Four empty condom wrappers litter the floor by the bed.
Blanche:Wow. Four times is impressive.
More slide presentation flashbacks flip through my mind. Passion. Orgasms. Wyatt smiling up at me from between my legs. Me writhing on his face. Riding his cock. Feeling full beyond compare. More orgasms.
I’m getting warm just thinking about it.
The kissing.
The holding.
Whispers and caresses.
Wyatt telling me sex had never been so good.
Me agreeing.
What happened to turning him on and then walking away?
Is it too late?
Can I walk away now?
Blanche:What would be the point?
Blanche:By the same point, why stay?
The weekend is over. All we’ve got left is breakfast. I could easily tell my brother I have an appointment back home. I open his texts.
BLAKE: I don’t know what the fuck is going on with the two of you, and Wy won’t answer my texts.
BLAKE: And someone better tell me why the fuck this picture looks like you just got MARRIED???????
Okay, if that’s the last text from him, what do the others say? I scroll up.
ME: You’ll never—
“Good morning, my beautiful wife.” Strong arms surround me from behind. I didn’t even hear him get up. Wyatt nuzzles my neck, leaving little kisses behind my ear and down to my collarbone. I have a feeling he knows by now, I’m helpless against his neck kisses. I press my butt back into his hard dick. It feels good. He feels good. His body is warm and strong. One hand cups my breast and squeezes, and his thumb flicks against my nipple.
“Mmm,” I moan.
The other slides down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers find my clit instantly and rub. I’m wet in seconds. He keeps rubbing with one finger and slides another inside.
“Fuck, Brie, you feel so good.” He walks us back to the bed. My phone drops to the carpeted floor with a thud. He sits first, then pulls me down straight on his cock. His knees widen, pushing my thighs open so my legs dangle over his. He rubs my clit, pushing it down at the same time to run along the edge of his cock as he moves it in and out. His hips roll in time with his fingers. Those freaking hips. I knew they’d be the death of me.
“Oh, god, Wyatt, it’s so good.” I don’t even sound like me. I sound like a sex goddess auditioning for audio porn.
“You’re good, baby.” His voice is low and rough in my ear. “My good girl, taking my cock like this. Look at you.” The timbre of his voice, combined with the words he says, guarantee I’m going to come any second. I haven’t even been awake for five minutes, and I’m already going to have my mind blown. The pressure builds fast. I’m amazed at how fast he gets me there. Oh god, it’sright there.
“Don’t stop!”
“Not stopping, sweetheart.”
“Wyatt, ohmigod, I’m—”
“I got you, baby.” He kisses my neck and scrapes his teeth along my collarbone. My world turns upside down as I detonate around him. My body shakes, my muscles clamp down around him, and the warm yet cool flush rolls through me as my body releases. It’s too intense, too overwhelming. I grab his wrist and squeeze, needing something to ground me. His hips piston in short moves, prolonging my pleasure. My god, I don’t know how he does this.
My muscles relax slowly as I come down from the immense high that being with Wyatt brings.
