Page 131 of Tempting Wyatt
I watch the residual tremors run though her, stroking her skin as I move to lie next to her. I run my fingertips gently over a tattoo on her side. Just before she curls into my side, still working to catch her breath, I make out the wordssomeday I would like to go homein feminine cursive surrounded by swallows in flight.
When I look up, her eyes meet mine.
“You good?”
“Better than good, baby. You okay?” I dispose of the condom in the trash can beside the bed.
Her smile could light the entire room. It’s the sun and the moon and every good thing I’ve ever seen in this life.
“I don’t think it’s ever been like that for me. That intense and all-consuming. I think I had an out of body experience there for a minute.”
“Just for a minute?” Kissing her neck, then nuzzling her shoulder, I pull her closer. “Guess I’ll have to do better on round two.” I tickle her ribs, unable to tell her the experience I was having. My thoughts are too heavy, much like my body atop her, I worry I’d crush her with them.
Her eyes go wide. “When is round two?”
I chuckle at her obvious excitement. “Whenever you want it to be, angel.”
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,when we take a break to hydrate and search my kitchen for sustenance, I see several jars of jam on my kitchen table next to a plate of fresh baked cookies. They weren’t there when I left to go fishing.
I turn to Ivy. “Aw, baby. Did you make this for me?”
Ivy smiles sheepishly. “Maybe.”
I hold up a small glass mason jar. “Raspberry?”
She nods.
“That happens to be my favorite,” I tell her. “Let’s taste it, shall we?” I open the jar of the raspberry jam and dip my fingers inside. Her eyes turn to molten lava as she watches me lick the jam from them.
“You gonna share, rancher?”
I grin, dip more jam from the jar then place my fingers against her lips. “Lick them clean, baby. Just like you do my cock.”
She complies, gaze burning into mine the entire time she licks, sucks, and fuckingdeep throatsmy fingers.
“Fuck,” I bite out, knowing I’ve never going to get enough of her. It’s a simple fact I can no longer deny.
I paint her sweet pink nipples with jam, then proceed to suck it off slowly. She whimpers, wobbling when her knees go weak.
Lifting her onto the counter, I spread her wide, bracing her heels next her bare ass.
“Oh my sweet, dirty, flexible girl.”
She grins wickedly up at me. “Told you the yoga was beneficial.”
Her pussy calls to me. I place a single swipe of jam on her clit, not wanting to cover the natural flavor of her that I love so fucking much. When I don’t lick it off right away, she pouts.
“Wyatt,” she whimpers, wriggling on the countertop.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
Her clit throbs noticeably. My cock stands at attention.
“Lick it off, please,” she cries, sounding pained.
“Since you said please, sweet girl.” I lower my head and swirl my tongue around, collecting her flavors along with thejam until she’s coming on my tongue. “So fucking sweet,” I groan.
Her delicious cunt pulses and jerks against my mouth. That honeyed opening begging me to fuck it once more.
