Chapter 35
Iwoke to Bryan whispering to Maisie not to get up.
She was curled in my arms, purring away as Bryan tucked her hair back and kissed her forehead before sliding out of the bed.
He saw me looking at him and offered a little wave.
“Stay with her. I’ll manage the kids this morning so she can sleep, and I don’t want her to wake up alone. ”
I briefly contemplated getting up to help him, but my desire to move right now didn’t exist.
He closed the door on his way out. Maisie drifted off again and I listened to Bryan, Carter, and Colt getting the kids ready for the day on the baby monitors before it all went blissfully quiet as everyone went downstairs.
Maisie’s purr hadn’t stopped. She rotated in my arms, wedging her head beneath my chin.
Every one of her lush curves was plastered against me.
The hem of her nightgown had climbed in the night, leaving her legs exposed as she tangled them with mine.
“Good morning,” she whispered against my skin. Her peach blossom scent was soft with sleep, her warm breath ghosting over me.
“Good morning.” I cupped the back of her head and let my fingers trail down her spine.
She shivered, arching into me. Her scent sweetened. “Do you know how many times I wished this was how I had woken up at the compound?”
“Any amount was too many. You always should’ve woken up like this in reality. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“I’m sorry I took so long.”
I couldn’t stand how sad she sounded when she said that.
I got my purr rumbling for her. Threading my fingers into her hair, I played with the short, wavy strands.
She’d looked beautiful with her long blonde hair, but now she looked at peace, which made her even more beautiful than before.
One small change after another let her reclaim her life, and seeing her comfortable in her own skin was a blessing I had never been privy to, before she’d come here.
I hated how many years she’d had to look in the mirror and only see who she was forced to be.
Maisie squirmed up my body until we were nose to nose. Certain parts of me were very interested in her wriggling, but I didn’t want to stress her out, so I angled my hips away. Her mouth was soft on mine, a shiver running through her when I traced a hand down her back to settle on her hip.
She spent a few moments devouring me slowly until she let out an exasperated growl.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I’m frustrated with myself.”
I leaned back so I could see her better. “Can you elaborate?”
“I’m still not used to wanting,” she explained. “I don’t know how to ask for it, I don’t know what to do with it. It feels like I’m so close and I keep twisting myself up into knots about it.”
Did that mean she wanted me? “We’re all pretty good about direct communication. The ask doesn’t have to be complicated.”
“Maybe the ask isn’t, but the answer is. I feel like I won’t know what I’m ready for until I run up against the wall and I keep getting annoyed that the wall even exists. The only reason it does is because someone else decided that what I wanted didn’t matter.”
“It matters to me, and I’m never going to push you.”
That prompted another little growl from her. “I know that, but I want to push myself. I keep getting angry about what was taken from me and how that still lingers. I want to be with you and not worry about anything, but I don’t know how to do that.”
I wanted to experience every inch of her, but more than that, I wanted her to feel safe.
“Let’s walk through it then. What do you think are the most likely triggers if you were to push forward?”
Her nose scrunched up, her brows pinching together. “Control, I suppose. I know there’s a certain element of not having any when you get close to coming, but before that…”
“Okay, we have a few options.”
“Like what?”
“Some people use a color code system. It’s simple, uses a single word to convey what you want to happen. If you like what’s going on, you say green. If you need things to slow down or change direction, you can say yellow or orange. If you need everything to stop right that second, you say red.”
“Oh, I like that. What else?”
“You could also be on top so you never feel caged in. If you’re feeling especially nervous or feisty, you could always tie me up a little.”
Maisie let out a startled laugh. “Tie you up?”
“Sure. We don’t play with it very often, but it’s fun when we do. A cuff hooked to the bed frame means you can see exactly where my hands are and know they’re not going anywhere.”
“I don’t know if I need to go quite that far. I like your hands on me. On top does feel a little safer. I don’t really know what to do once I get up there, but we could try? Also…” Her cheeks darkened even further, her gaze darting away.
“Also?”
“Colt said I should ask you to…”
I purred, dipping down to sample her lips, then moving farther to trace over her throat. “Ask me to what?”
“He, um, he used his mouth on me and said that you were really good at it, too.”
I laughed against her skin. “If you want me to put my tongue in your cunt, I’m more than happy to do that.”
She shuddered, her fingers curling against my chest. “Right now?”
“If you’re ready for that, absolutely. Am I allowed to get my mouth on the rest of you, too?”
She gave me a shy nod and pulled my mouth back to hers.
