Page 17 of Fake Spring Fling

I undo his belt, then unzip his pants. Looking up into his incredible green eyes, I let my hand wander down. This is what I’ve felt pressing against me in the night. Brushing me slightly during our hugs, and especially during last night’s incredible kiss. It’s different to feel the warmth of his cock branding my palm as I stroke gently along it, though. And it’s exciting that a shiver runs through him just from my touch, making his eyes glow.

He tosses my bra aside, then it’s my turn to shiver when he palms my breasts, thumbs fluttering against the nipples until they are tight points. My thumb slides over the head of his shaft, and I feel a few drops of moisture there.

His hands slide to my hips and I gasp as Wyatt lifts me, placing me on the bed. He steps out of his pants, leaving his boxer briefs on as he slowly pulls my panties down my legs.

He stares at me silently for a moment. “Breathtaking,” he finally murmurs.

Wyatt has found every excuse to touch me all weekend – sometimes because people are looking, sometimes to make a point. Now he’s free to touch me anywhere he wants, and he simply stares.

Then his head shakes. “Sorry. Just realized I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”

Oh my. This big, beautiful man is actually being…mushy.

I don’t know how I manage to keep dragging air in and out of my lungs as Wyatt climbs onto the bed, pushing my thighs apart. The heat of his palms against my skin drives me wild, then I feel the mist of his breath against my open pussy.

I love how much he wants me. Love the way he makes me feel. I love… If I had any brain power left, I would realize that I am completely falling in love with Wyatt. Even as he traces a line down the center of my folds with his tongue, it’s the warm glow in his eyes that makes me melt completely.

“So wet for me.” His voice is gruff. “And this little button…” His fingertip swirls around my clit, which is swollen with need. “So sweet and pink. Mmm.”

Then he digs in, licking me in a deep, almost frantic way that makes me grip his hair and dig my heels into the comforter. My pulse skyrockets as my lower belly draws inward, tension already building in my system fast and hard.

Every broken moan I let out seems to make him more determined. Having someone so focused on giving me pleasure is strange. I’m always serving others. I’m not used to the reverse.

He digs in even more, reading my sounds, my twitches, until he knows I’m right at the edge, falling over the cliff of this monumental climax. Falling for him.

By the time my back arches, shaking as I scream toward the ceiling, I realize that there’s no stopping these feelings I have for Wyatt.

I love him.

10

WYATT

“You taste amazing,” I mutter, licking my lips and staring up into Madison’s big, beautiful eyes. Her throat and cheekbones are flushed. Her breath is still ragged. And her fingers won’t unlock from my hair as she pulls me toward her.

There is zero mistaking what she wants.

I’m so hard that my shaft feels strangled in my briefs. Standing, I drop my final piece of clothing, and I swear my cock takes a big breath of fresh air.

I love every gasp and whimper as I clutch Madison against me, pulling us to the middle of the bed together. My knee spreads her thighs so my fingertips can explore her soaking pussy while I kiss her.

“That’s you,” I mutter. “Sweet and salty. The perfect flavor for a sassy gal like you.”

Madison moans as if I’m tormenting her as I flicker against her clit. When my middle finger slips inside just a bit, her eyes grow wide. “That…isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Really? Should I replace it with something else?”

She’s already nodding and pulling me on top of her. I’m desperate for her. Hungry to know what she feels like. To hear her chant my name as she comes with me.

I know what adrenaline and dopamine do to the human brain, but here, in this moment, I kick all the chemistry to the curb. This doesn’t feel like science. It’s pure magic.

My cock has already found its way to her pussy as I drag up and down, teasing us both. She’s so soft that it makes me seem even harder.

Her hand slides down my side, then grabs my ass firmly. “What’s the matter, Wyatt? Suddenly shy?”

“Not at all.” My hard body brushes against her soft curves as I lie over her, my hand slipping into the back of her hair. “I just don’t want to hurt you, darlin’. And I want to be damn sure you’re ready for this.”

She pulls my ear to her lips. “I’m ready.” Her eyes meet mine with a shy but seductive smile. “And I want you.”

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