Page 213 of The Reason I Married Him
It makes me feel like I matter.
He holds out his hand to me, and I take it, starting to straddle his lap when he stops me and then turns me around.
“Sit down, Aubree,” he says, taking my hips and guiding me down on top of him, my back to his chest. He leans me all the way back so my head rests on his shoulder and his hand wraps around my stomach. His erection presses between my ass, hard as a rock. Softly, Wyatt drags the tips of his fingers over my stomach and up to my chest. “Your skin is so fucking soft. It’s addicting.”
His fingers wander over my breasts, barely caressing my nipples before they move up to my neck where he lightly encircles at the base. Holding me still, he brings his mouth to my ear, where his lips brush against my lobe as he says, “Need inside you.”
I need that too, desperately, so I sit up on my knees and bring his cock to my entrance, only to slowly lower down on top of him.
I have to take a few deep breaths as I lower because I’m still adjusting to him in a new and different position, which seems to add more pressure, a pressure I wasn’t expecting.
“God, Wyatt,” I moan as I lean against his chest, his hand still gripping my neck.
“Your pussy is so fucking addicting,” he says on a groan as he starts thrusting up into me. “Fuck . . . me, Aubree. Warm . . . wet . . . fucking tight. Yes, so fucking good,” he moans, sending a bout of chills down my arms. “Can’t get enough.” He runs his other hand up my stomach to my breasts, where he starts circling my nipple again. “Move for me, baby, fuck my cock.”
So turned on, I anchor myself against him as he teases my breasts, and I start moving my hips around in circles, grinding on his lap and taking in the feel of him so deep inside me.
“That’s it, Aubree,” he encourages. “Keep going.”
As I rotate on him, his lips move along my cheek, my jaw, my neck.
His fingers play with my nipple, stroking, flicking, circling.
His hand applies pressure to my neck, his thumb gliding up and down the sensitive column.
It’s like he knows exactly how to handle me, how to bring me to the edge quickly.
“Wyatt,” I whisper. “I’m close.”
“I need more, Aubree. Squeeze me, baby.”
Wanting him to come with me, I start moving my hips up and down, and every time I crash down on his lap, I squeeze my inner walls.
And with every squeeze, he moans deeper and sexier.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” he says as I drop down on him again. “Fuck yes, baby.” He releases my neck and brings his hands to my hips, where he grips me tightly and then starts aiding my thrusts with his own. His body turns into a frenzy as he seeks out an orgasm. “Jesus fuck, it’s so good.” He slams me down again and again. “Fuck, Aubree . . . fuck . . .” He bites down on my shoulder, his hips flying now as he pumps up into me.
My tits bounce with his jostling, his legs smack against my ass, and his fingers dig into my skin. It’s the best, most erotic feeling of my life.
“Touch your clit, baby. I want you screaming.”
Nearly there, I bring my hand between my legs and massage two fingers over my clit, circling it over and over again. Combined with what he’s doing, my release presses quickly at the base of my spine, my body ready to fall over the edge as tingles of pleasure jolt through my veins.
“Oh fuck, Wyatt,” I yell as he pounds me down on top of him, over and over and over. “I’m . . . I’m coming,” I shout as my pussy contracts, and my orgasm takes over, sending me right over the edge and into a wave of bliss.
Wyatt groans behind me as his hips still and his cock pulses inside me. “Oh fuck,” he groans as I feel him come, his fingers nearly piercing my skin with how tightly they’re holding me. His head falls forward, and he bites into my shoulder as he continues to come, both of us taking in every last second of it until we settle.
After a few seconds of heavy breathing and relaxing our bodies, Wyatt says, “Fucking hell, Aubree.”
I chuckle and lean against him, completely spent. How did I not know that sex could be like this? So...incredible? Wyatt is such a selfless lover. “It’s so good.”
“It’s phenomenal,” he says, placing a kiss on my neck and then my shoulder where he bit me. “Fuck, I left a mark. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” I say, turning my head toward him. “I like it.”
Growling, he holds my jaw in place and presses his lips to mine. “You very well might be the death of me if you keep that up.”
“What a way to go.”
