Chapter 5 #2
While I watch, his hands move to the leather of his belt. I can see the outline of his dick, straining against the denim. It must ache being contained like that, but I know he won’t have to wait much longer.
The anticipation sends another shiver through me. I’m not prepared for the sharp snap of his belt as he pulls it free from loops of his jeans and flicks it through the dark room with a crack that sends another rush of moisture between my legs.
I’m only half aware of the groan that slips from my throat, but the way Wyatt’s eyes darken with desire tells me he heard it just fine.
“Goddamn,” he growls. “You’re so fucking perfect, Anna. Everything about you.”
I lean back against the couch cushions, unable to take my eyes off that bulge in his jeans as he slides the zipper of his jeans down slowly.
When his dick springs free, heavy and thick, the head already weeping with need, I suck in a breath and my hand flies to my mouth in an effort to cover my shock.
He’s huge.
Beyond huge.
Not that I should be surprised. The rest of him is so thick and strong, of course, he was going to be—
“Anna?”
I nod at the sound of my name.
“Sweetheart?”
Again, I nod. But I’m still unable to speak. What could I possibly say? That I’ve never seen a man so…so…huge? That I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside me?
I can’t tell him that.
I can’t tell him that I’ve never—
“Anna.” He says my name again, and this time I snap my gaze up to meet his eyes.
He reaches for me. I let him lift me off the couch, so I’m standing in front of him.
The rough pads of his thumbs stroke gently over my cheeks until I tilt my head up and accept his kiss.
His hard body presses up against mine as he embraces me. His long, hard rod is between us, pressing against my belly, but it no longer shocks me. Instead, it just feels…right.
Any concerns I have about his size fade away quickly as I melt into his touch. Soon, the only thing I’m thinking about is how badly I want this man.
All of him.
Still kissing me, Wyatt guides me down to the floor until we’re lying on the quilt.
I reach for him and let my hands slide down slowly over the ridges on his chest. He’s all hard lines and muscle. As my hands get lower, I hesitate.
“Touch me, Anna.”
I suck in a breath and reach for the hard rod between his legs. Somehow, it’s even bigger with my fingers wrapped around it. It takes both hands.
Hot and pulsing.
Slowly, I move my hands up and down. Above me, he shudders.
The need he has for me turns me on even more.
Wyatt shivers under my touch. His eyes squeeze shut, and he groans until finally, he pulls my hands away from his dick, and with both my wrists caught in one of his massive hands, pins them above my head.
“You’re going to kill me with that touch, sweetheart.”
The way he’s barely in control of himself makes me bolder than I thought possible. I narrow my eyes and lick my lips, teasing him.
But a moment later, when his thick cock presses up against my tight hole, my eyes widen. All bravado gone.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I want you so bad, Anna.”
I swallow hard. I want him, too. Even if his size gives me pause.
I’m not sure what’s more terrifying. How huge he is, or how badly I want him inside me.
Wyatt holds my gaze as he reaches between us and strokes his thick member. My eyes travel down between us. Once again, I take in the sheer size of him.
“I know,” he says, reading my mind. “I’m big. But you’re going to take it. You’re going to take all of me, Anna.”
I nod even though it’s not a question.
His fingers find my heat between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you?”
I don’t have a chance to answer before his thick head replaces his fingers. Then he’s thrusting, pushing, stretching.
My walls clench against the intrusion. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as my body struggles to take him.
I work hard to control my breathing, to relax into the moment and the sensations that are all so new. The sweet pleasure of the stretch. The fullness. The intensity of it all.
“You’re so fucking tight, Anna.”
His words are hardly more than a groan on his lips as he keeps pushing, driving himself further until he meets my resistance. The evidence that he’s my first.
Wyatt stops abruptly, his body tensing as his eyes find mine again. This time with a question. “Anna? Are you—”
“Don’t stop, Wyatt.” My hands reach up, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He’s tense, only barely holding himself back.
“But you’re a…Anna?”
I don’t want to hear him say the word. “Please,” I plead.
