Page 26 of One Pucking Secret
But then he slips a single finger from his other hand inside of me, and I completely lose it. I drop my head against the sheets, lost in his touch. His pace quickens against my clit, finger thrusting into the depths of my core.
“Fuck,” I cry out. I cling to the sheets, my moaning never ceasing as he slips a second finger inside of me.
“You’re so tight, you wrap around my fingers perfectly.”
I turn my head enough so our eyes meet, and he shoots me a devilish grin that tells me he’s ready to push me over the edge, and he’s going to enjoy every second of it. He thrusts only three more times before I shatter. Harder than I have in years.
“Oh, God!” I pant, his fingers never ceasing to thrust as I ride out my orgasm.
Finally, it becomes too much, so I place my hand over Wyatt’s to urge him to stop.
“Watching you come like that is amazing,” he tells me, rubbing my arms with his slick fingers.
“I need more of you,” I tell him in between heavy breaths. I turn around and relax my back against the bed. “All of you.”
He lets out a laugh. “Are you sure? You seem like you could use some rest.”
I shake my head, spreading my legs without thinking. “Not yet. Please. I still haven’t felt you inside of me.”
He eyes my entrance, his gaze heavy with desire. “Condom? Feel like I’m always asking you that.”
My eyes dart to the side. Unlike our first time, I actually keep one with me at all times, but it’s in my purse. Trusting that Wyatt has one, I simply nod.
He reaches over, rummaging through the nightstand drawer before producing the foil packet. I watch, biting my lip in anticipation, as he tears it open and sheathes himself with practiced ease.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re about to get what you want.”
His words hang between us, charged with promise, as we both teeter on the edge of fulfillment. I brace myself, ready to plunge back into the depths of our shared hunger.
His body aligns with mine. There’s a moment of stillness before he bridges the final distance. Slowly, he enters me, and my breath catches in my throat.
“Oh!” escapes my lips as I arch toward him, craving more. “Yes, please.”
“That’s right, baby,” his voice is a low growl, resonating through the room as his hips begin to move. Each thrust sends a ripple of pleasure through me, and I grasp the pillow, muffling my cries into the soft fabric. He feels toogood, an intoxicating rhythm that knows no hesitation or doubt.
His presence is overwhelming—powerful, commanding. Every nerve in my body is on fire as he finds all the right spots with a precision that radiates pure hunger and need.
Abruptly, he halts, pulling out, and I feel the absence like a cold shower. But then he sits back on the bed, his blue eyes blazing with intensity. “Ride me, Chloe. Show me how badly you need it.”
I don’t hesitate. I straddle him, feeling the strength of his thighs beneath me as I sink down onto his cock. A shudder runs through me. “Oh, that feels so good,” I moan, hands planting on his broad shoulders for leverage.
His hands roam my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing over sensitive peaks. “That’s right, baby. The perfect view to watch you come.”
Driven by his words, I ride him with abandon, every bounce a step closer to the precipice.
My climax hovers just within reach, a tantalizing promise. “I will soon,” I gasp, the coiling tension inside me winding tighter.
“Don’t hold back.” His hands grip my waist, guiding, urging.
I press down harder, faster, the slap of our bodies a testament to our shared desperation. Sensation builds, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. I throw my head back, riding the wave until it crashes down, consuming me in the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Beneath me, his body tenses, his own release following mine, a storm that mirrors the tempest inside me. Together we find solace in the eye of the hurricane, our breaths mingling, our hearts racing in unison.
We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and labored breaths. Wyatt’s arm snakes around me, drawing me into his chest.
“Nice do-over,” he mutters against my hair.
“I agree,” I whisper back, still reeling from the intensity between us. The warmth of his body seeps into mine, comforting yet igniting an array of embers that refuse to die down.
