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Her lips having barely left mine, she whispers, “Thank you.”

I don’t think anyone’s ever thanked me for an orgasm before. But she doesn’t need to thank me, I’d happily experience the euphoria of Aurora Jones coming apart for me any time.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, Princess.” I can’t stop the laugh that escapes as I take her hands and start leading her towards the door. “Now, show me where Pinky lives.”

twenty-four

Aurora

Ihave no idea how we got to this point. I’m following Wyatt up the stairs, completely naked, after having the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve never finished from oral before, but everything Wyatt did was heavenly.

And don’t get me started on the way he called me Princess. I don’t think I’ll ever hear that in the same way again.

I think you might be the most perfect girl I’ve ever met.

I’m still dumbstruck that this is all happening with him. That he wants me. The way he kissed me shattered everything I thought about him. About us. There was a clear hunger in his kiss, a roughness I expected, yet it was so at odds with how gentle and ardent he was with my pleasure. Like he was trying to prove something. Like he’d happily get down on his knees for me a thousand more times.

There’s a heady rush of empowerment that comes from that which I’m afraid I might just keep chasing.

Wyatt’s fingers are interlaced with mine as we enter my bedroom, and he leads me to the bed. He takes hold of my face, molten midnight eyes staring into my soul before he kisses me again and I lose all control, slackening in his grip.

When his tongue sweeps over my lips, I can’t stop myself from pulling his top up and over his head. I know I’ve seen his body before—even touched it—but God, feeling it like this is something else. Being held in his thick, muscled arms. Running my hands through his chest hair, down the faint ripples of muscles that carve up his torso.

Wyatt eases me up the bed and then… he pulls away, lips curving into a smirk when I moan from the loss of him.

“Where is it?” he asks, one brow raised. It takes me a second to remember what he’d said. He wants to use my vibrator. He’s not intimated by it.

Where has this man been my whole life?

Voice a little shaky, I nod to the bedside table drawer. “There’s condoms in there too.”

“Perfect.” He smiles, kissing my cheek as he climbs off the bed. He pulls my vibrator out of the drawer and tosses it over to me, eyes darkening as they trail over my body. “Show me how you like it.”

I swallow, that hollow feeling of desire building inside of me again. Pleasuring myself in front of someone is new territory for me, but there’s something about Wyatt that makes me feel so open, whilst also safe. Jake was always more guarded when I suggested using my vibrator during sex, probably not even realising the shame his reaction created for me.

I turn on the vibrator and press it lightly against my still-sensitive clit, circling. I’m not sure I’ve ever had two orgasms in one night, so I don’t know if I’ll get off again, but then I never thought I’d finish without my vibrator, so who even knows anymore.

Wyatt’s chest heaves as he watches me, slowly walking back to the end of the bed. His throat bobs when I let out a little whimper. I’m suddenly rubbing my clit faster as he takes off his jeans, and I can see him straining against his boxers. All those inches.

Oh God, I want Wyatt Hensley inside of me so fucking badly. This is absolute torture.

Wyatt finally pulls down his boxers, eyes never leaving me, then rips open the condom with his teeth and rolls it down his impressive length, making my mouth water.

I swear the thought of feeling him inside of me already has me close. All the muscles in my thighs are clenching like there’s no tomorrow. I wet my lips with my tongue, then bite down. He watches every movement.

Steadily, Wyatt climbs up the bed like a predator stalking his prey and kneels before me, thick thigh muscles bulging. He takes the vibrator, keeping it pressed against my clit and mimics the motions I was using. “Like this?”

“A little to my left,” I respond, and he follows my instructions instantly. I moan to signal when he’s hit the right spot. He’s watching me with something like raw wonder, and I rather imagine I’m mirroring his exact expression, because I can’t believe this is happening right now.

He shifts himself so that he’s leaning on one arm over me and settles himself between my legs, somehow managing to balance whilst still stroking me with the vibrator. He nudges at my entrance, the first contact making my body scream to finally feel all of him.

He slides his cock against me, teasing me. I whine, not even ashamed of how desperately I need him.

Bringing his lips close to mine, his pinewood scent and the whiskey on his breath filling my senses, Wyatt rasps, “Ask nicely.”

Oh Lord. I swallow hard. “Please, Wyatt.”

His eyes widen, then his lips capture mine, stealing away my moan as he slides into me. Every nerve in my body is suddenly exploding, pleasure rippling through me with his slow thrust. It takes a few long strokes for Wyatt to finally ease all of himself into me, filling up the emptiness that’s been longing for him.

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