Page 56 of Rain Delay

“Fuck, yes, El,” he moans. “Don’t stop.”

I really want this to last, but it sounds like he’s getting damn close. His body is tense, breathing shallow. It’s almost like he’s a mind reader, as he grabs my hand.

“I want you to know that it’s also been a while for me, so if you keep going, I’m going to come. But I want to make you feel good too, babe…”

I move my hand, looking at him and nod.

He sits up, moving my robe out of the way before his eyes widen. “Someone was a little eager, huh?” he smirks at me, eyeing my now naked and exposed body.

“Maybe.” I giggle, my eyes fluttering shut as he trails kisses down my chest, stomach, and he eventually stops right above my center. I open my eyes fast, looking down at him, watching as he takes his time, placing delicate, gentle kisses on my thighs.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby. All worked up and wet for me.”

I’m already so worked up that when he brushes his fingers against my sensitive center again, my hips jolt up. I grip the sheets on either side of me as he touches me.

His finger eases inside me before retreating. Dragging my wetness over my clit, he circles it before dipping right back in with two fingers. My body heats up with anticipation as he builds up my pleasure more and more.

I let out a shuddering breath, looking at him.

“I really hope you’re going to stop teasing soon…” I watch his eyes move from my pussy to focus on my face. He says nothing, just circles his finger around my swollen clit again, smirking when my hips buck up again. “Wyatt…”

“I’ve waited so fucking long to be able to taste you again,” he moves off the bed, pulling me to the edge. “So, don’t fucking rush me.”

With one long swipe of his tongue, he tastes me. I sigh in pleasure, my fingers tangling in his hair.

I bite down on my lip to suppress a moan as he sucks and licks on my clit.

“Don’t hold back, El. Be as loud as you fucking want. I want to hear you.”

I let out a whimper, and he moans into me, moving his hand to dig his fingers into my thighs. My head falls back, and I suddenly feel really lightheaded.

“Oh fuck, Wy,” I rasp. “More, please…”

“What was that, baby?”

“I need more,” I whimper, a shudder heating throughout my body. “Please.”

He smirks, finally moving up my body and meets my mouth in a messy kiss. I suck on his tongue lightly, my lips working on his. As his hand moves to my breast, I move my hand between us, grabbing his cock and stroking it, feeling him buck forward when I touch him.

“Fuck, El,” he moans against my lips, my hand still working on his cock. Wyatt’s hips move against me, thrusting himself in my hand.

I meet his hips, thrusting mine upward and moving my hand as he rubs his cock against my entrance. “Wyatt, if you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds…”

“I need this to last, baby. I’ve waited too damn long for this, and I don’t want to get ahead of myself.”

His free hand pins my hips to the mattress, our bodies now skin-to-skin. My legs fall open around him as he trails more kisses on my neck, biting and nipping near my collarbone.

“I want this to last too,” I mutter, locking eyes with him.

“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve waited for this, El. Like, to have sex in general.”

I look at him, confused, propping myself up on my elbows. “What do you mean? Have you not had sex in a while?”

His hand cradles my jaw, and I watch as his eyes dilate, the black of his pupils nearly covering the bright greens. “Uh, five years.”

My eyes widened. “Pardon?”

“You were the last girl I was with, El.”