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Wyatt

Elsy doesn’t give me an inch and I fucking love it. Her fingers tiptoe over the column of my sternum, then down to my abs before I have to stop her.

It’s with great reluctance that I pull my hands away from her.

“What do you want?” I ask again. “What can I give you?”

Is companionship all she’s looking for? Does she want a hard, dirty fuck? Or does she want someone to make her feel wanted and appreciated?

Whatever it is, I’m down. Well, rather, up .

With her straddling my lap, I’m sure she can feel the hard length of my erection pressing against her ass. I’m not trying to make her uncomfortable, but I can’t deny that this gorgeous woman straddling me is driving me crazy.

She reaches for the zip of her hoodie, drawing it down. I help her get it off, tossing it to the ground. Underneath, she’s wearing a thin black tank top, which is doing a terrible job at keeping her tits contained. She’s practically spilling out of her shirt. I have to force my gaze back to her face.

She doesn’t look upset at my gawking, though. If anything, she’s almost amused. Does that mean I can look the way I’ve wanted to every day for the last thirteen years?

“They’re great tits, aren’t they?” she says, her lips curving into a smile.

“Yeah, they are.”

And when she doesn’t skewer me for looking, I bury my face in her chest, kissing the inner sides of her breasts.

Her amused laughter turns into a soft pant when I kiss and suck at her flesh, even with the thin cotton material in the way.

“Wyatt…” My name is a plea on her lips, making my hard cock twitch.

Pulling back, I cup her cheek. “Can I take it off?”

She hesitates.

“Please?”

After a moment, Elsy nods, her reluctance clear as day on her face.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I remind her.

“No, I just…” She turns red and looks away.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t like taking my shirt off in front of guys. It’s not sexy.”

Ice fills my veins. “You think you’re not sexy?”

Has she looked in a fucking mirror lately? She’s the hottest fucking woman on this goddamn planet.

Her face crumples. “Look, you don’t have to lie to me. I know what I look like.”

“Do you? Do you really?” Because if she saw even half of what I see when I look at her, she wouldn’t be thinking like this. “You’re gorgeous, Els. So fucking gorgeous.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You are a badass, rock-star musician. You moved halfway across the country, knowing nobody in this city, because you knew you needed to make a change. That’s fucking badass.”

“I’m going to need you to write those affirmations on the mirror, then,” she jokes. Her smile falls. “I also have?—”

“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen and an ass that won’t quit.” I grind my hard cock against her ass. If she won’t listen, I’ll show her.

Elsy scowls. “Yeah, but I also have this.” She grabs the rolls of her belly.

“And? What’s the problem?”

“It’s not sexy.” She lifts her chin like I won’t hear the wobble in her voice.

“Babe, you have no fucking idea how sexy you are.”

Her lip trembles. “But?—”

“Let me show you.”

Every inch of her fuck-hot body freezes.

“Please, Elsy? Can I show you?”

She gives me a quick nod, like she’s afraid I’ll change my mind if she waits too long. Not a chance of that happening. I’ve been waiting for this for thirteen fucking years.

Wrapping my arms around her, I stand with her twisted around me like a pretzel.

Elsy squeals. “Wyatt! Let me down.”

“No. I’ve got a job to do.”

“I’m too heavy. You’ll get injured.”

“You aren’t, and I won’t.”

Walking into her bedroom, I kick the door closed behind us and turn on the bedside lamp. The mattress jostles as I drop her on the unmade bed. She’s still wearing her sneakers. That won’t do. I toe mine off, too.

Anticipation makes my mouth water as I drop to my knees beside the bed. I start with her feet, slipping off her shoes and setting them aside before peeling off her socks. She tries to spread her legs but I stay where I am. Taking her foot in my hand, I run my thumb up the arch. Elsy lets out a soft sigh, relaxing into my touch. I massage the tension out of the left foot, then the right, before trailing my fingers up her calves.

She tries to spread her legs again, and this time, I let her, climbing up onto the bed.

Her blond ponytail is loose, her hair splayed out on the pillow like an angel’s halo, and her cheeks have a rosy flush, her chest rising and falling with quick, staccato breaths.

“Wyatt, I?—”

When I reach her midsection, I glide the hem of her tank top up until her midriff is exposed. She tries to cover her belly with her arm, but I push it away.

“Let me see you.” My voice comes out gravelly and hoarse.

She allows me to pull off her top and I’m treated to the wondrous sight of her tits in a lacy black bra.

“Can this come off?” I trace a line under her breasts, at the little divot in the center of her ribcage.

Elsy hesitates but then nods.

“You’re in control. You tell me if you want me to stop.”

Her chin juts out, petulant. “Did I fucking tell you to stop?”

“Well… no.”

She reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra, tossing it to the floor. “So fucking carry on.”

