Page 109 of Strike Zone

My spine tingles and tightens as he pulls every bit of pleasure he can from me. “Wyatt,” I moan his name, and my hands dig into the sheets. "Don't stop." I can feel him smile against my thigh as he moves away from clit. I need to stop warning him that I'm close. He does this every time. "I said don't stop." I try to redirect his face, but he slaps my hand away.

He flattens his tongue and leisurely roams at my core. "You know, for someone who eats every meal with Flash like speed, you sure do take your time with me," I say annoyed and desperate.

"That's because you're the best thing I've ever tasted. Don't worry, baby. I'm going to let you come. But first, I'm going to enjoy my favorite meal of the day." He squeezes my thigh.

This time he immediately does the thing I like with his mouth where he alternates licking and sucking on my clit. My heels dig into his flesh and my back bows as I climax.

“We’re going to have to do that a few more times before tomorrow morning,” he says, kissing me and lifting me off the bed. I'm so relaxed I'm basically dead wait. Once we've settled back on the mattress, I flex my hips, rubbing myself against his erection. “Is this okay?” he asks, the tip of his cock waiting to enter my pussy.

“Yes. I’m clean. I’m also on birth control.”

“I’m clean too. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. Fucking hell,” he groans, sliding inside. Wyatt rocks his hips back and forth making me feel so full. “Your pussy is so greedy for me, birdie. Look at the way you pull my cock in. Just like that.”

“I need more.” I’m already so close. My nails dig into his back. He will have scratch marks in the morning, but I can’t help it. This orgasm is strong and intense—my toes curl and I see stars.

He pulls my legs up over his shoulders and thrusts into me in quick succession until he is groaning my name and cumming inside me. Wyatt covers me with his body. His elbows rest on either side of my face.

I graze my fingers up and down the sides of his body while he pushes my hair out of my face. “I’m going to miss you. Not sure I can make it two months without you.”

“You were prepared to move to California a few weeks ago.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight. Ain’t no way I would have been able to do that. That was never a viable choice after I met you. It died the minute you started throwing insults my way. I was fooling myself for even considering it still.”

Wyatt slips out of me and rolls me onto my side. He kisses me on my shoulder and pulls me tight against his chest. “It’ll be alright, birdie,” he says when my first tear falls.

“I’m a mess. I’m falling apart. You’ve reduced me to pieces,” I whisper, wiping tears off my cheeks.

“Baby, you can always fall apart with me. I’ll pick up every single piece and carry it for you. You’re not alone anymore.”

Sometime in the middle of the night, Wyatt woke me up and made love to me. He moved carefully in and out of me as if he was afraid one of us would break irrevocably.

With every kiss he said I love you.

With every touch he said I’ll miss you.

With every thrust he said don’t forget about me.

“Fly back to me, birdie,” he whispers into the hollow of my neck while I cling to him for dear life.

It’s an easy promise to make and one I don’t intend on breaking.

WILLOW & WREN

WILLOW

I don’t know what’s going on with you and Wyatt. It isn’t my business but that’s never stopped me. I thought you should see these. Hurry back to him. He’s a mess.

FWD TEXT FROM WYATT

She’s impossible.

FWD TEXT FROM WYATT

You should hear the music she listens to.

FWD TEXT FROM WYATT

It's terrible.

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