Page 84 of Fear of Falling

With every moan of his name, Wyatt fucked me harder. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around his livingroom. I was so lost in how amazing he felt inside of me that the building could fall around us, and I wouldn’t notice.

“I need…” I trailed off, unable to form a complete sentence.

“Come for me, baby.”

All it took was a few strokes on my clit and I felt myself erupt. Wave after pleasurable wave washed over me as Wyatt continued fucking me. I had no sense of anything other than my orgasm as his cock and fingers sent me higher and higher.

Wyatt groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside me, and a split-second later, I felt him pulse inside of me. The intensity of it set off another orgasm.

Two? How is that possible?

His hand left my hair, coming to rest beside my head against the window as he leaned against my back. Our sweat soaked bodies pressed against one another. The two of us struggled to catch our breath as we came down from our highs.

My entire body left like Jello. My legs threatened to buckle at any moment. I could feel Wyatt’s cock twitching inside me every few seconds, and I knew the moment he pulled out I’d have cum running down my legs.

Slowly, Wyatt stood back up. I shivered as he softly ran his hand down my back to my ass. His touch was so gentle, such a contrast to a moment ago.

I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as he gently slid his cock out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I felt his finger run between my tender folds. “You look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you.”

The dirty compliment sent a shiver down my spine as I felt myself clench.

Wyatt lewdly fingered his cum back into my pussy and I moaned at his touch.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers.

My limbs felt heavy as I used what was left of my strength to slowly push myself off the window. As Wyatt wrapped a strong arm around my waist to support me, I tried to thank him, but I couldn’t speak.

I haven’t come that hard since…ever?

When I stumbled into Wyatt he chuckled softly.

“Here, let me help.” In one sweep, he held me in his arms and carried me towards the stairs. “Are you feeling okay?”

I smiled at the concern in his voice. “More than okay. That was…”Again, all words escaped me.

“Amazing?” Wyatt suggested.

“Amazing.” I echoed.

Effortlessly, Wyatt carried me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. The first thing I noticed was how clean it was. Definitely not what I expected of a bachelor.

Wyatt carried me into the bathroom, which was easily twice the size of my own, and lowered me carefully into a seated position on the counter.My body felt bare without him pressed against me, and I was tempted to wrap my legs around him so he couldn’t leave.

Instead, I silently watched him as he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the tap. Then he gently spread my legs once more and knelt before me. Out of everything we’d just done, watching him wipe me clean of his cum made me blush. Not like he hadn’t just seen every inch of me. Somehow, this was even more intimate.

Once Wyatt had taken his time making sure I was cleaned up, he leaned forward and kissed my inner thigh before straightening. He quickly ran the washcloth over himself before he stepped between my legs, his hands resting on the counter on either side of my thighs, caging me against him.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His eyes roamed my body, checking for any marks. Even if he had left any, I didn’t care. Never hadI enjoyed sex so much, especially when it was the first time with someone. Usually, it's all awkward and someone comes first and that’s it.

Not with Wyatt. Oh no, definitely not with Wyatt.

Part of me felt jealous of the girls before me, who’d taught Wyatt how to excel in bed. Honestly, I was jealous of anyone who was with him before. Yet, another part of me was thankful, because all that experience led to the best orgasm I’d ever had.

“You didn’t hurt me,” I said softly.

“Good. If I ever go too far, tell me, and I’ll stop immediately.”

“I know.” I pecked his lips once, twice, before leaning back on the counter, smiling softly. His eyes traced every line of my body.

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