Page 109 of Wild Side
“Yeah, it was?—”
I add a second finger and twist into her, thumb grazing her sensitive clit. I can’t look away as she writhes above me. Last night only proved that I get off on watching her, and this is no different.
“Let me guess, you hate me? And that’s why you’re fucking soaked for me.” I’m smiling when I say it, but the sincerity in her voice wipes that smile away.
“No, I don’t hate you at all. Andthat’swhy I’m fucking soaked for you.”
My head snaps up, and there isn’t a single touch of teasing on her features. She means it. And it stirs something inside me. To know she sees me. To know she doesn’t hold a grudge.
This woman’s capacity for forgiveness is staggering. It’s what first pulled on my heartstrings, and it’s what has me hook, line, and sinker for her now.
It’s why I drop my head and go back to worshipping her right here and now. My fingers twist as I work her with my mouth.
“Rhys. Rhys. Rhys,” she chants as her legs strain and shake. And then I feel it. Her entire body goes rigid on a strangled yell. She pulls my hair hard but comes harder.
She sags against the door, tremors wracking her body, but I don’t let up. I keep going, steady and even, making sure it lasts.
Only when I hear her sigh and let out a soft, “Good god,” do I pull away. But it’s momentary. I spring to my feet and scoop her into my arms, carrying her only a few strides away to the living room.
“Not done with you yet, baby,” I murmur, placing her on her feet and bending her over the back of the couch with one firm palm between her shoulder blades. “Hold on tight. I don’t have the patience to go slow right now.”
Her fingertips sink into the soft leather, and I’m untying the waistband of my sweats when she looks over her shoulder to watch me. Eyes glassy, lips damp, ponytail all fucked up, pussy on display. She looks downright wild as she eyes me up and responds with a breathless, “I’m waiting.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as I yank on my pants, patience shot. “You know how fucking hot you are like this? How fucking perfect you look? How fucking distracted you make me? I should be working, and all I can think about isyou.” Her tongue darts out as I make quick work of my boxers. My cock springs free, and her gaze latches on to it immediately. I wrap my hand around it and pump once.
“Andthis. Been imagining this view while I fuck my hand for months now.” I run the tip through her wetness, smirking when I see her clench and shiver at the contact.
And as promised, I don’t make her wait. Gripped at the base with my opposite hand on her lower back, I feed my cock into her dripping pussy. Her forehead drops to the top of the leather cushion as she moans, and my mind goes blank at the snug, hot feel of her wrapped tightly around my cock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” Fully seated, I palm her ass cheeks and spread, watching as I draw back out, her pussy gripping me and leaving a wet sheen behind. “All tight, and wet, and bent over, moaning for me. That’s the dream, right there.”
A throaty, “Again,” followed by tipping her ass up, is the only response I get. And since I would give her anything she wants right now, I flex my hips and slide back in with a deep groan.
Her panting filters back as I fill her, fingers flexing and slipping against the leather. “This position is…” Her head shakes, and her muscles contract around my width.
“Is it too much?” I draw out and push in again, harder this time, drawing the sexiest fucking noises from her.
“No, it’s justdeep. I can take it.”
“Of course you can. Fucking look at you. You take it like you were made for me.” Again, I thrust into her, drawing a deep hum from her lips along with another shake of her head. “Let me hear you work for it, Tabby.”
“Holy shit,” she curses as I pick up the pace, hands sliding to her hips for purchase.
As if that was the permission she needed to get loud, the curses come more quickly, more breathlessly. Her whimpers turn to shouts. Her screaming, “Fuck,” turns to, “Fuck me harder, Rhys!” The sound of my hips slapping against her ass sets the pace as we meet each other stroke for stroke.
When she shatters, I feel it. I hear it. It’s harder and louder than the first orgasm, and my vision blurs as I follow her over the edge, pulsing in the vise grip she’s giving me. Even as I draw back, cum spills from my cock. It slips out of her pussy, and I don’t miss the opportunity to fist myself, swipe the white mess off her puffy lips, and push it back in on a long, slow stroke.
“Fuck, Tabby. Fuck.” My palm slides up the column of her spine as my eyes close and my head drops.
“Yeah,” is all she says as she goes soft over the back of the couch. “Tell me and my sacral chakra all about it.”
I chuckle, folding over her to press a kiss at the back of her neck. She smells like the laundry soap on the tank top she’s still wearing, and the lavender essential oil Gwen dotted on us all at the end of class.
When I stand and pull away, I watch a line of my cum trickle down her inner thigh and like the sight of it a lot more than I should.
She turns to look at me with a quirked brow. “Enjoying the view of the mess you made?”
“Promised I wouldn’t keep any more secrets from you, so…” I shrug. “Yeah, I am.”
