Page 59 of I Found You
Wyatt grabbed my shirt—well, his shirt—and ripped it over my head. Before I could blink, his lips were on mine, his tongue expertly swiping through my mouth. His thigh moved between mine, pushing my legs further apart. A shameless moan escaped my throat when he lowered his body to mine, his massive erection pressing into my thigh. He had one hand on my rib cage while his other hand stroked along my collarbone.
He pulled back and looked at me. “If I go too far or if it gets to be too much, you have to stop me, okay?” He was looking at me so earnestly I nodded. “No, Maeve. Not good enough. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl,” he said, lowering his head to my clavicle. He sucked and nipped from my shoulder to the center of my chest. He kissed down my chest, each hand cupping and squeezing a breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched one of my nipples, and my head fell back onto the pillow. When his tongue followed next, I felt like I was floating. He lavishedone breast with attention with his mouth while he continued to explore my other breast with his hand. “Your tits are fucking perfection,” he said. The air felt cold on my now wet and sensitive nipple. He moved his mouth to the other side, showering it in equal attention.
I ran my hands along his shoulders and back as he dragged his teeth across my nipple, my nails digging into his skin. Between the growl he let out and the way his cock twitched against my inner thigh, I figured he liked it. I tried it again, this time lightly dragging my nails along the side of his spine.
“Fuck, Maeve,” he hissed. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He made me feel so powerful. So desired. I got lost in the feel of him as he continued his trail of kisses down my sternum, past my belly. Instead of taking my sleep shorts off, he pushed down on the bed and picked up his trail again on my thigh. Every once in a while, instead of a kiss, it would be a bite, smoothed by his tongue and followed by a kiss. I was writhing as his hands curved up my legs and gripped my hips.
With his hands on the elastic waistband of my sleep shorts, he pulled himself back up to my face, kissing me reverently. “Yes or no?”
I nodded, then answered, “Yes,” when he was still waiting for me. He brought his mouth to mine again, but instead of a kiss, he spoke directly into my mouth. “I’m going to make you feel so good, doll, you’ll never want anyone’s head between these thighs but mine.”
He sucked my tongue into his mouth and kissed me again. I was breathless, dizzy with lust, and he hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff. He sat up and grabbed my shorts, pulling them down my legs. His cock was so swollen the head was peeking out of his boxer briefs. I reached out to stroke him, wrappingmy hand around him through the fabric of his underwear. Wyatt let out a deep groan but pulled my hand away. “Not tonight. Tonight is about you.”
I wanted to tell him that I didn’t mind. That I wanted to make him feel good too. But all words scattered through space and time the second his finger swiped through my lower lips and circled my clit.
He inserted one finger into my pussy and pumped. My hips immediately lifted to meet him. He brought a second finger into me, and my eyes squeezed tight at the sensation.
“Open your eyes, Maeve. I want you to see how I worship you,” he said. He continued to pump his fingers into me. His other hand held my heavy breast, his mouth finding my peaked nipple. He never stopped and never slowed, pumping in and out in a punishing rhythm.
I could feel my orgasm building. “Don’t stop. Please, Wyatt, don’t stop.”
The heel of his hand rubbed against my clit, keeping the same rhythm as his fingers. I groaned his name, my hands scraping down his back as I came apart. He slowed his movements as he worked me through the tremors that racked my body, his lips coming to mine in soft kisses.
Jane whined. Wyatt and I both turned to stare at her, willing her to stay asleep, not daring to move a muscle. After a couple of seconds, she settled again, sleeping soundly, and we both let out a sigh of relief.
Wyatt brought his forehead to rest on mine.
“Holy moly. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I can’t think. What did you do to me?” I asked him.
His smile was pure sin as he sat up and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “That was only the firstone. Just wait until you see what else I can do to you.”
My eyes were wide, and my mouth hung open. “There’s more?”
“Only if you want me to. Yes or no?”
“Doyouwant to? You don’t have to do any more. That was incredible.”
“This isn’t a chore, Maeve. If it were up to me, my head would be between your legs every goddamn day.”
“Okay. But I don’t know if I can… you know… twice.”
He brought his mouth to my hip bone, letting his tongue lead a path down my pelvis. “Oh, you can. And you will.”
He placed a chaste kiss right at the top of my entrance before using the flat of his tongue to lap me up. He swirled his tongue around my clit, then impaled my pussy, fucking me with his mouth. My hips bucked into his face, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to feel the least bit embarrassed by my wanton display. I was trying so hard to be quiet, partly because I really, really didn’t want to wake up Jane but also because I didn’t want Wyatt to know just how much he affected me. Despite my best efforts, lewd noises kept escaping from me. His every touch was like fireworks.
“Fuck. Every sound you make is driving me fucking wild.” Wyatt’s voice was strained. His hands were shaking like he was holding himself back.
I had one hand on his head, and I threw my other arm back above my head. Wyatt looked up at me from between my legs, and his eyes darkened.
“Hold on to the headboard, doll. And don’t let go.”
I did as I was told, both hands now raised above my head. Wyatt moved so fast a startled yelp flew from my mouth when he sat tall on his knees and grabbed my rear. He flung my legsover his shoulders and brought my pussy to his mouth. I was completely lifted off the bed while Wyatt devoured me like a dying man. The orgasm that ripped from me was violent and visceral. I screamed out with abandon, no thought for anything other than this man before me and what he was doing to my body.
Wyatt lowered me back to the bed, kissing my thighs as he removed them from his shoulders. I would have moved them off him myself, but I couldn’t move. My entire body felt jellified. I had never, in my entire life, known sex could feel like that. And we didn’t actually have sex this time.
