Page 100 of Deking
Her breath hitches. “I need you to move, Wyatt.”
I smirk. “Aw, but I was having fun teasing you. My girl wants me to make her come?”
“Yesss,” she hisses.
“Say it then. Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
She looks me right in my eyes. “I’m yours, Wyatt. Your girl, and I’m needy. So is my man going to leave me needy? Do I need to take care of it myself?”
“Never,” I growl.
Slowly, I start to thrust into her. Her nails dig into my back as she attempts to hold on. I don’t give her a reprieve. I fuck her into the mattress, noting every flutter of her pussy against me. When she arches her back, coming on my cock the first time, I almost lose it, but I don’t want it to end so soon.
So instead, I pull out, playing with her clit until she pushes my hand away.
“Up on your knees,” I order her.
She does as I ask.
“Head in the pillows.”
She drops her head to the bed, her ass angled into the air. I slap it once, making her moan before I line myself back up.
Gripping her hips, I don’t hold back. I give her all I’ve got, fucking her hard and fast. She orgasms so quickly it makes me wonder if she ever truly came down from the one before.
Her pussy clamps down on me with such pressure that I have no hopes of attempting to hold off. I come with a roar, her name on my lips.
I almost say it then. I almost tell her I love her. I only barely keep my mind clear enough to keep my mouth shut.
When I pull out, I see the condom full of my cum and wish it was inside of her. I wish I could have marked her in a way I’m sure no one else ever has.
One day.
Standing, I tie the condom in a knot before tossing it in the trash. Then I collect Lyla in my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I set her on the counter.
I move to the shower and turn it on.
“Taking care of you,” I tell her, waiting for the water to get warm. Then I move to her and strip her of my shirt. “I think you should keep this. I want to see you in it always,” I tell her, dropping a kiss to her nose.
She giggles, making me smile.
This.
This is what I want. This familiarity with her.
“Come on, my love. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
She doesn’t protest as I pick her up and step under the spray. Nor does she try to stop me when I wash her body.
She does insist on returning the favor, which turns into a fourth orgasm for her and a second for me.
By the time we make it to the bed, we are both exhausted but sated.
I hold her in my arms and let myself drift off to sleep. My dreams aren’t just dreams anymore, though.
Slowly, they are becoming my reality.
