Chapter 32 #2
His mouth leaves mine, grazing along my jaw and down my neck, his tongue flicking across the rapid beat of my pulse.
He moves lower, his lips and hands exploring, until he draws one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking softly.
A gasp escapes me, my back arching in response, and I feel heat coil low in my stomach, my breath catching as my clit pulses with need.
With his mouth still on me, one of his hands slides down my body, his fingers edging the lace of my panties. I lift my hips in a silent permission for him to remove them, desperate for his touch. He drags his mouth from my nipple and pulls them down my legs, tossing them on the floor with my bra.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine, searching for any flicker of hesitation.
He won’t find any. I might be nervous, but more than that, I want this. I want him.
“I’m good,” I whisper, and I mean it.
His gaze lingers a beat longer, like he’s taking me in, before his hand slides lower, making my breath hitch. His touch is slow and deliberate, drawing a soft moan from my lips. My back arches instinctively, and my hands grip the sheets as his fingers tease and explore.
His lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, and he presses a kiss just below it before whispering, “You’re so ready for me, Ivy. I can feel your walls pulsing around my fingers. I can’t wait to slide into your wet heat.”
“Wyatt…” I breathe, his words igniting something deep inside me. I never thought I’d like hearing that kind of talk, but coming from him, it completely unravels me.
When his free hand finds my breast, his fingers tease and roll my nipple, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
A moan escapes as my body trembles through the release, waves of pleasure crashing over me.
He doesn’t stop, drawing it out until I finally melt into the sheets, breathless and completely spent.
“It just keeps getting better.” I watch as he steps away from the bed and slides off his pants. My eyes are drawn to the obvious outline beneath his boxers, and his arousal is impossible to miss.
I bite my lip, my pulse quickening as he pushes his boxers down his legs. I’ve got nothing to compare him to, but damn, he’s big. I own toys, sure. They’re single girl essentials, but none of them come close to this.
He bends down to grab his pants from the floor and pulls out his wallet, sliding out a condom. As he starts to tear it open, I sit up.
“Can I do it?” I ask.
His lips curl into a smile. “Yeah. Of course.”
He kneels in front of me on the bed and I wrap my hand around him. A low groan escapes his throat as I stroke him slowly, savoring the feel of him in my palm. But before long, his hand covers mine, stilling it.
“Ivy,” he breathes. “As good as that feels, if you keep going, it’s going to be over too soon. After touching you, I’m barely holding on.”
My eyes widen a little, and he chuckles, handing me the condom.
With trembling fingers, I tear it open and roll it down his length, my grip drawing another strained sound from his lips. He leans in to kiss me, slowly easing me back onto the bed as our mouths stay locked.
His hand skims down my side, finding its way between my legs. His touch has me moaning, my body arching into his as he works me closer and closer to the edge. His fingers stretch me open, two, then three, and every movement leaves me aching for more.
His lips trail kisses along my jaw, hovering just beneath my ear.
“You close, baby?”
I can only nod, lost in the sensation.
When he pulls his hand away, I let out a quiet whimper at the loss. Then he positions himself between my legs, guiding himself to my entrance.
“You’re sure?” he asks, his voice gentle.
“Yeah,” I whisper, nerves fluttering in my stomach. “Just… go slow.”
He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin. “I will. If you need me to stop, just say the word.”
I give him a small, reassuring smile.
He kisses me again then slowly begins to ease inside. I gasp into his mouth, my body tensing against the unfamiliar pressure.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just breathe.”
I’m trying, but it really fucking hurts. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing myself to let go. Wyatt continues to kiss me, and slowly I feel myself relaxing.
“I’m all the way in, baby,” he says, his voice low and I know he’s holding himself back. “Are you okay?”
I manage a nod, too overwhelmed to speak. The sensation of fullness is intense, almost too much, but not in a bad way. He stays still, giving me a moment, then slowly begins to move, pulling back and easing forward again. It still hurts, but the discomfort is fading with each careful thrust.
Wyatt drops his head to my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles it, the sensation pulling a moan from my lips. My hips lift instinctively, meeting his rhythm as the pain starts to blur into something else, something better.
“God, Wyatt,” I whimper.
He stills and lifts his eyes to mine. “Am I hurting you?” he asks, his voice full of concern.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
He chuckles. “I won’t. You feel so good, Ivy,” he says, his voice husky. “You’re so tight.”
“Can you go faster? Please,” I ask, not caring that I’m begging.
He smiles and slowly increases the speed of his thrusts, until he’s slamming into me.
“I’m close,” Wyatt gasps, before dropping his lips to mine. “I want you to come again,” he mutters against my mouth.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can, baby. I’ve got you.”
He snakes his hand between us and circles my clit, a moan escaping my lips.
“Okay, maybe I can,” I admit, my head dropping back and my eyes fluttering closed.
The feeling of him moving inside me while his fingers tease me is all-consuming. It’s like everything is building all at once, and it’s more intense than anything I’ve felt before.
After a few minutes, I’m right on the edge. “Oh, God, fuck! I’m going to come,” I mumble, my words barely coherent.
“Come for me, Ivy. Come on my cock.”
His words are the final push, sending me tumbling over the edge as a wave of pleasure crashes through me. I cry out his name, trembling beneath him, and moments later, he follows with a moan, collapsing against me, his face buried in my shoulder.
Our breathing is ragged, and our bodies are damp with sweat. I wrap my arms around him, grounding myself in the feel of him. When he finally lifts his head, his gaze finds mine, and the connection between us feels deeper than ever.
“That was amazing,” he says as he brushes a tender kiss across my lips. “You should know... it's never felt like this before. Not with anyone.”
My breath catches as his words wrap around me, chasing away every last doubt.
“It hasn’t?” I whisper, my eyes wide with surprise.
He shakes his head, and a smile spreads across my face.
“It was amazing for me too, Wyatt. Thank you for making it so incredible. I never pictured myself in this moment with you, but now that I’m here, I can’t imagine being here with anyone else.”
He smiles, his thumb brushing across my cheek.
“You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. I spent so long feeling like something in my life was just… off. And then you walked into that charity auction, and suddenly, everything was different. Being with you felt right, even if none of it made sense at the time.”
“It makes sense now.”
“Yeah, baby. It does.” He kisses me again. “I’ll just clean up.”
He eases out of me, and I flinch slightly at the tenderness. His brows draw together.
“I hate that I hurt you,” he says. “Want to soak in the tub? It might help.”
I shake my head. “In the morning. Right now, I just want to fall asleep in your arms.”
His expression softens. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
He’s only gone a minute before he’s back and sliding naked under the comforter. His arms circle my waist, and he pulls me back against his hard chest as he drops a kiss on my shoulder.
“Night, baby,” he murmurs against my skin.
I tilt my head and press my lips to his.
“Night, Wyatt.”
I love being this close to him, and as my eyes grow heavy, one thought settles over me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more whole than I do right now.