Page 24 of A Man in Uniform

We shift deeper onto the dock, and Wyatt lays me back, our lips never breaking. Climbing between my legs, his fingers move down my ribs, and back up to my face. He touches me with such tenderness, I shiver inside.

“I've missed you so much, Story,” he says as he kisses me.

Arching my back, his hand slides up my shirt and finds my nipple. He pinches it gently, coaxing a moan from me. I kiss him back harder, fiercer, unhinged like a caged bird. I'm ready to spread my wings, I'm ready to fly.

Wyatt reads my cues, his hands finding the button on my shorts and tearing it open. Stuffing his hand in my shorts and down my panties, he cups my mound. Smiling into our kiss, he says, “You're fucking soaked.”

“You make me wet, Wyatt, you've always made me wet.”

He slides a finger between my pussy lips and he dips it in my entrance. “I've been thinking about your pussy.” Wyatt runs his finger around my clit as he says, “I can't get you out of my mind.”

“You never left mine.” My eyes meet his, full of need. I'm ready to end this ache between my legs, eager to satiate the throb.

I hear the sound of metal teeth, and Wyatt shifts on his knees. Gripping my shorts, he starts to pull them down my thighs, so I lift my ass to help.

Spreading my pussy with his engorged head, he presses himself against my entrance. I know I should think about protection, and it's there, a fleeting thought before he thrust his hips and his cock stretches my walls as he buries himself deep.

Goosebumps shoot down my skin, and I dig my nails into his back. “Fuck, Wyatt,” I say, my voice almost nothing but air as he stills above me.

Brushing loose strands of hair away from my face, he looks down at me and I see something in his eyes. It's alive, breathing, filling him with a look I thought I'd never see again.

Love.

It's love. I know that look, I could never forget it.

My fingers slip under his shirt. I trace the pads of my fingers up his back, and then run them back down. His muscles are hard as marble, like he was cut from stone.

He pulls back, and drives in with purpose. Pistoning his hips, Wyatt fucks me like the man he is and not like the boy he left behind. In my mind I've always remembered the boy who took my virginity. But this man, this man is far more wicked than I expected.

Grunting, Wyatt drives his cock faster, deeper, and I feel his balls slap against my pussy, hitting my swollen clit. A light sweat breaks across his forehead, and small beads of sweat trickle down his temples.

Picking up the pace, my pussy squeezes around his cock, milking him with each pulse. My pussy holds him tightly, I'm hungry, unwilling to let him go.

I'm aching for him, my body pushing back against his as he throws himself in deeper. Every moan makes his dick twitch, and my body quivers for more.

My head dips back, eyes closing tight as my lower belly begins to tremble. Colors shoot across my brain, electrifying my nerves. The impulses create a heat in my gut, and send lighting to my core.

Arching my back, I press my lower back into the wood of the dock, and wrap my legs around his hips.

“Fuck, Wyatt. Fuck me harder, fuck me and don't stop.” The airless words float over his shoulder, and get lost in an explosion in the sky.

The sky starts to light up with colorful blasts, and the noise drowns out my moans. Thrust after thrust, I rock my hips up, meeting his cock with a thrust of my own. My spine rolls up, nails clawing down his back as I cum.

Wyatt grunts loud in my ear as he gives one last pump. Warm come fills my pussy, and a sense of calm fills me on the inside.

He's the only man I could ever picture myself with.

The only man to ever make my heart skip a beat.

Wyatt is my future. He's always been my future.

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