Chapter 35 #2
Wyatt moves his mouth, and holy shit, he’s picked up one of the delicate strings with his teeth, dragging it downward, then he repeats the process on the other side. I’m shaking as he removes my panties, and then he pauses for a moment, staring at me in a way that makes me want to blush all over.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, his hand cupping me.
“It’s yours,” I pant.
Wyatt dips his head, and then I feel him open me with his fingers.
I suck in a shaky breath, and then his tongue is on my clit, and every nerve I have is throbbing.
Wyatt begins licking and sucking me, and I can’t believe how good this feels.
I grip the sheet in my hand as the pressure builds within me.
He slides a finger inside of me, and I cry out, the feeling is so good.
“Wyatt!” I gasp. “Oh!”
Then he slides another finger in me, groaning in pleasure. Now his fingers are curling around my G-spot while he’s licking my clit and suddenly I’m pulsating around him.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, my breath coming in pants. “I ... I .... Oh my God!”
The orgasm builds and builds. Wyatt looks up, his eyes meeting mine. I see how dark and intense they are. Never breaking contact as he licks me.
And then I come.
I’m thrashing and yelling and feeling nothing but intense pleasure as my orgasm rips through me. Wyatt finishes, removing himself from me, and I’m shaking on his mattress.
Wyatt kisses a trail back up to me. He presses his lips against the fabric of my shirt, then my neck, and finally landing on my mouth, where he kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on him.
I move my hands to his hair, and he brackets his hands on either side of my face. “I love you.”
I blink back happy tears. “I love you, too.”
He drops his mouth and kisses me again. “You’re so good, Gracie girl. You felt so good.”
I revel in everything I’m feeling. Sexy. Satisfied. Loved.
“I need to see you,” I say, sliding my hand down to his cock. He’s still bulging, hard and huge.
And ready for me.
Concern flicks across his face. “Grace, you’re going to be sensitive.”
“No. I’m going to be wet. And ready for you.”
Wyatt kneels, and I come up too, unbuckling his belt. Then I yank his jeans down past his hips, and he gets up, stripping out of them. I stare at him, his muscled thighs from skating and his cock restrained by black boxer briefs.
A little bit of anxiety flickers through me. This might hurt a little because it’s my first time, but I don’t want to ruin this for him. I’m going to make this good.
I reach for the hem of my halter top and peel it over my head, casting it aside. His eyes dart to the strapless black bra I have on, and I move my hand around to my back and unhook it. Wyatt’s mouth parts as he sees my breasts for the first time.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
He reaches for me, but I push him back. “No, no, I need to see all of you, too.”
Wyatt walks over to the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you take them off?”
I move over to him and dip my fingers below his waistband. With trembling fingers, I lower his boxer briefs, and his massive cock is free.
I stare at it, mesmerized.
“Touch me,” Wyatt pleads.
I carefully reach out and stroke his dick, which feels strong and silky at the same time. Wyatt groans deeply, shuddering as I wrap my fingers around him.
“You’re so big,” I whisper, looking up at him as I continue to stroke him.
“Fuck, Gracie,” he groans. “Keep doing that.”
He’s so hard in my hand, so thick. I look up at him. “What do you want me to do?”
Wyatt’s eyes blink open, hazy with desire. “What do you want?”
I stare up at him, this boy who loves me so much, and I know what I want. “I want you inside of me,” I say.
Wyatt puts his hands on my neck, sliding them up to my face, and then he kisses me. Our tongues tangle and he guides me back onto the bed, his huge, athletic frame pinning me to the mattress.
Our hands are everywhere, along with our mouths.
I’m touching his body, his face, his hair and I can’t get enough of him.
I begin to throb with desire, and rock my hips against him, letting him know I’m ready again.
Wyatt reaches over to his nightstand, his mouth still fused to mine, and retrieves something.
He breaks the kiss and puts a condom up to his mouth, tearing the foil packet open with his teeth.
Why is that so hot? Holy shit.
Wyatt takes a second and puts the condom on, then pushes himself up again so he can look down at me. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asks. “We don’t have to do this. We don’t have to do anything else tonight.”
I love him so much. I can’t imagine any other guy loving me like this.
“I’m ready,” I say, moving my hands up his arms. “I know it might be uncomfortable at first, but please, please, don’t let that stop you.”
Wyatt grimaces. “I hate the idea that I could make you feel that way.”
“But that also means you are the first to love me.”
Something shifts in his eyes. “You’re mine, Grace.”
“I’m yours.”
He lowers his head and begins kissing me. Then his mouth is on my neck, down between my breasts, and I sink my hands into his hair. Wyatt takes one of my nipples into his mouth and I nearly come apart from the sensation.
Next I feel his hand between my legs. “Holy fuck, you’re wet again.”
“Put yourself inside of me,” I whisper. “Please.”
I feel the tip of Wyatt’s cock at my entrance, and I instinctively hook my legs around his back, which causes him to moan. Everything in my core tightens as a deep growl escapes his throat. He pushes a bit, and I bite down hard on my lip as I get used to the fullness.
“Breathe, baby,” Wyatt reminds me, gently kissing my face.
I take a breath and he plunges in a bit further, his fullness stretching me.
“Fuck,” he gasps, dragging out the word. “You’re so fucking tight. God, I love the way you fucking feel.”
Wyatt begins moving inside of me. Carefully. Slowly. Tears fill my eyes, not from pain, but from the way Wyatt is loving me right now.
With care.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
Wyatt eventually begins to move faster, and then he slips two fingers inside me, and I cry out in pleasure as he pumps in and out of me, harder and faster. I’m distracted from pain by pleasure in the way he’s stroking me with his fingers in the exact right spot.
“I’m going to come,” Wyatt says in between pants.
“Me too,” I gasp, my fingernails digging into his biceps.
I come first, clenching around Wyatt, and a strangled cry escapes his throat.
His orgasm leaves him shaking and shuddering, and I hold on to him as it rockets through him.
Then he collapses against me, his hot, damp skin against mine.
I find his hair and brush it with my fingertips, and I try to hold back my tears.
They’re not tears of sadness or regret or pain. They are tears of joy.
Because my first time was perfect.
All thanks to the man who is in my arms right now.