Page 39 of Bones

He kissed me, soft and tender, then looked down at me and waited until I gave him a nod, letting him know that I was okay to move forward. He waited a moment, giving me a chance to change my mind, then lifted off of me and started taking off his jeans. I watched in awe as he lowered them down his hips. He was beautiful. From his perfectly chiseled chest to his exquisitely pronounced V, he was a sight to behold.

The man was truly beautiful.

Before tossing his jeans to the floor, he took out his wallet and began searching for a condom. Once he found one, he slipped it on, then looked down at me sprawled out on the bed. “You’re amazing, Elsie. Absolutely amazing.”

I continued to watch with eagerness as he lowered himself back down on the bed. He hovered over me for a moment, looking into my eyes with one of his soul-searching stares, then he slowly positioned himself between my legs. I inhaled a quick breath when he raked his cock against me.

I knew what was coming. I knew there was a chance that it would be painful, but I didn’t care. I was so lost in the moment that all I could think about was the all-consuming need I felt for him. He reached between us, then centered himself as he said, “I’m going to go slow, but I can’t promise that it won’t hurt a little.”

“I’m good... Don’t stop.”

He nodded, then slowly inched forward. I felt a slight sting, but not enough to take away from the moment. I just needed a second to acclimate myself. After a couple of deep breaths, I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move, matching the rhythm as I rocked my hips against him.

Bliss. Pure bliss. I had no idea it could be so good, and I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to let myself feel every erotic sensation. But Wyatt had other plans.

A deep growl vibrated through his chest as his pace quickened, becoming more demanding and intense with each shift of his hips. The muscles in my abdomen began to tighten and without thinking, my legs drew up beside him. My fingers grasped his biceps as I held on to him, bracing myself for the next wave of pleasure that crashed through my body.

With one deep thrust, my orgasm jolted through me, and I was left shocked and shuddering from the intense pleasure. I was completely spent, but he didn’t stop. Not even close. He drove into me again and again until he found his own release, growling out like a satisfied bear as he lowered his body onto mine. I lay there limp beneath him, listening silently to the rapid beating of his heart. Just as it began to slow, Wyatt eased off of me and rolled over on his side.

After a couple of deep breaths, he disposed of the condom, then slipped his arm under me and pulled me close. I laid my head on his chest and sighed. He immediately turned to me with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m good.”

“You’re sure?” he asked with concern. “You don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine, Wyatt.” I gave him a warm smile. “In fact, I’m more than fine. I had no idea it would be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that. It was incredible.”

“Yes, it was.”

While I was relieved that he’d agreed, I was curious to know if he thought things had gone as well as I thought they had. I leaned up on my elbow and tried to be casual as I asked, “Are you sure about that? Was it really okay?”

“It was more than okay, Elsie.” He eased forward and kissed me on the temple. “You had nothing to worry about.”

“Good.”

I laid back on the pillow and inched up the covers as I curled up next to him. We lay there quietly for several minutes, and I was beginning to think Wyatt had drifted off to sleep until he asked, “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

“Me either.” He sat up in bed and asked, “Do you want to watch TV or something?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

He nodded, then got up and collected his boxers from the floor. When he started to get dressed, I eased out of bed and gathered my clothes from the floor. I was about to go get cleaned up when Wyatt said, “Just a second.”

I waited and watched as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers. He tossed it over to me as he said, “This might be more comfortable.”

“Thanks.”

With clothes in hand, I darted into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit; then, I put on the clothes Wyatt had given me. I gave myself a quick check in the mirror, and after fixing my smudged eyeliner, I opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom. There was no sign of Wyatt, so I started down the hall and called out, “Wyatt?”

“I’m in the kitchen.” When I walked in, I found him standing in front of the refrigerator wearing only his boxer briefs and a wife-beater t-shirt, and he looked unbelievably sexy. A soft smile crept across his handsome face as his eyes skirted over me. “I like the look.”

“Thanks.” I could feel the warmth of my blush as it crept along my cheeks. “I like yours, too.”

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