Page 46 of Light My Fire

“Okay,” I say breathlessly.

He rolls over me. He grins down. “Okay.” He kisses me, shifting between my thighs.

I part my legs and he settles against me, the length of his cock pressing against my pussy. That pressure against my clit feels delicious. I shiver and wrap my arms around him, pulling him even closer. I lift my hips and wiggle, instinctively trying to rub against that thick, hot length.

“Hang on, sweet thing,” he says. “Hang on.” He pushes up.

“Wait, what?”

“Condom,” he says, rolling off the bed. He looks back at me. “Condoms,” he amends.

“Oh.” I laugh softly. “Right.”

He strides, naked, into the en suite bathroom.

I blatantly gawk at his tight ass as he moves. Damn, this guy issogorgeous.

I would want him to be my first because of how sweet, and funny, and caring, and self-assured he is, but the fact that he is just outrighthotis such a nice addition.

He returns quickly, carrying a strip of condoms. He tosses them onto the bed beside me, but I barely notice because I can’t look away from his cock. And the way he carries himself with such confidence.

He climbs back onto the bed between my legs, his gaze locked on mine. He reaches for a condom, rips it open, and rolls it down the length of his erection.

He blows out a breath. “You ready for me, Brooke?”

I nod. “So ready, Wyatt.” I wiggle on the mattress. “Really.”

He looks so serious as he leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of me. “God, I’m so…” He trails off. “I’m so glad to be here with you like this.”

My heart squeezes. I lift my hand to his face. “I’m so glad I waited until this could be you.”

I see emotions flicker through his eyes, then he leans over, kisses me hard, then shifts back, and says, “Guide me in, sweet thing.”

I look down at his cock, then reach out and wrap my hand around him.

He groans. “Yes, Brooke, let me in.”

I tip my hips a little as I bring him forward. He presses closer and I feel the tip of him at my entrance.

“Might hurt a little,” he says. “I think? I’m not sure.” He gives me a little smile. “I’ll make up for it.”

“You already have,” I tell him. I put my hands on his ass and pull him close. “I want you, Wyatt. I’m ready.”

He breathes out again, and then slowly presses forward. He slides into me. It’s a strange feeling. Tight. A stretching. It’s good. Then a little painful. Then I shift a little and it’s better.Then it gets even tighter. I realize I’m breathing fast. I look up into his face and see how tight his jaw is.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He’s staring at me, and he lets out a sharp laugh. “Um… barely hanging on, to be honest.”

“Oh.” I frown. “What should I do?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s not bad. It’s… Jesus, you feel so fucking good. You’re squeezing me so good, Brooke. God, you’re… tight and hot and… I’m working on not thrusting and just… fucking your brains out.”

I can’t help it. I laugh.

“What?” he asks. “You’relaughing?”

“I’m just happy,” I assure him. “I love that you’re so into this. Iwantyou to fuck my brains out.”

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