Page 183 of The Havenport Collection

Sylvie

W yatt’s face transformed before my eyes. Gone was the sweet, kind gentleman I had been falling for, and in his place was an intense, sexy beast.

He pulled me to him and pinned me beneath him as he kissed me and explored my body with his hands and mouth. He pulled back, looking down at me with a lusty gaze. “You are so sexy, Sylvie. I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, watching as he shrugged it off his broad shoulders.

I drank in the sight of him. Dark chest hair, a wide, powerful chest, and thick, muscled arms. He seemed self-conscious as I stared at him, so I kissed from his neck down his chest toward his belt buckle to show him just how much I wanted him.

“Wait,” he choked out, “let me.” He eased one of my purple bra straps down, kissing the swell of my breast. I could sense the tension within him.

I know he was trying to be gentle with me, but I didn’t want that.

I wanted the real Wyatt. My need for him burned deep in my veins.

I was falling for him, plain and simple. And I needed this.

“Please, Wyatt,” I begged.

“I need to take my time,” he replied gruffly, gently caressing my exposed breast. His touch was rough but reverent.

“I need you. I need you inside me.”

He growled into my neck. “Sylvie, you are killing me.”

I grabbed at his jeans, unbuttoning them then pushing them down over his hips. I was rewarded with a deep groan and the sight of his erection straining his plaid boxers.

“I wanted to take my time,” he grunted.

“I just want you.”

He threw my legs over his shoulders, and I heard a sudden tearing sound. He ripped my purple panties clean off while diving between my legs, licking and sucking with gusto. I could feel his large hands pushing my legs wider and pinning me to the floor of the van.

He looked up at me, his eyes shining and his mouth glistening with my arousal.

“You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Sylvie. I want to worship your body all night.”

I was speechless and totally overwhelmed by his hunger for me.

Okay, the expert tongue action didn’t exactly make it easy to form coherent thoughts either.

Within seconds I was reduced to a writhing, moaning bundle of hormones.

I thought it couldn’t be more amazing and then he slipped a finger inside me, making me totally lose control.

I cried and moaned as pleasure washed over me, culminating in the most intense orgasm of my life.

When I came back down to earth he was kissing his way up my body, a cocky look on his face.

“That was…” I said, at a loss for words to describe the avalanche of pleasure he had caused.

“Good?” He smirked.

“Amazing. I think I levitated.” I sighed as he kissed my neck and ran his hands down my body, settling on my hips.

“I love your voice. It is so beautiful. Hearing you come. That was incredible.” He growled into my ear. He positioned himself over me, keeping me warm as the ocean lapped at the shore only a few yards away.

“That was all you. No one has ever made me scream like that,” I told him.

He smiled again, his eyes shining. “I guess I need to do it again.”

I put a hand on his shoulder. “Stop. I need more. I need you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “So sure. I want this so badly.”

I handed him a condom from the box I had purchased for this occasion, and he rolled it on, never breaking eye contact. I pulled him down on top of me, kissing him wildly and letting my hands get tangled in his chest hair.

His hands were everywhere, caressing my face, pinching my nipples, and tilting my hips up to meet him.

He plunged inside me, and my eyes rolled back into my skull.

I had never experienced this before—this feeling of total fullness and contentment.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, and I felt every single inch of him as he began to move inside me slowly but deeply.

“Look at me, Sylvie.” He pinned my arms above my head, and I loved it. I stared at him while he bent down and bit one of my nipples, the fizzle of pain shooting right to my core.

“This feels so incredible. Tell me how good it feels.”

“You are perfect,” I breathed. “Your cock is perfect. So big and thick. I've never felt anything like it.”

He smiled and kissed me. “Maybe we’re just perfect for each other,” he said before turning his attention to my other nipple.

I felt the heat building within me as he continued to move. But I could tell he was holding back, being careful with me.

“Oh baby, you just got tighter. Tell me what you need. I want to make you come so badly.”

I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t one of those women who just climaxed on a whim. It took a lot of time and attention, and sometimes it didn’t happen. I was wildly turned on, but would that be enough?

His face softened. “Show me, baby. Show me what you need. Teach me how to make it perfect for you.”

I shifted. “I usually like some clit action.”

He released my arms. “Show me. Touch yourself for me. I want to know everything about how your body works.”

This was a new experience for me. I had never been with anyone who showed interest in what I needed to reach an orgasm.

Usually I just told the man I was with that it was hard for me to climax, and they took that as an invitation to not bother trying.

Wyatt’s intensity and sincerity helped rid me of any self-consciousness.

So I snaked my arms down to where our bodies were joined, his powerful thrusts creating the most beautiful friction. He kissed my neck as my hands found my folds and spread them.

“I usually just rub it like this.” He pulled back, watching me as I gently circled my clit.

“My God, woman, that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Keep touching yourself while I fuck you. I want you to come, but I don't know how much longer I can last. The sight of you, naked and writhing beneath me, is better than any dream I've ever had.”

I felt the tension building. The combination of his girth, my fingers, and his dirty words had me careening over the edge in minutes. “Wyatt,” I cried. “That is so amazing. You’re so amazing. Please don't hold back.”

He sped up, his pace becoming erratic and less controlled as my orgasm crested. I loved it. I loved the raw power and masculinity of his body. I arched up, meeting him thrust for thrust as I felt my orgasm draw out his own.

We collapsed, panting and sweaty in the back of the van, and he pulled me into his arms. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him. “That was…” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Was I too rough with you?” he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

I bit his earlobe in response. “Not at all. I adore bossy bedroom Wyatt. I’ve never done that before, had an orgasm during sex.”

“What?”

“Yeah. It’s hard for me to get there, you know? And you made me feel so comfortable and so sexy, it just happened.”

His face lit up with pleasure. “You have made me so happy,” he said, kissing me softly.

Then he shifted on top of me, caging me with his strong arms. “But you should know. I’m just getting started.

You’re my girl now. That means I will learn everything about your body and not give up until I’ve given you as many orgasms as you want.

” I giggled. As silly as it sounded, I loved the thought of being his girl.

I could feel him hardening against my thigh.

“I am going to take you up on that offer, Wyatt. But how about we head back to my apartment? I think round two should be in a bed.”

He pulled me next to him, deftly swinging the large knit blanket over our naked bodies.

“One minute,” he said, nuzzling into me. “First I need to snuggle with my girl and watch the ocean.” I melted into him, my body exhausted and my heart content.

The connection between us was intense, beautiful, and all-consuming. I wanted to stay like this—curled up together by the sea, physically sated and emotionally connected—forever. Too bad I didn't have forever.