Page 30 of Aperture

“Come for me, Millie,” he whispers in my ear as I go off again. This orgasm is more intense as he continues to pump his hips faster now.

“I can feel you squeezing my cock,” he says. “That’s it, Baby. You are such a good girl.”

Once my orgasm subsides, he flips us over while still inside of me, holding my hips in place while he drives into me from below. My legs feel like jello, muscles drained and depleted, but I am going to give this to him.

I sit up and ride him, lifting my hips up and down, our hands clasped together as he helps hold me up. I feel him start to move faster, and happily let him use my body the way I used him. After a few more snaps of his hips he stills and releases my hands, gripping my hips tightly, holding me in place as he comes. I can feel the moment his orgasm hits.

“Fuck! Yes. Millie!” he groans as he pumps through his release.

I fall onto his chest as we both try to slow our breathing. His heartbeat is swift, like my own.

We are both covered in sweat, and it smells like sex and Wyatt in my room. I can’t form words for several minutes.

Finally, I lift off him, and we both moan as he slips out of me. I start to get up and Wyatt follows my lead, sitting up and kissing me again.

“Millie, I can’t even tell you how amazing that was,” he says sweetly.

“You don’t have to,” I reply as I lean down and kiss him again. We kiss softly, hands roaming and exploring while we come down from our high.

“Let’s take a shower,” he offers.

“OK, but you might need to hold me up.” I laugh.

“I can do that,” he says, sweeping me up in his arms. I squeal in surprise as he carries me to the bathroom.

We get into the shower, taking our time washing each other gently, talking, and laughing. His strong, soapy hands feel amazing, roaming over my body.

He doesn’t tell me how he’s feeling at that moment, and he doesn’t have to. I can feel it in the way he touches me and looks at me. I can see it in his reverent gaze and feel it in his soft kisses.

We do need to talk about our relationship, but not tonight. Tonight, I just want to immerse myself in him.

Eventually we make our way out of the shower, towel off and climb back into bed naked.

I lay with my head on his chest, feeling his warmth and listening to his rhythmic breathing, kissing his chest every so often as he sleeps to remind myself that he is real. I feel happier than I have, maybe ever.

I’m smiling as I drift off to sleep. But when I wake up, my bed is cold and I’m alone.

Chapter 19

Gwen is sitting on my bed the next morning with Milo sprawled out across her lap. I sent the emergency SOS text this morning and she showed up with coffee and scones, ready for girl talk. She listens carefully as I recount the events of the previous evening, leaving out the best details for myself.

“He said it’s not the right time?” Gwen recounts.

“Yes.”

“Then he kissed you so good that it made your panties wet?” Gwen continues.

“Yes.”

“Then he drove you home in silence?”

“Yes.”

“Then he followed you in and gave you the best sex of your life.”

“Yes.”

“Then he held you until you both fell asleep, without you asking?”