Page 31 of Wilder
I skim my hands over the soft sheet, then gingerly climb onto the bed to join Echo. Not at her side.No.There’s only one place I want to be. The need burns through me like a raging forest fire. I move so fucking slowly it practically kills me, but I don’t want to wake her.No, not yet, sweet Calamity Jane.
Lowering myself between her legs, my shoulders gently nudge her thighs. I’d have thought it’d wake her, but it doesn’t. Thinking back to the night of the break-in, I do remember Royal telling us that even though there was some psycho in her room with her, she’d never woken up. Not during the entire phone conversation he’d had with Royal. It’d taken Wilder going in to rouse her before she became aware of our presence in the house and what’d gone down while she was dead to the world.
A groan rumbles in my throat, and I lie there for several moments using one of her thighs like a pillow, while I gently place a hand on the other and spread her legs as far as I dare.Need you, love.Breaths rasp in and out of my throat as I contemplate what she’ll do when she wakes to find my tongue adoring her pussy. Trailing my fingertips from her knee, they glide along her velvety-soft inner thigh until they reach her center. I drag the back of my knuckle lightly over the lace. My throat goes dry, imagining the glory of the glistening pink skinthat lies beneath. A moan eases from between her lips, and I pause for the space of several heartbeats. Waiting. Unable to resist, I turn my hand, rubbing her clit through the panties with the pads of two fingers.Oh, fuck.The scent of her arousal winds around inside my head. Her panties are dampening at a fascinating rate.My Calamity Jane. So fucking perfect.
With my heart thundering, I lift my head, then tug the material to the side. Even in the dark, I can see a hint of the wetness. I inhale deeply. The scent of her is so fucking arousing it has my dick digging into the mattress below me. I stroke my fingers through the wetness, touching her in places I’m dying to put my tongue. She’s soaked, even in sleep. It’s like she knows I’m here, begging for a taste. My chest rumbles, but I hold back the groan that wants to rip from me. Applying pressure to her clit with my thumb, I slip two fingers inside her pretty cunt. As she continues to slumber, her pelvis shifts, chasing my touch every time I withdraw.She knows I’m here, even if it’s only her dreaming mind.
I’ll take her any way I can have her. Deep in my soul, I know the truth. She won’t deny me.And I can’t fucking wait any longer. I have to taste her. With one hand on the juncture of each leg, I hold her open, plucking the damp scrap of lace out of my way with a finger. She mumbles, in sleep, and it’s so damn sexy the way her body responds to me, I could never stop.She wouldn’t want me to.Ending the torture I’ve inflicted on myself, I run my tongue over her, moan, then go again, lapping at her pussy and intermittently sucking her clit between my lips. Every time she begins to writhe, I back off. Catch my breath. Begin again.
I dip my tongue inside her body, her heady scent completely overwhelming every thought of decency in my head. Plunging three fingers into her cunt, I lock onto her clit, sucking for all I’mworth. Her sweet pussy begins to rock against my face, seeking more.
More bold caresses driving her wild. More heated breath coasting over her skin. More of my tongue swiping languorously over her perfect pink parts.
More.Alwaysmore.
And then, her hands are in my hair. “Beckhaaam…” she pants, my name teasing from her throat and so full of longing I go from a flicker of worry at what she’ll think about what I’m doing to her tooh, fuck yesin a split second. She’s with me. Thank fuck for that. Her body stills as she sucks in a breath. “Beckham—” She never finishes whatever she was going to whisper into the night because she shatters, her body no longer her own. And that’s because she’smygorgeous girl. No one and nothing will ever take her from me. This I fuckin’ swear.
Her body trembles as she shudders through the last delicious seconds of her orgasm, and then she blinks, her eyes tracking every movement I make between her thighs as I flick my tongue over her and remove my fingers from her pussy. I rise, kneeling between her legs. My gaze cuts to hers as I slip my fingers into my mouth to suck them clean. The sweet-tart burst of flavor on my tongue is so uniquely Echo, I release a throaty groan. Keeping my eyes on her, I walk my hands up the mattress on either side of her until I’m hovering over her trembling body.
“You needed me?” she whispers, almost too softly to hear.
I nod, ghosting my lips over hers. “I did… I still do. Will you do something for me?”I have to know. Have to be sure she understands.She nods, and I only catch the barest glint of her eyes in the dark, but I would bet everything I have that her pupils are blown and she’s needy for me, too. More than willing. But can she handle this? I swing my leg over, climbing from the side of the bed and pull open the drawer in the small chest there.Aha.I grab onto the item I was looking for and lift it in front ofme. With a flick of my thumb over a tiny switch, the small pocket vibrator comes to life.
