“Wy,” I whisper, getting to my feet on the bed, just so I can wrap my arms around his neck.
He pulls me off the mattress, my legs finding purchase at his hips as he turns us so he can sit down with me straddling him. It was exactly what I wanted, and he knew. My lips find his, my fingers making their way into his hair, down his neck, across his shoulders, touching every inch of him that I can as our mouths move together.
There’s sudden relief around my middle when he pops the clasp on my bra, the last piece of clothing between us. A secondlater, it’s on the floor, leaving us completely bare to each other. His cock stands at attention, and I sit up on my knees until I’m high enough that he’s at my entrance. One of his hands splays across my back, the other holds his cock while I sink down onto him, desperate for him. Desperate to be filled by him, connected to him.
The tip of his cock pushes inside me, and I break the kiss as he stretches me, my hand coming to his shoulder as I take more of him.
“B,” he whispers, but there’s nothing else that accompanies that. Just that one letter, and I understand it because a second later, I’m doing the same with his name.
I thought his kiss was like coming home, but that was just stepping up to the door and knocking. This is the answer. The door opening, being greeted with warmth and protection of a love I’ve never known. Both his arms encompass me now that I’m halfway down his length, and I wrap mine around his neck, whimpering at how full I already feel.
“Slow, baby,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking tight, I should have used my fingers more, I’m sorry.”
“No,” I shake my head, matching his quiet, soft tone, taking the rest of him in. “This is perfect. This is how I wanted it.”
Fully seated, we’re both out of breath when I start to rock, allowing my body to adjust around his size. Moving his head, he finds my lips again in a languid kiss that sets a slow burn blazing in my belly. Everything bad in the world, in our lives, all the tension, fear, and anxiety melt away in this moment until all that’s left is just the two of us and nothing else. He is everything good and pure, safe and confident, wholeness and hope.
Hope.
You are my hope.
A tear works its way down my cheek, and his arms tightenaround me, trying to hold me closer, though I don’t think it’s possible.
“I know,” he mumbles into the kiss. “I know, B. I’m with you.”
“Wy,” I breathe against his lips.
We rock for a long time, until our pace naturally picks up, neither one of us taking the lead nor taking control. My hips start to rise, and when I come back down on top of him, his lift to meet me, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed until his hands are at my hips, helping me move at a steady pace that has me grinding down on his cock with each downward movement.
“That’s my girl,” he pants. “Take it. Take what you need, baby. I’m right there. Tell me when.”
Our breaths mingle, coming in short, quick bursts, the kiss mostly broken save for the times our lips brush against each other as I move. I’m teetering on the precipice of my orgasm, heat swimming within me, pooling low in my belly, building in my core, ready to jump.
It happens when his hands slide from my hips to my ass, gripping it, pulling me down and forward onto him while he surges up.
“Now,” I gasp. And fall over the edge.
I’m not alone. Though my pulse pounds loudly in my veins, I hear his moan of pleasure, feel him tense at the same time as me. My body constricts around him, demanding every drop of his orgasm, everything he has to give.
We rest against each other after, coming down from the high, my head on his shoulder, his pressed to mine. It’s quiet as his hand starts to run along my spine, my fingers moving along the nape of his neck.
“I’m really glad you gave me that blowjob earlier,” he says,lifting his head from where it landed as he finally breaks the silence between us.
Not expecting that, I burst into laughter at the outlandish comment, easing back. “What?”
A loopy, dumbfounded grin spreads his lips wide. “I would have lasted twenty seconds with how tight you are. God damn, that was good.”
Wyatt looks down between us, and I watch his face shift from relaxed and sated to utter horror, eyes darting to mine. My heart leaps into my throat. The color leeches from him as he lifts me off his cock, staring down at my pussy where I know I’m leaking his cum.
“Fuck.”
His panic has my anxiety skyrocketing, and I shake my head, scrambling off his lap. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, Bryn, I’m sorry. Oh fuck, I fucked up. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His eyes are wide, his tone stricken.
“Wyatt?” I grab onto his shoulder. He’s normally cool and collected. I’ve never seen anything close to this from him. “Wyatt, tell me what’s wrong.”
His mouth is pulled into a cringe that looks ghastly on him. “I didn’t protect you.”