My first instinct was to press her into the mattress, but I rolled so she was above me instead, letting her get a taste of what was to come.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, I pulled her nightgown even higher until she sat up, letting me pull it overhead.
She was so gloriously naked beneath it that I had to take a moment to appreciate the view before me.
“Let’s practice,” I told her. “Give me whatever you want me to touch.”
Her eyes were wide as she moved her hair away from her throat and leaned in.
I kissed a trail over her skin, listening to the shake in her breath until she got bold enough to move on.
This way she had nothing pushing her except for her own desire and I didn’t have to worry as much about overstepping.
She moved slowly and methodically, letting me explore one side of her throat, then the other, then her sweet mouth.
When her scent was thick as a fog, she scooted higher, bringing one pendulous breast to my lips.
The sound she made when I sucked the tip was bordering on feral.
While I tasted my fill, I let my hands wander.
Getting to trace the dips and swells of her body, combined with the trust she was placing in me, had me hard to the point I wished I could grind against the mattress.
As if she was reading my mind, she slid one hand down my chest, bracing her palm over the front of my pajama pants.
I rocked against the gentle touch, switching to the other breast when her movement brought it closer.
A soft whimper escaped her, my omega trying to scoot up my chest. “Wyatt, how do I…? I can’t just sit.”
I released her long enough to answer. “You definitely can.”
“But how are you supposed to breathe?”
“I can breathe fine if you’re facing a headboard. If you faced my feet, it’s a little harder, but not impossible unless you’re aiming for that.” I moved the pillows out of the way, coiled my long hair beneath my head, and patted the bed on each side of my ears. “Put your shins right here.”
She didn’t look very convinced.
“I wouldn’t ask you if we both weren’t going to like it. Give it a few seconds before deciding it won’t work.”
Maisie took a deep breath before grabbing hold of the headboard and using it to help her maneuver into position.
She hovered until I laid my palms on her thighs, lifting my head to meet her.
Another gorgeous feral sound slipped out of her when my tongue finally reached her slick-drenched sweetness.
I pulled her all the way down, until she surrendered her weight, her whole body trembling above me.
My tongue fucked into her pretty cunt. She growled above me, hips slowly rocking.
I drank down her offerings and sucked on her clit while indulging myself and squeezing the plushness of her hips.
Much as I wanted to listen to her panting moans, having them silenced by her thighs squeezing my ears was just as satisfying.
I cupped her ass cheeks, carefully working my thumbs beneath her, my omega responding to the pressure by grinding her entrance against the tips.
While I let my mouth focus on her clit, my thumbs gave her the extra sensation she was craving.
Every inch of me tangled with anticipation.
I had a goddess desperately riding my face, leaving my cock helplessly pressing against the seam of my pants.
“Wyatt,” she gasped out. “Fuck.”
I’d never heard her swear before.
“Wyatt. I’m going to— Fuck.”
It was my only warning before she spilled, bucking hard to keep her pleasure flowing.
Maisie melted against the headboard. I fully expected her to lie down next to me, sated and content with our experiment, but ready to move on and start her day.
Instead, she carefully climbed down my body until she straddled my hips.
“You’re sure?”
“I want more of you.”
My ego blew up like a balloon and I grinned at her as she dragged the waistband of my pajamas down. I lifted my hips to help her, letting her do as she pleased. When I was bare, she crawled back up, staring at my cock with a mix of curiosity, need, and trepidation.
“This stops when you want it to,” I reminded her. “No pressure from my end. What color?”
“Yellow?”
I nodded. “Go slow.”
She curled her fingers around me, staring at the pre-cum beading on my tip.
My breathing shallowed. Finally having her hands on me was as intoxicating as I knew it would be.
She was tentative, a slow and careful exploration that had my hips rising against her touch.
I thought for a moment she might take me into her mouth, but instead she used her thumb to smear the bead over the head.
I thrust into her hand. A low moan slid over my lips at the smile that spread over hers.
“Having fun?” I asked with a breathless laugh.
She grinned wider. “I like having you react like that.” As if to prove her point, she teased me again, giggling at the way my hips lifted and my cock twitched.
I lay there, suspended in bliss as she played to her heart’s content.
Apparently giving her an orgasm and putting myself at her mercy was exactly what she needed for her confidence to blossom.
If that’s what it took, I would let her play with me until I couldn’t see straight.
I met her eyes with mine, reveling in the mischief that sparkled there.
Maisie would give as good as she got once she was comfortable, and I couldn’t fucking wait.