Messy Love(73)

Still, without a word, she unbuttoned my pants and quickly rid me of them and my underwear, smiling softly at me once they were at my ankles and my cock jutted in front of me, damp at the tip and so engorged it was red with need for her.

Her hand hovered near my cock, driving me mad with want, with the same desperate need I always had for her whenever clothes weren’t involved, but I held on. Or maybe I broke down because the next moment I took her mouth in a searing kiss, so damn deep I wanted to feel her fucking soul, wanted to climb inside her and never leave.

Her muffled moan in my mouth spurred me on. My fingers weaved through her thick hair, holding her face to me, keeping her there, right there where I felt her, where I had her so close her breasts were plastered against my chest and my cock pressed against her soft stomach. I groaned in her mouth and dropped a hand to her perfect ass.

But then, when I nibbled on her lip, and she moaned, a delightful melody to my ears, I slowed down until I broke the kiss. Slow. I had to go slow.

Taking a deep breath, I bent down and hoisted her up in my arms. She squealed gently in my ear and buried her face in my neck as she tightened her arms around me. But she didn’t ask me to put her down. She held onto me, and that made all the difference. That also did something to my heart, making it hers even more.

With more care than I had ever handled anything or anyone in my life, I deposited her in the center of my bed.

At that moment, watching the woman who brought me to my knees spread out on my bed, naked and waiting for me to get to her, looking at me with such openness and trust, fear tackled me. It was the kind of fear that came from being terrified to fail someone, to be short of what they deserved, because Marissa merited the fucking world.

Swallowing past the boulder made of emotions I couldn’t express in my throat, I joined her on the bed, crawling on top of her but keeping my weight off her with my forearms next to her head. She bent her knees and drew them up until she cradled me between her thighs, pushing my hard cock against her wet pussy.

Her arms around me, her hands on my back, I shivered. We only touched, skin against skin and nothing more, but it felt like she was inside of me, in my damn bones and cells. Not a part of me was untouched by this woman.

I couldn’t move. Oh, I wanted to be inside her, to thrust in her tight heat and earn her sweet moans, but I couldn’t move. My muscles, coiled tight, protested. My arms, supported my weight off of her didn’t cooperate. I was there, pressed tightly against her warm body, soaking in her warmth, her presence, this moment.

This didn’t sound like me at all. It wasn’t like me either. And yet, nothing had ever felt more right, not when what I saw in her eyes filled me with so much happiness and hope that my usual darkness was nowhere in sight.

“Please, Wyatt, make me feel,’’ she whispered against my lips, so soft I felt her words more than I heard them. And what an effect they had on me.

I pressed a kiss on her mouth, slowly tracing her lips with my tongue until her gasp gave me the opportunity to slide inside and deepen my connection with her. I couldn’t have enough of this, of her, of what she made me believe in.

My body finally responded, and I sneaked a hand to her pussy, finding her so wet and ready that as soon as I pressed a finger against her clit, she bucked against me. My eyes crossed with need and pleasure, so damn intense I ached. I fucking ached for this woman.

I circled her clit a few times, drawing out the moment when I’d be inside of her, but soon, too soon maybe, I couldn’t take it anymore. Not when her breathing accelerated. Not when she whimpered my name. Not when she threw her head back in pleasure and her cheeks colored further.

I wrapped my hand around my cock, and as soon as my tip came into contact with her pussy, I pushed in slowly. So slowly I gritted my teeth and the muscles in my back tensed and burned.

My breath came out on a hiss through my teeth right when I bottomed out inside of her. She opened her eyes, and as soon as those incredible eyes found me, I lost myself inside her. Languidly, I pulled back, not once looking away. But damn if it didn’t feel like heaven. Once my cock was almost completely out of her, I pushed back in, not speeding up. Her contented sigh was my reward, the ripple of pleasure going down my spine and up my balls was the cherry on the cake.

I surrendered to my feelings for her and deposited them in her care. There was no going back and no regret either.

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MARISSA


Eyes brimming with tears, I came, clenching around Wyatt’s cock deep inside of me. His loud groan of my name as he came with me only heightened the experience.

My breath came out in fast pants. My palms slid over his sweaty back, stopping only at the small of his back where I held onto, not ready to sever that connection, to end this magical moment.

I blinked back my tears and sighed when he kissed my forehead in that sweet way of his that never failed to make my heart trip. If I could, I’d hug his breath away and fill his lungs with all of me. If I could, I’d never move from this place in his bed, from this moment.

“Let’s stay just like that, sweet thing.’’ His gruff voice didn’t have the terseness he often displayed. No, I only perceived emotions that I didn’t think he would ever feel for me.

His cock softened inside of me, but not fully and that was the single most intimate moment in my life.

I squeezed him and kissed his shoulder. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, Wyatt.’’