It’s what I want.”
I lightly scrape my teeth against her clit, earning a sharp gasp from her. “Yes, what ?”
“Oh, god,” she groans, her body trembling. “You’re really gonna make me say it?”
“Yes, ma’am. If I can use my manners, so can you.”
“Fine,” she grits out. “Yes… sir. ”
I press a kiss to her center. “There you go. Who knew you could be so polite?”
Her eyes flash with a challenge, but I knew she wouldn’t like being called polite when she’s as rowdy as they come. A second later, she kicks my chest back with her boot, hops off the bed, and pushes me down on the mattress so I’m the one on bottom.
But I don’t mind letting her take control.
I grip the backs of her thighs, forcing her to straddle my cock. She unbuckles my jeans and rips off my shirt. This woman is undressing me at lightning speed, and it’s making me so hard for her. Once I’m naked, she flips around, straddles my face with her boots, and takes my cock deep into her mouth .
So.
Fucking.
Deep.
We just soared right into sixty-nine territory, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I fucking love this position.
It’s intimate.
It’s hot.
And you can really only do it with people you feel comfortable in bed with, which is saying a lot about how she feels.
It’s like she’s determined to prove just how impolite she can be as she suffocates me with her pussy. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth sucking me off is almost too much.
I moan into her warmth, digging my fingers into her ass so I don’t lose control in less than two seconds. She swirls her tongue around my tip, and goddamn that’s sensitive.
I’m drowning in the intoxicating scent of her. I can’t help but think this would be the best way for a man to go. Her mouth works my cock, each stroke and suck driving me closer to the edge. She’s going to have me coming in five seconds if she keeps up that suction.
I can’t help but smack her ass, the sound echoing in her moonlit bedroom. “Slow down, honey. I want to take my time with you.”
To make my point, I grip her thighs firmly and shove my tongue deep inside her, leaving her clit untouched on purpose. I know it’s driving her wild, being a hairpin short of ecstasy. She continues to suck me off, her moans vibrating around my cock while she rides my face, soaking my scruff. The sensation is almost too much, but I want this to last.
Her scent, her taste, the way she grinds against me—it’s everything. I was worried about jumping into the physical part of our relationship and thought it might take her a while to get there, but everything between us is so natural.
I knew it would be because I was made for this woman, and she was crafted for me. No one else could’ve barreled through the house and taken control of that situation. Hell, I don’t even know if I could’ve handled it the way she did.
I keep playing with her, licking, sucking, listening to her moans grow louder and more desperate right alongside mine. The harder I suck, the more she sucks. Heat races up my spine, my balls tightening as I edge closer to release. When I know I’ve reached the point of no return, I lean forward, sucking her whole clit into my mouth with just the right amount of suction to get her there.
I know what sets her off because I know my girl.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to come.
She bucks against my face as she cries out around my cock. The vibrations and the fact that she’s still in those sexy-as-shit boots send me over the edge, and I explode in her mouth, groaning, panting, legs twitching. We ride out the waves together as she trembles around me, her legs shaking with the force of her orgasm.
She comes all over my face.
I lap up every drop, savoring the taste of her. By the end, we’re both loose and relaxed, and I, for one, feel a hell of a lot better.
It strikes me that we both tend to come to each other during the difficult parts of life. She needed me after her traumatic experience, and I need her now. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing, but I think it’s a real thing—needing someone during the hardest parts of life. We’re not perfect, we’re messy, and that’s okay.
I wrap her in my arms and pull her close as we come down from the high. I fucking love cuddling. I kiss her hard, wanting to taste myself on her lips. She looks so satisfied, and it feels damn good to know I’m the man who put that dazed and satiated look on her face.
“Do you feel thoroughly thanked?” I murmur against her temple.
“Oh, definitely. You sure know how to express your gratitude.” She toys with my chest, drawing little circles that send pleasant shivers through me. “You seemed like you really liked that position.”
“It’s one of my favorites.” I smirk. “Why do you think I keep the AC set to sixty-nine?”