Page 63 of Heatwaves

I like the sound of that.

Before I get a chance to dwell on that, my thoughts are ripped from my head as I careen toward an orgasm that promises to be world-shattering.

I should be embarrassed about how easy it is for him to get me off. He’s been between my legs for mere minutes, and I’m already teetering on the edge, but what can I say?

He’s fucking magical.

“Fuck,” I scream out, back arching off the bed when Wyatt’s teeth close around my clit. Between that, his hands working my nipples over, and the magic he’s fucking me with, I’m a goner.

I come hard, squirting all over his face as his magic falls away, and he replaces it with his tongue. His magic continues to caress my body,making the orgasm draw out until he finally wrings every drop of pleasure from me, and I collapse back onto the bed.

He runs his tongue over my slit once more before moving up my body and kissing me. His face is wet from my release, and I taste myself on my lips.

It’s hot as hell.

“Gods, I love making you fall apart.” He grins as he pulls back, settling his weight on one of his arms while the other goes to my good leg. He hooks it over his hip as his cock slips between my folds. He covers himself with my juices before notching himself at my entrance. “I love you, Lila.”

Before I can respond in kind, he’s pushing inside of me and filling me so full I forget how to speak.

He kisses me as he slowly works himself inside of me until I’m taking all of him. He’s smiling when he pulls away from the kiss, his body still as it’s pressed against mine.

Neither of us says anything as he stares into my eyes, and I know this is going to be very different from every other time I’ve slept with Wyatt.

When he begins to move, it’s in slow, measured thrusts that feel fucking amazing. He sinks in deep with every movement, making pleasure zing up and down my spine.

His eyes never leave mine as he makes love to me.

His magic still lingers in the air, but I barely notice it while I stare into his eyes. His love shines through them, and I hate myself for ignoring this for so long.

At least I realized what he meant to me before I lost him. I can’t bear the thought of him not being in my life.

“I don’t know where you just went, babe, but keep your head in the here and now.” Wyatt doesn’t slow his movements as he speaks. “None of that matters. I want you here with me. Focus on me.”

What else can I do but do as he asks?

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I can’t move much because of my leg, but Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind.

Another orgasm is slowly building, feeling even more powerful than the last.

“Please, Wyatt,” I beg, though I’m not sure what exactly I’m begging for.

He kisses me. “Don’t worry, Lil. I’ve got you. I always have you.”

He picks up his pace then, pounding into me and swiveling his hips with each pass to brush against my clit. Still, his eyes never leave mine.

My nails dig into his back, slipping slightly from the sweat beading his body. Sweat drips down his face as he hitches my leg higher. He adjusts my hips slightly, hitting a new spot that has me screaming out his name as he slams into it repeatedly.

The slow-building climax races toward me like a train now. When his magic wraps around my clit, pulsing against it like the world’s best vibrator, I completely lose it.

I come hard, my body tensing as my mouth opens on a silent scream. It’s only then I break mine and Wyatt’s stare down, unable to keep my eyes open.

His teeth bite into the skin of my neck, surprising me with a bite of pain before euphoria takes over.

It feels like I come forever as Wyatt continues to fuck me until he’s spilling inside of me. He collapses on top of me, his tongue tracing across the bite at my neck.

Did he just…

“Fuck. Shit.” Wyatt sits up suddenly. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lil.”

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