Chapter 30 - Elena
My back arches from the bed as a wanton moan slips from my lips, spurred on by the way he devours me.
Hands on my thighs caging his head, Wyatt passes his tongue through me, groaning softly like he’s gaining just as much pleasure from this as I am. That alone heightens my senses, bringing me closer to the edge.
He’s everywhere at once, sending sparks of sensation rippling through me.
Wyatt is gentle and thoughtful when he wants to be, but in these moments, he’s far from collected. Instead, he operates on base instinct, so immersed in it that I don’t know where I end and he begins.
His dark strands are already a mess, mussed by the endless paths my fingers create through them, gripping each time his ministrations make my stomach flip.
Even when I pull a little too hard, he doesn’t care. He just groans against me, letting me feel every agonizing vibration against me.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” Wyatt mumbles, flicking at my sensitive nub before exploring the rest of me, fingers squeezing into my thighs. “So perfect…”
When he gets like this, his every word and touch become reverent, acting like this is more about worship than mere release.
And I certainly don’t complain.
My panted breaths fill the room as I squirm, eyes shut, while I let myself go, not caring about being too much. With him, nothing is ever too much.
With the addition of his fingers, slow and coaxing to supplement, I arch deeper as every spark and knot join together, mounting too high for me to stand.
And with his head firmly between my thighs, the dam breaks, and I come in a rush of heat.
Wyatt groans against me again as I gasp, continuing his movements to guide me through it.
The bliss is immediately, flickering through me without hesitation, and I do my best to cling to it while the feeling lasts.
But just as quickly as it sets in, it ebbs, leaving me wanting even more.
Wyatt places several gentle kisses around my thighs while I catch my breath before he pulls up, looking disheveled and content in his own way.
Yet, beneath it, hunger lingers, having been set aside for the sake of my own pleasure.
He gives me a lazy grin, moving over me. “I should do that every day, just to hear you make that little sound when you fall apart.”
A combination of subtle embarrassment and amusement fights for real estate on my face, but my good mood persists thanks to him. “I won’t complain.”
“I’d hope not.”
Growing impatient now, I reach for Wyatt, pulling him closer until he practically drops on top of me, lips finding his.
He hums into it, easing into the embrace as his arms encircle behind my head, holding me close. He melds our mouths together, skin on skin, as he fits perfectly between my thighs.
After a moment, he grins into it. “Eager, hm?”
“Yes,” I rasp, vaguely impatient as I kiss him hard, fingers in his hair again. “After seeing you tonight at the restaurant… I need you.”
A faint shiver moves through him, and a low sound comes from deep within his chest. “Then you’ll have me.”
Without needing any prompting, Wyatt shifts my thigh to the side and moves his hips, slowly grinding against me.
Immediately, my body sings with pleasure, making me whimper into the kiss.
As much as it seems he wants to tease me, that sound is all it takes for him to give in.
Lining himself up, Wyatt slowly eases inside me, breath catching in time with mine.
I tense briefly at the influx of overwhelming feelings, still not used to the way it seems to grab me by the neck each time. Then I melt into it, arms sliding around his back to hold on. A soft moan leaves my mouth as my lips part, and my body reacts immediately.
Wyatt mouths at my neck, breaths hot and needy against my skin. He sinks in as far as he can, shoulders rippling with refined muscle beneath my touch.
For a beat, there’s nothing but this. Only us, the otherwise quiet room, and an undeniable heat that needs to be quelled.
Then, Wyatt shifts his hips back before sinking in again.
This time, stars fire off behind my eyelids while I cling to him, moaning like it’s the first time I’m ever feeling him like this.
Each slow roll of his hips, both deliberate and intense in their own right, makes me keen for him, body writhing.
“That’s it,” Wyatt murmurs just beneath my ear, swallowing back just how affected he is right now. One hand stays beneath my head while the other holds my thigh against his hip. “Feel everything I give you…”
Already delirious with lust and love for him, I arch deeper, concentrating on every second of friction between our bodies.
The moment he moves faster and deeper, unable to hold himself back, Wyatt’s sounds fill the room alongside mine, growing more shattered with every thrust.
Not caring about how loud I am, I moan and pant, nails biting slightly into his skin, encouraging him.
“Fuck, Elena,” he utters, nipping at my neck before focusing on his movements.
A thrill moves through me at my name on his tongue, breathless and far more sinful than it has any right to be.
Unable to resist, I start to move in return, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts halfway.
At this, Wyatt falters, breath catching from the influx of sensations. He groans, but just tightens his hold on me and drives forward faster and harder.
We both groan, losing ourselves in the rush of it all, listening to the rhythmic thumping of the bed frame against the wall.
When Wyatt hits that perfect spot, sending me careening over the edge, my moans pitch higher, and my thighs tremble against him. My breath catches as I break, gripping him so tight that he hisses quietly against my neck.
But even as my orgasm crashes over me, he still moves, letting me milk every second of it.
Ecstasy hits me harder than I can register it, skirting the line of blacking out the rest, save the way I cry out for him.
With a few measured thrusts, beginning to lose his rhythm as he falters and he breaths harder, Wyatt grunts against my neck, stiffening before he follows suit.
The warmth that fills me breaks through my pleasant haze, making my breath catch as he slumps above me.
For a long moment, it’s just us, the fluttered beating of our hearts pressed together, and our heavy panting. The bubble surrounding us is so warm and comfortable, and nothing in me wants it to end.
Wyatt shifts a bit, pressing a line of soft pecks up my neck before reaching my kiss-swollen lips. He places one there next, pulling a lazy smile for me.
“That was quite the reward just for being good.”
I huff out an amused breath, feeling as he rolls us over, letting me perch on his chest. I trace idle patterns along his chest. “It was a big ask…I figured you deserved it. Although you were still spoiling me.”
“Guilty,” he hums, voice slightly rough still as he leans in and kisses me again, tender and slow. “I can’t help it.”
“Good. You better not stop.”
“With you? I wouldn’t dream of it,” he teases, brushing his nose against mine in a soft touch. “You’ll have to push me off you before I willingly stop.”
A warm, fluttery feeling moves through my chest at that, and I slowly run my fingers through his hair. “And if I ask you to do it again tonight?”
His grin pulls, mischievous and more than willing. “Then I’ll ask you when to start.”
Liking the sound of that, I smile back at him. “I hope you’re prepared to be up all night.”
“For you, gladly.”
Without needing to second-guess it, I already know he means it, and that tonight won’t be for sleeping.
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THE END