Page 32 of Truth and Temptation
“Why are you nervous?”
She’s silent for awhile, then she squares her shoulders and looks me dead in the eyes.
“Because I want you to take me home and make me come again.”
Well, goddamn. Apparently all it takes to get me hard is hearing Paige tell me what she wants. Every time she does it, her growing confidence is even sexier than the time before.
The trip down the path goes a lot quicker than it did when we were going up, despite me constantly checking in with Paige. After the third or fourth time of her telling me to stop asking if she was okay, I give in and trust her to say if she needs a break. We reach my car and I toss our bags in the back, buckle in, and peel out of the parking lot so fast the tires spin out on the gravel.
In the seat next to me, Paige is laughing, and it’s the most beautiful sound. “Wyatt, speeding is not necessary.”
“That’s what you think,” I grumble, lifting her hand to my mouth to press a kiss to it. “You can’t tell a man you want him to make you orgasm and then not expect him to want to do that as fast as possible. Now come on, distract me with more facts about Strathcona Park.”
Thank fuck for weekday traffic, or the lack thereof because we make it back to Dogwood Cove in record time. I drive straight to my house and park on an angle in the driveway. Striding around to her side of the car, I open the door and lift Paige out and straight over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, answering her shriek of surprise with a light swat on her ass.
“Wyatt!”
“Stop wriggling. I need my hand to open the door.”
“Then put me down!”
“Not happening.”
I manage to get the front door unlocked, slammed shut, and locked again, all with holding her in place with one arm. I head straight up the stairs to my room, and only then do I lower her to the ground. She starts to glance around, but I capture her chin and make her look at me. With her focus where I want it, I lift her thin shirt up and over her head. Her hair is falling out of the braid she has it in, so I gently untangle the elastic and run my fingers through it, letting it fall free. My lips find her collarbone as I kiss a path across from her shoulder to the column of her throat, then down, between the swell of her breasts, until I circle her bellybutton.
“What…what are you doing?”
My head tilts up. “I’m kissing you. Then I was going to take off your pants and make you come with my mouth. Any questions?”
“N-n…no…” Paige brings her hands to my shoulders, and I can’t figure out if she’s pushing me away or holding me in place. “I’ve never experienced…that.”
“You’ve never had a guy go down on you and stroke you with his tongue, suck your clit into his mouth, and fuck you with his fingers until you’re dripping down his face?” I’m pushing her limits with the dirty talk, I realize. But something about knowing I’m not only the first guy to give her an orgasm, but also the first guy to ever taste her is turning me into a possessive, sex-crazed, Paige-obsessed maniac. I need her, and she needs this.
“I can honestly say no, I have never experienced that.” Her husky voice is making it hard for me to focus.
“Then I guess I get to be the first.”
“You’ve been the first for a few things.” Her eyes are wide, showing her honesty and vulnerability.
“I know, baby. You told me that night you were drunk in my room. I’m honoured I was able to give you your first orgasm. Those other guys were idiots and didn’t deserve you.”
She doesn’t reply, but the smile on her face and the soft way she strokes her hand down my face is enough for me. I lean back in, and press an open kiss to her navel as my hands pull her leggings down over her ass, kneading my fingers as I go. Paige tangles her hands in my hair and this time I know she’s holding me in place. When I glance back up at her, there’s no mistaking the arousal and the anticipation on her face.
I help her step out of her leggings, then I slowly kiss my way back up her thigh until I reach her lace-covered sex. Her fingers tighten, then relax as I press a kiss over the lace in the middle of her legs, breathing in her unique musky scent. It’s addictive. I want more. My fingers curl under the edge of her panties, and I start to tug them down. Still moving slowly so she can stop me anytime, but something tells me she won’t. She wants this as much as I do. Her hands move to my shoulders as she steps out of her underwear and kicks it to the side, and then she’s bare to me. In that moment, the importance of this experience hits me again.
“You’re stunning, Paige. Everything about you amazes me. And knowing that you trust me with this, with your body, I want you to know I don’t take that lightly.”
The light in her eyes shines through her glasses, filling me with something indescribable. Unable to wait another second, I take my first taste with a pass of my tongue up her slit. Paige gasps and her upper body bows over, her hands coming back to my head. My fingers find her ass and squeeze as I take up a relentless pattern of licking and sucking, flicking her clit with my tongue, then thrusting in and out. I discovered that Paige goes crazy when she doesn’t anticipate what I’m going to do next. Which means there’s not any repetition to my actions, I’m alternating and changing my approach with every moment.
“Oh God, Wyatt,” she moans, and I can hear her panting. I lean back, just far enough to make her look down at me, and I lift two fingers up to her mouth.
“Suck.”
She opens her lips and I push my fingers in. Her tongue swirls around them, making me grunt as my dick strains against the confines of my hiking pants. I pull back, lower my hand and slip my fingers between her folds, coating them in the moisture there.
“Are you ready?” I ask hoarsely. She nods vigorously and that’s all I need. I slide my fingers in and curl them around to find her G-spot. When she lifts onto her toes and her hands forcefully push my face in closer to her, I know I’ve hit my mark. My mouth latches onto her clit and I suck firmly, and that’s all it takes for her to scream out my name as her sex convulses around my fingers, flooding me with everything she can give.
Her orgasm goes on in waves, and I stay right there with her through it all. For a woman who lacks experience, Paige is one of the most passionate and sensual women I’ve ever met.
