Page 59 of Taming Georgia

His tongue picks up speed, and the surge of pleasure starts building, more intense now. I’m out of my mind. Heated sobs exit as I cry into the lust-filled space. The explosion starts in my toes and then shoots upward until my entire being is bursting with bliss. Wyatt pushes me over the edge, and I fall.

I succumb completely to the experience, taking in as much as my body will allow. I want it all. My knees buckle, and I feel myself going down, but Wyatt holds me up. He lifts me into his arms as my body hums with the aftershock of gratification.

I don’t have the strength to open my eyes as he carries me out of the kitchen.

“Is this yours?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

I crack an eye open to see my bedroom.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Wyatt lays me down on the bed and removes his jeans.

“Do you have condoms?” he asks.

I point toward the top drawer on my night table. I open my eyes to see Wyatt covering his length with a condom, and I’m immediately on fire once more. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Wyatt’s naked body.

Holy hell.

He’s atop me now, his arms against the bed on either side of me. The tip of his length is against my opening, his stare burning into me.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes. Please,” I plead.

Wyatt enters me in one quick movement, and we both groan.

“Fuuck,” Wyatt cries out as he thrusts into me.

He pushes my legs back. Grabbing my ankles, he holds my legs on either side of my head. I’m completely open now, exposed to him, and when he pushes into me, I feel him so deep that it aches. I cry out as he picks up the pace, hitting me harder and harder within.

I grasp at the sheets as my body desperately chases its release.

Wyatt growls my name, and the carnality in his voice sends me over the edge. He slams into me once more and holds me to him as our bodies quake in pleasure. His back is slick with sweat as my hands cling to it.

After we’ve come down from our orgasms, he rolls off me. We both lie on my bed, faces toward the ceiling, our breaths still coming out hard.

Suddenly, I’m very aware that I’m lying naked next to Wyatt, my first crush turned asshole.

Crap. I just had sex with Wyatt.

I pull the sheet that’s scrunched in a ball at the bottom of the bed up and cover us. So many emotions race through my mind. I feel like crying and smiling all at once.What does any of this even mean?

“Wyatt?” I say hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“Will you kiss me?” The question comes out before I can stop it. For some reason, I need the connection of his kiss. I need to know our actions of a moment ago weren’t a mistake.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he rolls over on his side. He reaches out and then pulls me toward him. Then, slowly, he presses his lips against mine.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I don’t even know why.

Wyatt’s kiss is soft and sweet. It’s over quickly. He doesn’t move away. Our faces are a breath apart.

He studies me, and I, him, searching for answers.

“You regret it. Don’t you?” he asks.

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