Page 41 of Searching for Sunshine

“Whoa, Stels. It’s okay. Just take a breath, okay?” he says, rubbing my back.

“God, you have to think I’m the biggest mess in the world,” I say, trying to resist the urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I really want to do this, but I’m worried I’m going to mess it up.”

“Hey, there’s nothing to mess up here, Stels. Everything’s at your pace. Do I want you? Hell fucking yes. And if all you want to do tonight is go to bed, that’s fine.”

“No, I want to do this. But it can take me a really long time to get there,” I warn, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment at the words.

“Stels, I don’t care about that,” he tells me. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, of course,” I tell him, feeling a little of the anxiety that was building inside me start to fade.

“Okay, we’re gonna try something. Just lie back and close your eyes,” he instructs, and I do as he says.

It feels weird to lie here, not knowing what he’s doing, and I resist the urge to peek as I hear him dig through a drawer somewhere in the room.

I freeze when I hear the familiar buzz of my vibrator and jump as he presses it to my clit.

“Holy shit, Wyatt,” I cry and open my eyes to see him kneeling above me.

“Just relax, okay, Stels?” he tells me, and I try to do as he asked.

The toy buzzes insistently against my clit, and I start to get lost to the feeling before he reaches up and starts to work his fingers inside of me, matching the pulses of the vibrator with the thrusts of his fingers.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he murmurs. “You have such a pretty pussy, Stella.”

I moan and feel myself relaxing more and more the longer he touches me. I lose track of time as he fucks me with his fingers and tells me I’m a good girl over and over. After a while, I feel my core tighten, and my eyes pop open in surprise.

“Oh my god, Wyatt, I think I’m going to come,” I moan, and he smiles, continuing to work his fingers in and out of me as the vibrator pulses against my clit.

“That’s right, pretty girl. Come for me. I want to feel you soak my fingers,” he whispers, and with that, the climax takes over my body and I’m lost to the feeling of ecstasy that takes over my body.

I’m vaguely aware of the fact that I’m moaning loud enough that the guests in the hotel nearby can probably hear, but I’m too fucking gone to care. I’ve never come this hard in my damn life.

By the time I come back to my senses, I don’t know if the moment between us lasted minutes or hours, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

“That was fucking incredible, Stels. You’re so pretty when you come,” Wyatt mutters, dropping a kiss to my forehead. I blush a little at the words, reaching to touch him.

“You don’t have to,” Wyatt mutters. I ignore him, shifting to my knees on the bed and leaning down to wrap my mouth around his shaft.

“Fuck, Stels,” he moans, and I use that as encouragement to take him deeper. I use my hand to tease the base of his cock and he places his hand on the back of my head, but doesn’t put any pressure on me to take him deeper.

Bobbing up and down on his cock, I lick and taste and suck at him, desperate to feel him lose himself after how good he made me feel.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” he warns, but I continue tasting him, looking up at him through my lashes to let him know I don’t want to stop.

“Fuck,” he curses, as hot cum starts to fill my mouth. He growls as he comes, and I continue sucking him until he pulls away, obviously finished.

“Holy shit, Stels. You’re so fucking incredible,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to my mouth. “Let’s get cleaned up and then we’re doing that again.”

“Oh my god,I’m pretty sure this is what dreams and orgasms are made of,” Avery says, collapsing into her beach chair the following day.

“That’s quite a combination, Aves,” I say, unable to help myself from laughing at her.

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of orgasms, I’m going to need all the details on what happened after Wyatt carried you out of the bar like a damn caveman. If I wasn’t ready to give you a standing ovation for the way you handled that asshole, I’d be totally pissed you abandoned me.”

“I really am sorry about that,” I apologize, sitting down in my chair and reaching for a cooler Wyatt packed for us earlier this morning. I’m about to grab a seltzer when I see the familiar orange and blue can of my favorite energy drink.

Pausing, I pull it out and Avery looks over to give me an odd look. “I thought you couldn’t find them anywhere.”

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