Page 208 of The Reason I Married Him
And just when I’m about to lose my mind, his hand moves down my stomach an inch.
Please God, let this be him closing in.
I take a few breaths, and then his fingers move another inch south. Yes, I nearly cry. Please, he wants this like I want this. I hold still, not wanting to make a sound. My cheeks burn, my pussy pulses with need, and my stomach flip-flops, begging for him to continue his pursuit.
It takes him a few more seconds, but when his fingers dance lower, right above my pubic bone, I turn on my back so I’m looking up at him.
“Aubree?”
“Yes?” I answer breathlessly.
His fingers stroke right above my bare pussy. “Are you not wearing underwear?”
“I’m not,” I answer.
“Why not?” he asks.
And I know this is the moment. This is what I’ve been leaning toward ever since I hopped into bed with him. I either take the moment now, or I never do, and I don’t think I could face another night by his side without having his mouth all over me or his hands . . . or his cock inside me.
I want it all.
I need it all.
So I sit on the bed and push him on his back. Then I reach for the hem of my shirt, and with all the courage I can muster, I pull my shirt up and over my head and deposit it on the floor, leaving me naked.
“Holy shit,” Wyatt mutters as I lift and straddle his lap, nestling his erection right between my legs. “Fuck,” he drags out as his hands move to my thighs.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave,” I say. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
“Baby,” he says softly as he sits up and loops his arm around my back. “Fuck, do I want this more than anything.” Why do I feel like there is a but coming? “But . . .” And there it is.
Humiliation falls over me, and I try to slide off him, but he stills me.
“Aubree.” His eyes meet mine. “I want this badly, but I don’t have protection.”
Oh . . .
“Okay,” I say, feeling relieved. “Well, I’m on birth control, so it’s up to you.”
His eyes study me for a moment. Then his hand loops behind my head, and his mouth comes crashing down on mine. He leans against the headboard as I continue to straddle him and get lost in his mouth.
Yes, is all I can think.
Thank God, yes.
I want this man so much. I want to feel him and touch him and not worry about what might happen or what he might say. I want him to look into my eyes, kiss my lips, enter me with his long, thick length, only to bring me to the edge and let me ride there for a while before he tips me over.
I grind my hips against his lap, my clit riding along the ridge of his cock, his underwear getting in the way of what I fully want, so I lean to the side, and while his mouth is still on mine, I helphim get rid of the boxers, which he does quickly, and that’s when I settle back on his lap.
My clit to his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says as I glide over him, loving how it feels.
“You’re huge,” I reply as I move faster. “God, so big, Wyatt.”
Then my mouth falls to his again, and I part my lips, letting my tongue tangle against his and getting lost in the feel of his arm around me, his hand snaking up between us to play with my nipple. His legs spread, giving me a better anchor to ride him harder.
He grows beneath me, his cock stretching up along his stomach, and I use the angle to my advantage, focusing on the friction over my pussy.
