Page 81 of Fear of Falling

He wasted no time in leaning in, latching his mouth around one stiff nipple while he massaged my other breast with his hand.

Having my nipples played with had never done much for me in the past, but the way Wyatt licked, sucked, and nibbled sent my back with pleasure. I gripped his shoulders, grinding my hips against his lap, as he moved from one breast to the other.

I could feel the wetness soaking through my underwear and dampening my jeans.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this turned on in my life.

“Wyatt,” I breathed, needing to feel more of him. All of him.

“What do you want, baby?” He pulled back and I whimpered in protest.

“You.”

“I’m already yours,” he said as he stood, cupping my ass with his hands, before gently lowering me until my feet touched the floor.

He unbuttoned my jeans and tried pulling them down, but my jeans were tight and didn’t budge. My lips twitched as he tugged harder, making me rock against him.

“What the hell are these made of?” he grumbled.

“Put those muscles to use,” I teased. The little glare he flashed me made me grin.

Wyatt sat on the couch, making it easier for him to yank my jeans off before casting them to the side. It didn’t escape me that with me standing before him, his head was directly in front of my pussy. My thin, purple underwear did little to hide how turned on I was.

If I’d known this morning that I’d end up at Wyatt’s, I would have worn matching lingerie.

Thankfully, my underwear seemed to be the least of his concerns.

“Look how wet you are,” he murmured, reaching forward and gently pushing apart my thighs to widen my stance.

Frozen in anticipation, I could do nothing but stand there, legs spread, as he rubbed his thumb over my panties, directly over my clit. My hips bucked, and I instinctively grabbed his head to keep myself upright. Wyatt gripped the front of my panties and yanked them upwards between my folds. At the sight, he growled softly.

Keeping his grip on my underwear he grabbed my left leg and lifted it up over his shoulder, spreading me open even more. I held my breath as he leaned forward, pressing his lips directly over my clit through my underwear, causing my eyes to roll back.

He’s barely touched me yet and I’m already coming undone.

I forced myself to look down and found him staring up at me from between my legs.

Damn, that’s hot.

Keeping his eyes on me, he pulled my underwear to the side and ran his tongue along my pussy in one long lick.

This is by far the most erotic moment of my life.

Wyatt continued licking my pussy, and he groaned into me, sending a rush of vibration through me that made me weak at the knees.

It was like just by tasting me, it unlocked whatever resolve he had left. All I could do was hold onto his head as he ate my pussy like a man starved.

I had no idea what he did with his tongue, but my toes curled into his carpet as my eyes closed with the bliss of it. Losing control of myself, I ground against his face, using his hair as my anchor. Any insecurities I’d had were long gone as I completely lost myself to his touch.

My legs trembled as he drew me closer to the edge. No one had ever made me climax this way before, and yet I was mere seconds away from coming all over his face.

“Wyatt,” I moaned, so close, when he suddenly pulled back. My eyes shot open as I gasped.

Wyatt stared up at me, licking his lips before giving me a satisfied moan. The lower half of his face had a sheen to it.

I’m literally all over his face.

“Why did you stop?” I panted, my body trying to come to terms with the sudden loss of his touch.

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