Page 210 of The Reason I Married Him
I want more.
I want it harder.
I want it faster.
So I grip his hips, and I encourage him to move more. I dig my fingers into his skin.
He grunts.
He pulses.
He thrusts.
He twists.
And before I know it, I’m panting, calling out his name, feeling my entire body seize on me as I finally tip over the edge, and my orgasm hits me harder than I ever could have imagined.
“Oh fuck, oh God,” I cry out. “Wyatt, I’m . . . oh God, I’m coming.”
He grunts some more, his hips flying frantically, the bed sounding like it’s about to break, and then . . .
“Oh fuck,” he cries out as he stills. His cock swells inside me, and he comes.
His moan is the sexiest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I continue to contract around him as he slowly lowers his body toward mine, keeping his cock firmly inside me. He props himself up on his elbows and stares down at me. He gently moves a strand of my hair off my face and then leans down for a soft kiss.
I get lost in the feel of his lips and don’t realize he’s slowly removing himself from me. When he’s entirely out, he lifts and says, “Be right back.”
When he heads into the bathroom, I sigh into the pillow and squeeze my eyes shut.
Oh my God, I just had sex with Wyatt.
No, I didn’t just have sex with him. I had mind-blowing, life-altering sex. The kind of sex that will live with me forever. A feeling that will never leave me. And I want to tell him that. I want him to know that this is so much more for me than just one night. I want him to know that I want to date him, that I’m ready to try something new and sneak out of the haze I’ve been living in.
But not now, not right after what we did. In the morning, when our minds are clear.
He walks back into the bedroom with a washcloth and gently says, “Spread for me, Aubree.”
Feeling incredibly awkward, I say, “You don’t have to do that?—”
“I said, spread,” he says in a sterner tone, so I spread my legs, and he takes his time cleaning me.
He then drops the towel and reaches for me. He picks me up into his arms and takes me into the bathroom, where he sets me down. Taking my chin in his hand, he leans in, lightly kissing me on the lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says right before he takes off. When I hear him in the bedroom, I lean against the counter and let out a deep breath.
I hope he likes me back because I can’t think of a way I’ll ever get over this man.
I stretchmy arms above my head as I arch my back against the mattress and feel the glow of the morning mountain sun filter through the window.
Soreness creeps between my legs, but it’s the best feeling as I open my eyes and turn toward Wyatt, but come up short when I see that he’s no longer in bed.
After I returned from the bathroom, he helped me back into my shirt. He was already in his boxers and brought me back to bed. I sort of hoped we would sleep naked together, or maybe he’d wake me up in the middle of the night and try to go for round two, which I would have easily been on board with, especially after the way he made me come the first go around. But he didn’t. Instead, he held me all night, and that was that.
Now that it’s morning and he’s not in bed with me, worry starts to etch up my spine. Did I make a mistake? Did I judge him wrong? Is it going to be uncomfortable?
Worried, I tiptoe out of bed and try to stay as quiet as I can while I move to my bedroom. I don’t hear Wyatt, but that doesn’t mean he’s not downstairs doing something, so I stay extra quiet when I grab my phone and take a seat on the bunk.
