Page 37 of How to Say I Do
I was flat on my back, legs spread, my hands fisted in the pillow over my head. Wyatt kneeled between my legs, three of his fingers soaked in lube and working inside my ass. My cock was sticky hot against my stomach, and the glide of his fingers inside of me was as smooth as the sea.
“There, Wyatt. Fuck, right there.” The heat, the surge riding up my spine, curled around my bones. “Make love to me,” I groaned.
Wyatt rose and bent me double, and he captured me in a kiss before he hid his face in the side of my neck. “I’ve never done that before.” His breath was hot on my skin.
I cradled his cheek and guided his eyes back to mine. “Never?”
He shook his head. “Noël, I want too, but—” His voice split and died. I rained kisses into his sweat-drenched hairline. “I don’t have any condoms with me. I never thought, I never, ever thought this would happen—”
I kissed him again. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s okay.” Jenna and I had always used condoms. Models always do. And I’d never been with a man. “You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Wyatt. And there hasn’t been anyone else I’ve been with like that. Not in a long time.”
Honestly, half an hour ago, I wasn’t thinking he and I would end up here, but here we were, and—
His lips seized mine. His kiss tasted like a promise, something forbidden and irresistible. I could feel his heart racing, beating as wildly as my own.
Wyatt pressed me into the mattress and fumbled with our bottle of lube. He hovered above me, his eyes dark, hesitating before he slid his soaked fingers inside of me.
My back arched off the bed.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
Thepressure. My eyes fluttered. "Yes..." Oh God, the stretch of his fingers, and the fullness inside of me. It was indescribable. My mouth fell open. I pushed my cheek into the pillow.
Even with the lube and him fingering me open, the first press of Wyatt’s cock into me was a big shock. I breathed in—and in,andin—as he slid all the way inside. My eyes rolled back, and I clung to him, my fingernails digging into his skin. I could feel him all the way to my soul.
“Noël…” He panted into my cheek, my jaw. “Noël,Noël…”
I would have thought—if I’d ever really thought about this at all—that getting fucked would be more of a challenge. That it would be uncomfortable, and that I’d endure it, but probably wouldn’t enjoy it. Fuck,nothingcould be further from the truth. I opened beautifully to Wyatt, like I’d been made for him and he’d been made for me. We moved like silk on silk.
Wyatt rose to his knees. His hands wrapped around my ankles, and he lifted my hips off the mattress. He pulled out of me slowly, watching as his cock slid from my hole until only the tip was still inside me. His eyes were huge, his gaze locked on the place where we were joined—my hole stretched around his cock.
“Wyatt—”
He fucked back into me with a single, solid thrust. I shouted his name and dug my fingers into his hips, and he dropped a breathless kiss to my calf before he began to really fuck me. The slide of him into me, the thickness of him opening me. Fuck, the sounds we made, obscene and filthy and gorgeous.
I met him thrust for thrust. My breaths were punched-out moans, his name shattered on each of my gasps. We were sweat-drenched and slick, sliding against each other, skin slapping and needy. My toes curled until my feet cramped. I wanted, no, needed more. I was trying to climb him and fuck him and kiss him all at once, and I wanted him to fuck me and fill me up, own me. “Wyatt,fuck—”
Wyatt collapsed forward, caging me in his arms as my legs flew around his waist. I kissed him wildly, desperate and hungry. He slammed home on my prostate, again, again, again.
He moaned, thrusting harder, deeper, until he came on a cry, curling around me as his body shook apart. Wet heat burned me from the inside, and his lips moved over mine, still driving into me, trying to fuck me even through his orgasm—
My own yanked me out of the clear blue. Maybe it was Wyatt’s orgasm, or him coming inside me, or the thought that I, me, my body, had propelled Wyatt off the highest cliff he’d ever summited. His first, his only. Him, me. This bed, this night, us. My thoughts were a smear, a scorching blur too frantic to hold on to. I bucked against him, felt his cock thrust against my prostate one more time, and tore apart.
Waves crashed through his open patio door. Someone, surely, had heard us. I couldn’t summon a care. Apparently, neither could Wyatt, because he kept rocking into me like he wanted to keep making love, keep drawing out sighs and shivers from the both of us.
He dropped tiny kisses all over me, covering my forehead and my temples and my cheeks, moving from my ear to my jaw to my lips. He gazed at me like I had climbed into the sky and hung the sun just for him. If I could have, I would. I would have done anything for him in that moment. Hammer stars to the night sky or gather the ocean into a jar and give it to him to keep.
We shared the only pillow we could salvage from his ruined bedding. He traced his fingertips across my face, following the lines of my cheekbones and my eyebrows and my stubble. He wrapped one hand around mine, gliding his thumb over my sea-turtles ring. The beat of his heart moved in time with the crash of the waves.
Nothing existed beyond his touch and the starlit glitter of his eyes.
CHAPTER9
Wyatt
Liam and Savannahmarried beneath an arbor of hibiscus and white roses. Pearlescent sand, turquoise sea, and sun-bleached sky were the backdrop to the start of their forever. Savannah wore a simple white gown, light enough to float around her knees, with her hair loose and wavy on the salt breeze. Liam wore khakis and a tropical shirt and his cowboy hat, and his chin went wobbly when Savannah and Jason started down the shell-outlined aisle on the beach.
Jason escorted his mother, very solemnly, and then took his dad’s hand and stood between them. Sunlight wove through their fingers, glistening on Savannah’s smile and Liam’s teary cheeks. Halfway through the vows, Jason demanded to be picked up. Liam hitched him onto his hip. Savannah smoothed his wind-tossed hair behind one ear. The officiant asked if they each were willing to swear their lives to each other, to have and to hold, to keep and to cherish, to love and adore, until death did they part.
