Page 113 of Wyatt

Bare.

I’m about to make love to Sally bare. Nothing between us.

I’m in heaven. I can’t—I just can’t fucking believe this is happening. That I get to have her like this. Makes me feel like my chest is going to burst open at any minute.

Ducking my head, I capture her mouth in a kiss. I nip at her chin, kiss her neck.

She writhes beneath me, her hands curling into my ass and pressing me down so she can grind her pussy against my shaft.

I slip a hand between us. Slip a finger inside her pussy, thrusting it to try to stretch her a little.

She’s ready.

She’s still tiny here though. Extremely tight. Sally isn’t a virgin, but it’s been a while. I need to go slow.

She breathes my name as I finger her, pressing her tits against my chest. If only I didn’t want to impale her on a vicious thrust and come all over her.

I’ll do that next time. Right now, Itake it slow.

I lift my hips so I can take myself in my hand. Thumbing my head downward, I press it to her clit.

“Wyatt.”

I slide my head lower, notching myself at her entrance. “You’d best wait until I’m inside you to come.”

“I don’t—I can’t—please, for the love of God—” She gasps when I look her in the eye and push inside her an inch, maybe less.

She’s swollen, silky with arousal, but the pressure is already enormous. I search her face, heart thumping in my throat as I try to read her reaction. Her lips are parted, and her brows are curved upward, almost like she’s in pain.

“You’re—wow. Wait. I wanna do this, Wy, but…are you gonna fit?” she pants, looking down. “You’re so big?—”

“Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head, her hair swirling around her head like a dark halo on the white sheets. “Just feels tight.”

“You need me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

I reach up and take her hand, lacing our fingers. “It’ll fit, Sunshine. You just gotta relax.” I push a little deeper so that my broad head is all the way inside her. “Give it a minute. I promise it will feel good. You’re such a good girl, being patient. Taking me like this.”

Her other hand is on my arm now. She holds onto me, her grip fierce as she nods her head.I trust you.

Her eyes are on mine again.

Biting down on the inside of my lip, I sink a little further inside her. It’s all I can do not to howl at how fucking perfect she feels. The bareness of it drives me crazy. The hot, slick grip of her pussy is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I never fuck without condoms. Ever.

Had no clue the heaven I was missing out on.

Part of me feels like we’re being reckless. I’m being reckless, making love to a girl who’s taking off. She’s gonna take my heart with her when she leaves.

Another part—a deeper part of me—feels like I’m doing the right thing for the first time…ever.

I’m baringmyselfin a way I always believed would decimate me. Destroy me.

But I don’t feel destroyed. I feel put back together. And that’s making me question everything else I’ve always assumed was true.

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