She licks her lips, pleased.
I help her up from the floor, and once she’s standing, Ipick her up by her thighs and bring her down on the bed. I fall on her immediately like a man starved. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight with the scent of her cemented into my sheets.
I’m kissing her neck when I feel the pressure of her hand in my hair, pushing me toward what she desperately wants. I catch her hand with a chuckle and kiss the palm of it. “I’m going, I’m going.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Normally, I would kiss my way down her body, revisiting her breasts before making my way over soft skin stretching lower, but tonight I find myself impatient. Maybe it’s the amazing head she already gave me, maybe it’s my own adrenaline from the game, or the thrill of having her in my bed, but I make a beeline for her pussy.
When I pull her sweats down, I find that I don’t have it in me to tease her like she did me, I go right for it, not even bothering moving her panties out of the way at first. I put my tongue flat on her, putting pressure everywhere she needs to come.
“More,” she cries, and I lap at her until she’s wriggling on the bed trying to get her panties off. I help her and go right back to tonguing her, this time with more focused, tightened movements. I keep doing whatever pulls a reaction from her. “Oh fuck,” she cries, but I never slow down, never change the angle. I stay there, steady and exact, until her knees are so tight on my head it feels like she’s trying to pop it off my shoulders. She uses her legs as leverage to bow her back off the bed as she comes. I can feel her wetness coating me. I don’t back off until she stills beneath me. Only then do I pull away and lick away her sweetness off my lips.
She scoots herself back on the bed, making room for me to put my knees down. I shuck my jeans the rest of the way offand move over her. “Do you have a condom?” she asks, looking up at me from below.
“I don’t. I, ummm, I actually haven’t been with anyone since you left.”Since our kiss, but I don’t say it.
“Wyatt…it’s been five years? How?” Her tone is incredulous.
I look at her lips, swollen from my kisses, and then back into her eyes. “No one’s felt as right as you do, Nash.”
“You know that I’ve…”
“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to do the same. You had every right to do what you wanted with who you wanted.”
She pulls my face down to hers and kisses the life out of me. And I know,I knowthat things are not figured out between us. I know that we could wake up tomorrow and things might be awkward, but I’ll never regret this.
Not one second of regret.
Chapter Forty-Five
NASH
I can’t believe we’ve wasted all this time not doingthisbecause I thought he didn’t want me. He wants me and he’s proven it ten different ways tonight just by being with me and supporting me at the championship game.
I can taste the musk of myself on his lips as he slides his tongue over my teeth.
When Wyatt breaks our kiss, I say, “I’ve been tested since my last partner and I’m on birth control.”
“Okay,” he replies, but it comes out choked like he knows exactly what that means.
I sit up so I can kneel over him and take in his naked body laid out in front of me. I take my time soaking all of him in. All bare skin, only his slutty little chain with my initial decorating him. His chest is not only broad, but deep. He’s thick all the way from his shoulders to his chest to his torso, down to his magnificent cock standing ready for me. I love a man with some meat on him. You can keep those perfectly chiseled abs; I don’t want them when there are so many other parts of this man to appreciate.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he breathes, sitting up to wrap his arms around me.
“I know.”
“Can I fuck you now?” His gaze is on my breasts, his hands running along the course of my back.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I let myself be moved willingly as he pulls me by the thighs so we’re lined up perfectly. Then with a gentle hand under my butt, he turns to flip us, laying me on my stomach. A sharp inhale breaks through my lips when the tip of him pierces me. He swipes his thumbs over my hips in a comforting motion. “You can do it. You were made to take it.”
I’ve never felt so overwhelmingly filled in my life. There’s not a man, or a dildo, that’s ever compared to this. After he ruined me with his tongue, I didn’t think I could get any higher, but here I am flying over the skyscrapers in downtown, barreling headfirst into another orgasm.
He punches into me from behind, and between his strength and the pleasure, it’s all I can do to keep my hips up for him as he drives me farther and farther into the mattress. I keep my face in the sheets to cover the sounds of my moans while he draws almost completely out before rocking back in. A steady, perfect rhythm that drives me mad.
“Nash, I can’t–” His rhythm is stilted, like he’s so out of his mind with lust he can no longer find the beat.
“Faster.”