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“I just really like them,” he said. “And I’d like to have some fun first.”
“Oh… okay,” I said.
Glad to have worn one of my nice lingerie sets, I tucked into bed as he locked the door. Wyatt climbed next to me, pulling me over in one strong motion until there was no space left between us. He pressed me back against the bed. I stared up at him, a little nervous but mostly happy. I debated telling him the truth but decided against it. I didn’t owe him an explanation.
Wyatt kissed my neck, then pulled back. “You are so fucking beautiful right now.”
I blushed.
“What do you wantfrom me?”
“I want to find out if you taste as good as you look,” Wyatt said.
I had no idea what that meant. He kissed down from my collarbone to my knickers. There, he hovered, taking me in. Over my knickers, he used his thumb to play with my engorged clit. My centre buzzed with anticipation. I wanted him inside menow. I pressed my hips up, offering my knickers to him obediently.
“You’re very well-behaved, Odette. And oh so patient.”
“I’m impatient right now,” I said, unsure what spirit possessed me.
“You’re soaking through these panties.”
“I know,” I said, out of breath. “Can you please put me out of my misery?”
“Well, since you begged…” He removed my knickers, tossing them off the bed.
I expected him to push his body between my legs and enter me. Instead, he parted my legs slightly and slung them over his shoulders as he kissed a part of me no man had ever touched like this before. Wyatt’s touch—gentle at first—devolved into licking—then sucking. And then, his fingers slowly slid into my pussy, creating that pressure I’d craved on the bed at the Queen’s chateau.
I moaned, unable to keep my voice low. The more he worshipped my body, the more a fire burned within me for more. I lapped up his praise and adoration as if it would slip through my fingers any moment. I gripped the rustic wood headboard with one hand and his hair with the other. As I grew closer and closer to the point of sweet inevitability, he stopped and looked up at me.
“What?” I panted, confused.
“Is that good?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes,” I said, playfully pushing his head back down. “Don’t stop now.”
He bit my inner right thigh and then continued on his quest to get me off. He was so wonderfully giving. With every stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, Wyatt brought me closer to climax. But by the time I was cumming, crying out to a God I didn’t know, I felt ascendance. We hadn’t even begun, but the foreplay was next-level fun.
Wyatt looked up again, watching me come down from my orgasm. His eyes showed satisfaction with a bit of curiosity. The intensity of hisgaze should have unsettled me, but I loved it. I adored how much he wanted to focus onme. Everything he did, he wanted me enthusiastically on board with.
“Was I good?” I asked.
“You were good, too demanding, and overwhelmingly sweet.”
I bit my lip.
“You’re delicious. Even more than you look. I could do more?—”
“No, I want…”
Do I say it?I worried it might make me dirty or desperate to use the word, but Wyatt’s face suggested hewantedme to be dirtyanddesperate for him.
“I want you to fuck me, Wyatt. I can’t handle it anymore.”
“Ican handle that,” Wyatt said.
He crept back up, giving me a swoony, long kiss, before crawling over to the bedside table to get a condom. He handed me the gold sachet and tossed his boxers off. Then, he took it back. I let him manage the rest and watched in both admiration and agony as he rolled the condom over the head of his cock and down his shaft.
“What, you look surprised,” Wyatt said. “Are you okay?”