She’s fucking gorgeous, her body on display for me. Greedy, I drink her in. I could get lost in her body, again and again.

But we only have tonight. If I only have one chance at this, I have to make it good for her. I have a job to do.

Before I can get distracted more, I reach for the button of her high-rise jeans, slowly lowering the zipper. I tug at the denim, getting it over her hips and down her thighs. Thick red lines crisscross her skin where the material has dug in. I kiss along the lines, over and over. My hands dig into her ass, kneading her cheeks.

She’s wearing little satin panties. Baby blue.

Fuck.

I bring my nose to her pussy, inhaling her musky scent. She smells so good. I’m desperate for a taste, but I know I have to take care of her first. She’s my priority.

My eyes flutter closed as I reach for the waistband of her underwear. Once she’s naked before me, it takes everything in me to meet her gaze.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I—I do.”

I shake my head. “Elsy. Tell me you want this.”

She glares at me. “If you don’t fucking touch me?—”

Running my thumb through her slit, I trace a featherlight circle around her clit.

“Like this?”

She lets out an aggravated groan. “I really don’t like you right now.”

As much as I want to take her comment at face value, I can’t deny it stings. I want her to like me. I want her to love me.

Whoa . Where did that come from? Love? This is just sex. That’s all it is.

Right?

“I don’t have to do this. I can leave.” I dip my finger lower, putting pressure against her entrance without pressing inside. “Just tell me to go.”

Elsy props herself up onto her elbows, a scowl on her face. “Put your fucking finger inside of me.” A wicked grin paints my lips.

Well, if the lady asks so nicely…

Twisting my wrist, I slip a finger inside her tight, wet heat. Her pussy pulses around me and my neglected cock throbs in the confines of my suit pants.

But this isn’t about me. This is about her.

Sinking lower in the bed, I kiss the lines on the inside of her thighs and the crease of her hip as my finger fucks slowly in and out. When she relaxes enough for me to slide a second finger in, I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her silky, velvety walls flutter around my fingers. And when her hips roll against my mouth, drawing my fingers deeper inside of her as she rides me, my balls draw up high and tight, desperate for release.

She looks so beautiful, her face awash in pleasure. Elsy slides her hands into my hair, gripping the strands tight. She isn’t afraid to take what she needs and I’m more than happy to give it to her, for her to use my body for her own needs. Any part of me, it’s all hers.

My cock throbs, and I press my pelvis into the mattress, seeking enough relief to let me concentrate. Her scent and her sounds and her taste have me on the edge. I’m a live wire, every nerve ending electrified by her.

I focus on her, on the angles that make her moan and the pressure that makes her clench around my fingers. Most of all, I pay attention to her .

Her eyes are closed, her face relaxed as she lets me bring her satisfaction. My free hand touches everywhere—her breasts, pinching her nipples; cupping her ass; stroking her arm. And I let my hand rove over her belly, over the rolls she says she hates but drive me crazy, over the curves and indentations of her body.

She’s absolutely fucking perfect, just the way she is. I wouldn’t care if she weighed a hundred pounds less or a hundred pounds more; she would still be so fucking sexy, no matter the shape of her body. The inside of her body is what draws me to her, the sensitive soul and the smart brain and the quick wit. Her kindness. Her joy.

It’s her.

My cock jerks in my suit pants and it takes everything in me not to shove my free hand into my pants for some relief. This isn’t about me. It’s about her.

It’s always been about her.

Elsy tightens her grip in my hair, pulling almost to the point of pain as she grinds her pussy into my face. I suck at her, my fingers pistoning into her tight, slick channel in a steady rhythm.

And when she breaks, her cunt pulsing around my fingers and flooding my hand, she lets out a scream so loud, I’m sure people can hear it three buildings away.

I lick up the evidence of her release, letting her come down slowly. Only when she pushes my head away, overly sensitive, do I let her go.

My hand smells like her, musky and rich. The scent of her, combined with her subtle jasmine perfume, makes my aching cock leak behind my zipper. I adjust myself, but I don’t go any further.

Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her clit, I slide down the bed and draw the blankets around her body. Her legs spread akimbo while she drapes her arm over her eyes.

Tucking her in, I press a kiss to her forehead.

“What’re you doing?” She almost sounds petulant, her words slurred.

“Putting you to bed.”

Her lashes flutter as she blinks slowly. “But—you didn’t come.”

“This wasn’t about me.” And I’m about ten seconds away from coming in my pants. I have to pick and choose my battles.

Elsy frowns. “Wyatt…”

I shake my head. “Have a good sleep, Els. I’m leaving tomorrow night for a long road trip. Can I see you when I come back?”

“You’re seeing me right now.”

“And I want to see you again. When I get back.”

“Okay.” She yawns, her eyes heavy. “Have a good trip.”

Ducking down, I kiss her forehead again.