Her eyes widen. That’s got her attention. I squat down next to the bed, our eyes level. “I was wondering if you’d let me watch you play with your selfie stick.” I twiddle it between my fingers and arch a brow in question.
She muffles a laugh, but then apparently the thought of it gets to her because all of a sudden, her teeth scrape over the delicate skin of her lip. She maintains steady eye contact with me and holds out her hand. In the dark, I can only barely discern her swallow. “Like before?” The rise and fall of her chest has only gotten faster.
“Yes. Exactly like before.” The memory is seared into my soul. “You were so uninhibited. Never knew I was there until I was gone.”
Wetting her lip, she turns over onto her stomach. “I was like this.” She slips the vibrator beneath her, gasping as it makes contact. She squirms, then moans aloud.
I nod, my throat going dry and bolts of lust screaming through my body, zapping at my dick. My reply is mumbled, as I can hardly contain the urge to crawl on top of her. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” I groan, the sound rumbling from my throat as my chest heaves with anticipation.
Taking in my response, she asks softly, “Beckham, can I keep my eyes open this time or would you rather I pretend not to know you’re here?” Her curious gaze pins on me for a moment, and she pauses. I can tell she’s moved the pocket rocket away from her clit from her shuddered exhale.
I should have known she’d want to know the intricacies of what goes on in my head. And maybe I owe her that. But I’d been uncertain as to what she’d think of my request. It’s so fucking satisfying to realize she truly is okay with how my mind works and what I want and need from her.
Her brow arches. “Well?”
Do I want her to recreate the scene exactly? Or do I want her doe eyes on me while she drives herself toward another release? The answer comes to me in a flash. If I want her to know me, this is the easiest way. Biting down on my lip, I finally grit out, “Keep your eyes on me. I need you to see me, see all that I am. But everything else, do it exactly like you did that night.”
She nods her understanding, moaning as she begins again. In no time flat, the vibrations of her toy have her writhing on the bed before me, pelvis grinding into her hand. I watch eagerly as she recreates the scene, rearing up onto her knees and yanking the T-shirt over her head. The shimmy out of her panties is fucking exquisite as she fully bares herself to me before dropping back down onto the mattress and resuming. Her lips part—not in shock, but in satisfaction—as she brings her vibe down to touch her clit again.
I bite my fist, because goddamn. She moves sensually, like she’s searching for an answer. Hope. Salvation. And I can almost imagine she sees those things in my eyes. “You make me so fucking weak for you. You know that, right?” My voice sounds raw, my tone on edge. The throbbing of my cock increases in intensity. It’s agonizing. And so fucking heady it makes me want to stay in this moment with her forever, watching her lose her mind as the seconds tick by. “Does it turn you on that I’m watching you?”
“Yes.” The word is wrenched from her lips, and her breath is torn from her, one ragged exhale after another. Her gaze finally pulls from mine, landing on my groin, where my cock is threatening to erupt from my pants.
My jaw tightens. And suddenly, I don’t want this to be a one-way street. I shove the joggers down over my ass and grasp my dick. Even with my firm grip, though, it’s not enough. Not when Echo is right there. I stop abruptly. Bracing myself on the bed,I lean close, dipping my hand between her legs. I slide it slowly through her arousal feeling her heat and the tremors running through her. With a grunt of satisfaction, I ease back to stand beside the bed and wrap my pussy-slickened palm around my hard dick. I watch her reaction as I work it up and down the length. She lets out a moan, her fingers of her free hand clawing at the sheets as her body rocks.
I want her so fucking bad, but for now, I fuck my fist, rocking in time with her hips and leaking pre-cum every few strokes. I grasp my balls, tugging firmly, just how I like it.
With her eyes pinned to the motion as I jack my cock, she’s quickly losing control.
I groan with that knowledge, pumping faster and faster, andoh, fuck. I’m breathless. Our eyes connect, and heat races through me.No, no, no.I’m not ready to come yet. But Jesus fuckin’ Christ, this is what she does to me—makes me lose my goddamn mind. “Fucking hell.” I circle to the end of the bed with my chest heaving, then squat down. I watch her display of wantonness. Every glide of her hips as she rocks with her legs spread, affording me a glorious fucking view. “That’s a wet, wet pussy, Echo.”
She doesn’t say anything, only whimpers, body shuddering with an urgency that makes my dick throb. She peeks at me, and I swear her cheeks have got to be rosy pink by now, all flushed and gorgeous. I can’t wait to see that sex haze all over her face when we’re done and I?—
What the fuck am I waiting for?I rise, moving back to her side to flick on the light on the nightstand. Her eyes go wide at the sudden ease with which we can see each other. My eyes roam every inch of flushed skin as she pants, her attention dipping to my aching cock. “Fuuuck, you’re a pretty sight, Echo, all pink-cheeked with your green eyes glazed with lust.”
