I snaked my hand down towards my pussy, but he grabbed it. “I see what you are trying to do, don’t think that’s going to work Rose. No, we are going to do this nice and slow. You understand?’ he asked as he looked into my eyes. “Or am I going to have to tie you up?”
I gulped. That wasn’t something I’d expected. Not at all.
I shook my head I didn’t want that. I wasn’t ready for it. “No, I don’t need that.”
“You afraid of it, Rose? Who knows, you might like it. The feel of a silky rope against your skin holding you down as I fuck you. You might really like that,” his voice was gravelly and dark and for a moment, just a moment, I imagined what he was talking about. It was an easy thing to dream up. And it made me feel all tingly in places I wasn’t expecting.
I had a feeling I was never going to get tired of being with him. He always had some new adventure waiting for me.
“You’re blushing Rose, what are you thinking of?” he said as he pushed my legs apart with his knee. “Are you thinking about being tied up?”
I nodded.
“We can try that, baby. We can do anything you want to do.”
“I just want you,” I said. It was the honest truth. I just wanted him at that moment, and nothing else. He was so damn sexy, and he was making me insane with his teasing and tormenting. I couldn’t take anymore.
“I need your cock, Wyatt,” I finally admitted. I needed it. So damn much. I was aching.
“Oh, do you?” he asked. “Say it again, Rose.”
“I need your cock,” I said again, slower this time, more deliberate. If I was going to have to beg for it, I was, at least, going to sound good doing it.
“Come and take what you want, Rose.” He said, his eyes flashing with the challenge.
So I did. I pushed up on him, and I growled as I crawled over him. He was so close to me, all I needed to do was slide his cock into me, and I would get exactly what I wanted. I wouldn’t have to beg for anything.
“You think you are so damn smart, don’t you?” he said as he grabbed me and pushed me down. “You think it’s going to be easy?” he asked.
Oh, it was. I could tell by how hard he was, by the feeling of his cock against my leg that he couldn’t hold on anymore.
Neither of us could.
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he admitted as he pinned me against the mattress. He slid smoothly into me as he grinned. “I told you I’d have you begging for it.”
As soon as he filled me up I let out a moan of relief. The man knew exactly what he was doing. I was sure of it.
He rocked slowly into me, bottoming out inside of me. That didn’t take much. He was impossibly thick and long, and I couldn’t even fit all of him.
“Are you doing okay, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me. “You sure you can handle this?”
I grinned and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down to kiss me. “I can handle anything you give me,” I swore. I meant it too. I could take whatever it was he had to give.
He thrust in and out of me slowly, at first, building my frustration until he couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t the only one who was frustrated.
I writhed and bucked against him, willing him to move faster, harder. Until he did. He was so fucking powerful that he rocked the entire bed as he quickened his pace.
Fuck, it felt so damn good. Like every part of me was supercharged. I could feel myself climbing again. Higher. Higher.
“I’m going to come,” I warned as he continued to pump into me. It wasn’t fading either. It wasn’t soft or slow building. It was intense.
“You can come, baby,” he said slowly as he rocked me harder. Faster.
It washed over me like a tidal wave, taking me down into the abyss of pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Intense and body rocking. It was overpowering.
I screamed into his shoulder as I came unable to hold back, my body arching away from him, my pussy undulating, squeezing his cock hard and harder with each constriction.
“Fuck,” he said as he came inside of me. Together we laid like that for so long I lost all track of time. It could’ve been hours or mere moments. I couldn’t tell the difference.
Not when it came to this.
“I love you, Rose. Not anyone else. Just you.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I need to talk to you,” my father said just as I walked into my office.
Again?
“I’m getting awfully tired of hearing that,” I said as I yawned. It had been a long night. A great night, but a long one. I was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was fight with my father first thing in the morning.