than I feel.
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” I retort, but he doesn’t move. “Yes,” I eventually breathe the word, feeling pretty self-conscious, “make love to me.”
He smiles and the birds and bees go into full spring swing.
The thing he got from his pants … yeah … uhm … a condom. The wrapper hits the floor a second later and then I reach for him again, the need to have him is overwhelming.
He places his hand on my hip. His fingers press lightly into my skin and his mouth settles against my forehead. The moment he starts to trail light kisses down the side of my face he also moves his hand right over my abdomen and down – and he takes hold of me again, sending a wave of pleasure through my insides. Shamelessly, my hips lift as I search for more friction.
He slips his finger into me, and again my hips move to meet him. I bring my arms up and wrap them tightly around his neck. I’m about to duck my face into his chest when his mouth catches mine and I breathe him in again. He caresses me softly, building a frenzy of maddening feelings in my abdomen.
“Wyatt,” I moan his name. It’s the only word my brain can come up with.
“Yes, Babe,” he breathes against my mouth and I’m about to just die in his hands.
“Please,” I whimper, trying to make him understand what I want. I need him to release me from the intense maddening feeling building relentlessly inside of me.
He moves over me and there’s no feeling of awkwardness, only want. I want him. I’ve wanted him for so long. I’ve built all my silly dreams around him and now he’s finally here.
I feel him position his cock against my opening and then he pushes a few inches into me. My body tenses with the first feelings of discomfort. I tighten my hold on him as he pushes in a few more inches. There’s a sharp pain and I wince. He starts to lift himself away from me and I cling even tighter to keep his body against mine.
“No,” I breathe through the feeling of discomfort, “please, Wyatt.”
His hands move to my hips and his fingers dig in deep before he moves in fast. I gasp at the painful sensation, and before I can take my next breath his mouth finds mine again. His breath rushes into me and I take it from him, hungrily. I love breathing him in. I love feeling him in me. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before. For a blissful moment I feel complete, whole … as if I belong.
This is as close as I’ll ever get to him. This is as close as I’ll ever let anyone get to me. I savor the moment.
~*~
Wyatt starts to pull out and then he thrusts into me again. The discomfort is still there but after a few more thrusts it changes into a bone numbing pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
All I can do is cling to him while he makes love to my body. His breaths are as fast as mine. Soon he starts to speed up, and his thrusts get harder and deeper, hitting just the right spot. I can’t keep from moaning with pleasure. “Wyatt,” I whisper his name. I let all I’ve ever felt for him wash over me. All the years I’ve dreamt about him.
“Scar,” he whispers against my lips and I let myself believe that he feels the same way about me.
He brings me to the point where the maddening frenzy explodes and the world zooms to a complete stand still … and it’s only us and the waves of pleasure.
He pulls away when the wave of pleasure fades and the moment is instantly gone.
This is it. The part I fear. We’ve crossed the line and now things will just be uncomfortable. “You’re going to be just fine,” I whisper to myself. “It was never meant to be anything more than sex.”
Without looking at Wyatt, I grab my nighties and shoot to the bathroom so I can get dressed and put up some kind of wall. I need some kind of defense system. I avoid looking in the mirror and making eye contact with myself.
When I come out of the bathroom, I walk straight into Wyatt. His arms fold around me and he pulls
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” I retort, but he doesn’t move. “Yes,” I eventually breathe the word, feeling pretty self-conscious, “make love to me.”
He smiles and the birds and bees go into full spring swing.
The thing he got from his pants … yeah … uhm … a condom. The wrapper hits the floor a second later and then I reach for him again, the need to have him is overwhelming.
He places his hand on my hip. His fingers press lightly into my skin and his mouth settles against my forehead. The moment he starts to trail light kisses down the side of my face he also moves his hand right over my abdomen and down – and he takes hold of me again, sending a wave of pleasure through my insides. Shamelessly, my hips lift as I search for more friction.
He slips his finger into me, and again my hips move to meet him. I bring my arms up and wrap them tightly around his neck. I’m about to duck my face into his chest when his mouth catches mine and I breathe him in again. He caresses me softly, building a frenzy of maddening feelings in my abdomen.
“Wyatt,” I moan his name. It’s the only word my brain can come up with.
“Yes, Babe,” he breathes against my mouth and I’m about to just die in his hands.
“Please,” I whimper, trying to make him understand what I want. I need him to release me from the intense maddening feeling building relentlessly inside of me.
He moves over me and there’s no feeling of awkwardness, only want. I want him. I’ve wanted him for so long. I’ve built all my silly dreams around him and now he’s finally here.
I feel him position his cock against my opening and then he pushes a few inches into me. My body tenses with the first feelings of discomfort. I tighten my hold on him as he pushes in a few more inches. There’s a sharp pain and I wince. He starts to lift himself away from me and I cling even tighter to keep his body against mine.
“No,” I breathe through the feeling of discomfort, “please, Wyatt.”
His hands move to my hips and his fingers dig in deep before he moves in fast. I gasp at the painful sensation, and before I can take my next breath his mouth finds mine again. His breath rushes into me and I take it from him, hungrily. I love breathing him in. I love feeling him in me. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before. For a blissful moment I feel complete, whole … as if I belong.
This is as close as I’ll ever get to him. This is as close as I’ll ever let anyone get to me. I savor the moment.
~*~
Wyatt starts to pull out and then he thrusts into me again. The discomfort is still there but after a few more thrusts it changes into a bone numbing pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
All I can do is cling to him while he makes love to my body. His breaths are as fast as mine. Soon he starts to speed up, and his thrusts get harder and deeper, hitting just the right spot. I can’t keep from moaning with pleasure. “Wyatt,” I whisper his name. I let all I’ve ever felt for him wash over me. All the years I’ve dreamt about him.
“Scar,” he whispers against my lips and I let myself believe that he feels the same way about me.
He brings me to the point where the maddening frenzy explodes and the world zooms to a complete stand still … and it’s only us and the waves of pleasure.
He pulls away when the wave of pleasure fades and the moment is instantly gone.
This is it. The part I fear. We’ve crossed the line and now things will just be uncomfortable. “You’re going to be just fine,” I whisper to myself. “It was never meant to be anything more than sex.”
Without looking at Wyatt, I grab my nighties and shoot to the bathroom so I can get dressed and put up some kind of wall. I need some kind of defense system. I avoid looking in the mirror and making eye contact with myself.
When I come out of the bathroom, I walk straight into Wyatt. His arms fold around me and he pulls
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