Unable to stop herself, she squirmed against his hand, trying to force him into action. If only the frustrating man would make her come. He just chuckled darkly, his gaze on her intent and knowing. Well, two could play that game.
While he teased her, she reached between their bodies and made quick work of his belt, then zipper. He tried to pull back out of her reach but she refused to let him.
The time for teasing was over. She couldn’t stand it tonight. Not when it felt as if she’d been waiting an eternity for him to claim her. The past two weeks had been amazing, but there had been a cloud hanging over them. Not exactly a dark one, but she hadn’t been able to tell him about her plans to move here because she’d wanted it to be a surprise and she knew it had been eating away at him.
Her inner walls clenched, desperate to be filled by him. Wrapping her fingers around his thick length, she met his gaze and stroked him once. His hips jerked erratically as he sucked in a jagged breath. He watched her with a heavy-lidded gaze, his palm still teasing her, his breathing unsteady.
She could barely hear anything except the blood rushing in her ears. Iris had never felt more connected to anyone than she did now, as they watched each other while bringing the other to release. She loved seeing his eyes go all dark and needy as he fought letting himself go in her hand.
God, she was so close. Her clit pulsed, the need building higher and higher. Even without him filling her, it wouldn’t take long now… Wyatt removed his hand, making her cry out in protest before she realized what he was doing.
“Wrap your legs around me.” There he went again with that tone. The one that said ‘do what I say and I’ll make sure you have the orgasm of a lifetime’. It always melted her.
She did what he said and practically tore his shirt from him, ripping a few buttons in her haste to get it off. Now it was skin on skin, what she’d been craving. Her breasts rubbed against the short hairs of his muscular chest as his mouth crushed over hers. The feel of him against her made her sensitized nipples pebble even tighter.
His fingers dug into her hips as he lifted her from the desk. She lost one of her heels, but didn’t care as he completely dominated her mouth, stroking and teasing her tongue in a way that felt like fucking.
Iris held on tight. She was aware of them moving, but didn’t realize what he intended until the cool glass of his ceiling to floor windows hit her back. They were bullet resistant and more than secure and she didn’t care if anyone saw them. All she could focus on was the feel of his thick cock sliding into her, consuming her. Though his shirt was off, he still had his pants half on as he thrust into her. The window slightly shook under them, but she had no doubt it would hold. The feel of his cock inside her without a condom was amazing. She’d gone on the Pill the day after they’d gotten married and had been on it more than long enough to take effect. She felt even more connected to him this way, with no barriers.
Her remaining heeled shoe dug into his ass as she wrapped her legs tighter around him. She’d barely caught her breath before he slammed into her again. She tore her mouth from his as he continued thrusting with no restraint. Her back arched into his chest and when he caught one of her nipples between his teeth, she pushed over the edge.
Whatever pretense of control she’d been trying to hang onto, shredded as he tweaked her nipple. It was like the man had a direct line into her head, like he knew exactly what to do to drive her totally crazy. She was addicted to him and not afraid to admit it anymore.
As her climax surged through her, powerful and overwhelming, Wyatt let go and buried his face in her neck as he came. He growled incomprehensible words against her skin as he continued his delicious assault on her senses until finally, he stilled and drew his head back.
His eyes seemed darker as he stared at her, his breathing not quite back to normal. “I love you, Iris. So fucking much.”
A smile teased her lips as she leaned forward. Her mouth barely grazed his as she said, “I love you, too. More than anything.” Saying the words still felt foreign, but there was no way in hell she’d ever hold back from him. Never again.
Not when they had the rest of their lives stretched out in front of them. She’d never dreamed to imagine she could have everything she wanted, a job she loved, a husband she loved and maybe kids. Even without the last one, as long as she got to make a life with the man she loved, she didn’t need anything else.