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I lift a finger to his lips. “Wyatt, could we please put conversations about our friends and work aside for the time being? We’ve just expressed our love for each other for the first time. I do believe there are more appropriate ways to commemorate the moment.”
Lust fills his dark eyes, lighting them on fire from within.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Chapter twenty-five
Wyatt
Resisting the urge to jump up and down like a little kid, I walk swiftly down the steps of city hall, permits tightly gripped in my hands. It’s official, Ethan handed them over himself with a smile. WR Tours is opening later this spring, with our office based out at Oceanside Resort.
Now the fun begins. I’ve got a long list of equipment to purchase, staff to hire, a marketing plan to establish. But first, I need to find one very important person to celebrate with.
Paige closed the store early today for inventory. I promised to come by when I finished all of my work, bring some dinner, and help her.
But dinner will have to wait.
Using the key she gave me a couple of weeks ago, I open the door to Pages and walk in, closing and locking it behind me.
“Wyatt? I assume that’s you?” Her slightly muffled voice comes from the back of the store, over where the new sitting area is set up.
“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” I make my way around the stacks of books that cover the floor. Soft instrumental music is playing, Paige’s first choice when she needs background noise but still wants to focus and not be tempted to dance. The fact that I’m the only person she ever lets loose around, and shows her sensual side to, means almost as much as the three little words we can’t stop saying to each other. She’s turned me into a complete romantic fool, and I couldn’t be happier.
Her head pops up from the floor in front of the couch. Hair sticks out every direction and her glasses are crooked. I don’t bother to hide my grin as she stands up and walks over to me.
“You seem extremely cheerful. Did something happen?” I see the moment she remembers the significance of today as she claps her hands together. “You got all of the permits didn’t you?”
“I did.” I take her by the hips and gently start pushing her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the couch.
“What are you doing?”
Every now and then, Paige’s lack of sexual experience shows, and she’s oblivious to my attempts at seducing her. That’s okay, though, because nothing gets her going faster than when I tell her, bluntly, what I have planned.
“I was thinking of stripping off your clothes and burying my face between your legs. Make you come a couple times with my tongue and my fingers before trying out some new positions on the couch.”
“Oh…oh-okay,” she stutters, dropping down onto the couch. I sink to my knees and pull her forward so I can kiss her lips, then mark a path with my mouth down her neck and across her bare shoulders. God, I love it when she wears tank tops. Easy access to so much more skin.
I pull back and peel her shirt up and over her head, then push her gently so she’s leaning against the back of the couch. Unbidden, she lifts her hips, and I slide her leggings and underwear down and throw them behind me, then let my hands slowly creep back up her legs, generating shivers everywhere I touch.
“Have I told you how hot it is to see your body respond to my touch?”
Her answer is a moan when I lower my head and lick a path up her inner thighs. Her smell is intoxicating and I know from personal experience that her taste is even better. My mouth reaches my destination and I latch on to her clit and suck, hard.
“Wyatt!”
Her hands grab my head, but there’s no need. I’m not going anywhere. I lick up her seam, lapping up all of her sweetness as she starts to writhe under me. I snake one arm up and place it across her hips, holding her in place as I continue to lick, suck, and devour her. Within moments she’s crying out and her body convulses around my tongue. She’s mid-shudder when I thrust two fingers in deep, earning another shriek.
“Oh God, I can’t. Wyatt…p-please!”
“I’ve got you, baby. Always,” I growl, then I give her what she needs, flicking her clit with my tongue and sending her catapulting into the stars for a second time. I could watch Paige climax for hours and never get sick of the sight. Her flushed cheeks, long lashes fluttering against her cheeks, parted lips; she’s perfection.
I stand and quickly take off my clothes before settling onto the couch and lifting a pliant Paige onto my lap. She reaches behind and unsnaps her bra, and as soon as her breasts are free, my mouth is there, peppering her skin with open-mouthed kisses. I make my way over to one nipple and tease it with my tongue until it’s a stiff nub, then move over to do the same on the other side. She’s already wet from her first two orgasms, but nothing gets her ready faster than nipple play. And since there’s no lube close at hand, I want her dripping with need. Paige’s hips start to rock back and forth over my cock, then she snakes her hand in between us and wraps her fingers around my base and starts to stroke.
“Fuck. Paige,” I say hoarsely, releasing her nipple and letting my head fall back. Her lips find my neck and she doesn’t let up, rocking her heat over my length. It’s an overload of sensation, and yet, still not enough all at once. I’ll never have enough of this woman. I grab her hips and hold her still. My eyes find hers, and the love that’s shining back at me is my undoing.
“I love you,” I whisper reverently. Then I guide her up and onto the tip of my dick, my piercing making her squirm, before letting her slowly lower herself fully. She went on birth control two weeks ago, and the first time I slid into her bare, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Ever since then, Paige has been fixated on experimenting with different positions to see how my piercing can hit her inner walls differently.
I have been fully on board with all of her experiments. And I meant what I told her earlier, I do want to try a few new things. I want her bent over the top of the couch while I take her from behind. I want to spoon her and touch every side of her from the inside. But right now, I want this. The woman I love above me, where I can use my hands and my lips, as well as my cock, to make her fly.