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life than I am about him and this exact moment.
“I don’t know how gentle I can be,” he says. “This isn’t how your first time should—”
“Wyatt.” I stop him. “Fuck me.”
The growl that slips from his throat is raw and primal. And then, that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He thrusts through my virginity, driving deep inside me. The sensation is overwhelming. Pain and pleasure twist together in a heady mix as I work to control my breathing and let my body adjust to the way he’s filling me up.
The burn of his girth is almost too much. But at the same time, it feels so good.
My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on.
“Fuck, Anna.” His voice strains as he presses his forehead to mine, bottoming out, my body trembling from his invasion. I’ve never been so completely filled. I can’t tell where I end, and he begins.
My hips rock up, instinctively trying to take even more of him, even while my pussy throbs and my hips ache.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
His words send a calmness through me, settling my breathing momentarily. But then he starts moving. His thrusts are deliberate. He pulls out before slamming back inside me. Every stroke pushes me forward on the blanket, but Wyatt grips me, holding me still as he drives into me again and again.
The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, only mixed with my breathless moans as I struggle to keep up and his rough grunts as he endlessly fucks me.
His lips find my neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there, sending fresh shots of desire between my legs where I’m already overloaded with sensation.
“Do you feel that?” he murmurs against my ear. “How perfectly my cock fits in your tight little pussy?” His dirty words send a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Yes.” The word is barely a moan, but he demands more.
“Tell me, Anna,” he commands. “Tell me how good it feels to have me inside you.”
I try but can’t find the words as he maintains his relentless assault on my pussy. My orgasm coils deep inside me. I just want to let go, but Wyatt pulls back. “Not yet,” he says. “Not until you tell me how good it feels.”
My eyes snap open again. “Wyatt,” his name comes out like a plea.
“Tell me, Anna. I need to hear you say it.”
I moan and squeeze my eyes shut again, desperately reaching for my climax.
“Say it and then you can cum, sweetheart.”
It’s too much. His dirty words mixed with the way his body is claiming mine, I give in.
“So good,” I manage to breathe the words, but it’s not enough for him.
“What’s so good, sweetheart. Tell me.”
“You,” I breathe. “You feel so good.” He slams into me again, and at the same time reaches between us, his fingers finding my throbbing clit. “Your cock,” I cry out, emboldened now. “It feels so good filling me up.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” I hear the smile in his voice. “That’s right. My cock feels so good fucking you. Filling you up. Claiming you. Making you mine.” He punctuates each statement with a hard thrust, pinching my clit hard until I’m soaring, my orgasm crashing through me.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me.”
I’m only vaguely aware of him gripping my hips, our bodies moving in a frantic rhythm as my pussy pulses around him.
I’m still trembling, riding the wave of the never-ending orgasm when I feel him swell inside me. “I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart. And you’re going to take all of me. Every drop.”
“Yes.” I drop my head back; the word is little more than a groan. At this point, I’ll do anything he asks of me. I’m totally his.
Seconds later, his seed is flooding me in hot pulses. I can feel every throb of his cock as he does exactly what he said he would and fills me up. The sensation of taking all of him sets off another smaller, more intense climax, my body milking him for everything he has.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he tells me later. His cock is still inside me, but he’s rolled over, so I’m lying like a rag doll on top of his chest. He strokes my hair, his other hand holding me in place as feeling returns to my body.
His heartbeat is still wild under my ear, a steady drumming that drowns out everything else. Outside, I know the storm is still raging, but it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters is this moment.
And this rough, gruff cowboy with his tender touch and even softer heart that he’s allowed me glimpses of.
My body throbs and aches, but it’s a delicious feeling. I thought I might be falling for him before. A crush on the grumpy cowboy. But this…this is more than a crush. This is more than falling.
The way he claimed me. The things he made me feel. I know for certain. I’ve fallen hard.
And that’s going to be a problem since he plans on leaving this place right when I’m starting to build my life here.
But for the moment, I’ll take what I can get.
Even if that’s only until the storm ends.