Page 5 of Forging Legacy

He sniffs, and my cheeks heat. But he’s not turning away in disgust. He looks like he is about to have a stroke from pleasure, somehow. “It smells like a pussy, Fern.”

“Okay, but … you like that?”

He dips a finger inside me gently, and I suck in a breath. I bear down on him involuntarily, arching my back to see if I can get any friction where I need it on my clit. “I like it a lot, yeah. It smells like you’re turned on, and I really like that.”

Well, I can’t argue with him. If I hadn’t been turned on before, the sight of him staring at my body with hooded eyes, blown pupils, and reverence would have me dripping all over his sheets. Who am I to deny him something he apparently likes, right? Right? Maybe if I had more experience, I wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. Before I can protest again, Wyatt licks me again, slowly, his tongue flat and wide, and deliciously warm. “Oh, wow. Okay. Yes. Ohhhhhh wow.”

Wyatt licks and thrusts his finger in and out. His hands are somehow everywhere on my body, all at once. I feel his fingers on my thighs, my nipples, my folds. I feel his tongue lapping and pressing until I’m a coiled spring of need. I realize my legs are pressed hard against his head, smothering him perhaps, but I am powerless to do anything but fist the sheets. I moan as he licks and glides and sucks until I’m tipping over the edge. Electric shudders roll through my body, lifting me up and out of my consciousness. I think I’m shouting his name. I think I’m squeezing my legs together in time with my waves of pleasure.

I drop a hand lazily to my stomach, and my eyes drift close. I stop moaning, switching over to a gentle hum as I enjoy the small aftershocks rumbling through my body. When I open my eyes, Wyatt is standing in front of me shirtless, dropping his jeans, palming the bulge in his boxer briefs with one hand as he wipes his mouth with the back of his other. I blurt, “Jesus. You look filthy. Like sexy-filthy. Sorry.” I move to sit up, but Wyatt shakes his head, crawling over me like some sort of jungle cat predator.

“I am filthy, Fern.” I scoot up the bed ‘til I’m near the pillow, and he bows down, giving me his weight and kissing me, and wow. I definitely taste myself on his lips. My eyes widen in shock. He frowns. “What?” When I can’t say anything, he smiles. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that for you before? Made you come with their mouth?”

I shake my head, and his smile widens. “They’ve been missing out. You taste incredible.”

Before I can ask him if he really means that, he juts his hips against mine, and I feel the thick rod of his erection. Is he hard like that for me? From getting me off? My blood fizzes at the thought that he enjoyed smashing his face in my sweaty snatch, especially as he starts groaning again, pressing his big hands into my boobs. “These feel so incredible. So soft. Your body is like a dream, Fern.”

Wyatt rocks his hips against mine while he praises me, and I wrap my ankles around his knees, knowing I’m so wet that I’m getting his underwear damp. “Take these off,” I tell him, like I know what I’m doing, and I start sliding the cotton over the swell of his ass and holy shit.

He wriggles out of his boxer briefs, and I look over his shoulder to see the most amazing backside. It has dips in the sides where the taut muscles of his legs meet those solid glutes. I press my palms into the dips, my fingers digging into his cheeks, and wow, I can feel the whole rigid length of him rubbing against my heat.

I tuck my chin and adjust myself on the bed because I want to see it between us, want to know what an erect cock looks like in person, and it’s better than I imagined. Wyatt’s shaft is long and darker than the skin of his butt. The uncut tip glistens with a bead of moisture, and I can’t tell whether it came from me or him. I reach for it, amazed at how warm and smooth it feels in my hand, yet also impossibly hard. I rub the liquid on the tip with my thumb, spreading the fluid around the shiny head as he nibbles my ear and squeezes my boobs. Everything feels so good, so much, so amazing.

Wyatt rolls to one side, and I see him fumbling around the drawer of his nightstand . He pinches a foil packet between his fingers and moves to tear it open. I sit up. “Can I do it?” I am overcome with a burning desire to be the one to roll the condom onto him, to feel it snugly in place before he slides inside me. I’m not worried about pain, somehow. I’ve used toys in the past … a lot, of late. And I know my body is soft after he made me come that hard.

I’m throbbing with anticipation, with the need to have this part of him inside of me.

Wyatt stares in silent wonder as I take my time lining up the condom, rolling it down him slowly. When I glance up to meet his eye, we smile at one another like we just achieved something together. I have a moment of concern that I don’t know what he likes, but then he asks, “You ready, Fern?” Wyatt runs a finger along my jaw again. I realize he already has things he does that turn me on. And he seems to like my enjoyment.

“Yes, please.” I lie back down, settling onto the pillow and tipping my thighs open as he crawls back between them. Wyatt keeps his gaze locked on mine and uses his hand to line himself up, and then … it’s happening. I feel him sliding inside, a burst of fullness followed by a pinch and then exquisite satisfaction.

Chapter5

Wyatt

I freezewhen I’m inside Fern, overwhelmed by the sensation and intensity of our connection. I stare down at her with my weight on my hands. She winces briefly but then seems to love what she’s experiencing because I can feel her pulsing around me, drawing me in deeper. “Oh, yes, Wyatt. Please. Yes.”

Fuck, this woman is so damn hot. She’s like a creamy, delicious dessert, all curves and softness, wrapped entirely around me with her arms, legs, and velvety pussy. I could drown here, happily, enveloped in the tangy sweat of her. My sheets are going to smell like this for days, and I’m going to fall asleep achingly hard at the memory of how this feels right now.

I let her have a little more of my weight, and I think she likes that because she pulls me tighter against her torso. And then Fern starts moving beneath me, rolling her hips, muttering my name, spewing profanity. “Do you need to come again, beautiful? Is that what’s wrong?”

I grin at her as her eyes fly wide, and she nods. “Yes. Please?”

“You don’t need to beg me, Fern. Fuck, you feel good.” I adjust my weight so I can touch her, reaching between us to press a thumb into her clit. She’s so damn responsive. I can tell immediately when she likes something, which gives me so many clues about when she doesn’t. It doesn’t take me long to find the pressure and rhythm she needs to go wild. “You’re making me lose my damn mind, Fern.”

She seems beyond speech, thrashing beneath me. At one point, she sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and I can feel her coming, pulsing and squeezing around me. I can’t hold back anymore. I put all my weight on my forearms and start rolling my hips with full intensity, driving her into the mattress, grunting like an animal until I feel the ball of white-hot pleasure building at the base of my spine.

Fern reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls, her expression pure sex. The feel of her, and the look of her, and the sound of my name on her lips sends me over the edge. I’m coming into the condom, pulsing inside her as I press my forehead into hers until I’m totally spent.

My chest heaves as I try to calm down. Fern traces a lazy hand through the hair on the leg I have bent up over her hip. I press a kiss to her forehead and her eyes fly open, almost like she forgot I was here. I smile down at her, wanting to stroke her hair and hold her tight. Which is insane because I never want to do those things. We just had a one-night stand. I should be itching to get her out of here so I can shower. “Hey,” I say.

“Um, hey.” She bites her lip and looks around. “I … should probably go.”

“I’m still inside you,” I point out, although I slide out when she shifts to sit up. I reach for her hand. “If you give me twenty minutes, we can do an encore.”

Fern huffs out a laugh. “Twenty minutes, huh? That’s the recovery period?”

I shrug and kiss her cheek. “Don’t go anywhere.”

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