Page 90 of Concealed

I crave watching him come undone, and can’t wait to wrap my mouth around his big, thick cock. The desire to give someone else pleasure has never been stronger, and it will be far from a chore. I can’t wait to serve him, to taste him, to lick every square inch of him.

When his gentle teasing pressure drives me to the brink of insanity, my body bucking desperately to get more friction, he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks firmly while stroking me with his tongue.

Oh, God.

“He’s not here, babe. It’s just me.”

I didn’t even realize I spoke out loud, but now a breathless laugh leaves my lips. “Cocky bastard.”

“Good thing you love my cock.”

His teeth graze my clit as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to reach a spot deep inside me that no one else ever has.

It’s completely unexpected, but everything inside me tightens to a crescendo, my back arched like a bow. For the first time in my life, a guy makes me scream as an orgasm rocks through me, my entire body shaking wildly.

“Wyatt,” I moan, and my voice is far away as though I’m underwater.

He continues the pace, but he’s groaning now, licking me with vigorous intensity, until I ride out every last wave of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

When he stands, I’m no longer averting my gaze from the happiest place on earth. My eyes are glued to the solid V of muscle encasing the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.

He’s swollen as hell, the head engorged and dripping with pre-cum. When he catches me staring, probably with my mouth hanging open, he gives his cock a few strokes, priming it for me.

“Come here,” I whisper.

Even though I just came and my body is still riding the aftershocks, I already want him again.

I will never stop wanting him.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he sucks the fingers that were inside me. “Love the way my girl tastes on my skin.”

Holy shit, this man is so hot it’s not even possible.

This moment is suddenly too intense, and I flip to my hands and knees, giving him a view that I hope he can’t resist. By how quickly the mattress dips with his weight, I’m guessing my plan worked.

“Damn,” he groans. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”

Wyatt slaps my ass before kissing the base of my spine, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending electric current along my nerve endings.

He’s at my opening, but he’s just rubbing slow circles around me with the head of his cock. He’s teasing me, and all I want is to be full of him.

I try to lean back and take him inside me, but he pulls away.

“Wyatt,” I moan. “Fuck me. Please.”

“You’re going to be my undoing, woman.” His baritone rumbles across my skin, and through the haze of wanting him, I’m silently hoping his words are true.

I hope that I’m enough.

And not just for tonight when we both crave the connection – for the long haul.

He flips me to my back, and the emotion blazing in his eyes makes me think I will be, and that maybe I’m exactly what he never knew he wanted, too.

“I need to see you,” he murmurs.

He caught me and isn’t letting me hide. There will be no escaping the intimacy of what we’re about to do, and of what this step means for us and the future.

There will be an us.

---