shame.
And when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he kissed her, so deeply and passionately she forgot all about getting right to the action. She lost herself in the taste of him, the different textures of his face. She reached up to touch the softness of his lips, the scratchiness along his jaw line, and the silkiness of his hair as she threaded her fingers through the strands to hold on for dear life while he fondled her breasts and kissed her until she lost all sense of time.
Only then did he caress his fingers along her ribs and stomach and make his way to her jeans, releasing the button effortlessly and drawing the zipper down in a way she found ridiculously sexy.
He didn’t even bother taking her jeans off, just dove his hand inside and cupped the center of her, drawing out a low moan she couldn’t contain. She was hot, wet and ready—had been for weeks now. She strained, lifted against his touch, meeting his gaze as release found her and he took her mouth, absorbing her cries.
He held her as she settled, then her jeans came off, her panties, and he moved down her body, put his mouth on her and amped her up all over again.
She’d never known a man like him before, so eager to please when she knew it had been a long time for him, too. But she lost herself in what he was doing to her, and after he gave her a second climax, she was limp.
When he climbed off the bed and shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, she rolled over on her side and sucked in her lower lip between her teeth, studying the utter beauty of his body. She rolled over and pulled a box of condoms out of the nightstand.
He arched a brow. “Have men coming and going regularly?”
She laughed. “Ha. Never. But I was hopeful about you so I figured I should be prepared.”
He put his hand on his hips, and lord, he was magnificent. Powerful, hard and beautiful. She pulled a condom out of the box and he put it on, came to her and nudged her legs apart.
He stilled, watching her as he fit his cock inside her.
It was perfect, this moment everything she could have imagined as he filled her, swelling inside her. They fit together in so many ways, especially like this.
This time she didn’t hold back, whimpering at the sheer pleasure of every sensation, every movement.
He brushed her hair away from her face, kissed her jaw, her nose, her mouth, then took her lips in a deep kiss as he moved within her. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted.
They strained together, murmured and kissed as passion ignited between them. Hands clasped, Calliope gave as much as Wyatt did, knowing this might be her only chance to show him what he meant to her—how much this moment meant as the tensions they both held united. He drove within her, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. She didn’t think she was capable of it, but as he ground against her, refusing to give up until she did, she finally broke on a harsh cry, and he went with her, slipping his hand underneath her to tilt her close while he shuddered and buried his face in her neck.
She stroked his back and his hair, unable to believe this had really happened. When he rolled to the side he pulled her with him, adjusting her so her back was against him.
She wondered if he’d feel awkward. Wyatt was so quiet, but he kissed the back of her head, caressed her arm and cupped her breast in a lazy, playful way that made her smile.
He didn’t speak—she knew he wouldn’t—so she knew she’d have to be the one to break the silence.
“Well. That was pretty good.”
His hand stilled. “Pretty good?”
“Yeah. For a first time and all.”
He rolled her onto her back and she grinned at him.
“Not funny.”
She laughed “I thought it was. Wyatt, you nearly killed me. I came three times. I don’t think it gets much better than that.”
She knew he fought it, but his lips curved in that supremely male satisfied way. “It’s still early. Trust me. It gets better.”
He leaned over and
And when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he kissed her, so deeply and passionately she forgot all about getting right to the action. She lost herself in the taste of him, the different textures of his face. She reached up to touch the softness of his lips, the scratchiness along his jaw line, and the silkiness of his hair as she threaded her fingers through the strands to hold on for dear life while he fondled her breasts and kissed her until she lost all sense of time.
Only then did he caress his fingers along her ribs and stomach and make his way to her jeans, releasing the button effortlessly and drawing the zipper down in a way she found ridiculously sexy.
He didn’t even bother taking her jeans off, just dove his hand inside and cupped the center of her, drawing out a low moan she couldn’t contain. She was hot, wet and ready—had been for weeks now. She strained, lifted against his touch, meeting his gaze as release found her and he took her mouth, absorbing her cries.
He held her as she settled, then her jeans came off, her panties, and he moved down her body, put his mouth on her and amped her up all over again.
She’d never known a man like him before, so eager to please when she knew it had been a long time for him, too. But she lost herself in what he was doing to her, and after he gave her a second climax, she was limp.
When he climbed off the bed and shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, she rolled over on her side and sucked in her lower lip between her teeth, studying the utter beauty of his body. She rolled over and pulled a box of condoms out of the nightstand.
He arched a brow. “Have men coming and going regularly?”
She laughed. “Ha. Never. But I was hopeful about you so I figured I should be prepared.”
He put his hand on his hips, and lord, he was magnificent. Powerful, hard and beautiful. She pulled a condom out of the box and he put it on, came to her and nudged her legs apart.
He stilled, watching her as he fit his cock inside her.
It was perfect, this moment everything she could have imagined as he filled her, swelling inside her. They fit together in so many ways, especially like this.
This time she didn’t hold back, whimpering at the sheer pleasure of every sensation, every movement.
He brushed her hair away from her face, kissed her jaw, her nose, her mouth, then took her lips in a deep kiss as he moved within her. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted.
They strained together, murmured and kissed as passion ignited between them. Hands clasped, Calliope gave as much as Wyatt did, knowing this might be her only chance to show him what he meant to her—how much this moment meant as the tensions they both held united. He drove within her, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. She didn’t think she was capable of it, but as he ground against her, refusing to give up until she did, she finally broke on a harsh cry, and he went with her, slipping his hand underneath her to tilt her close while he shuddered and buried his face in her neck.
She stroked his back and his hair, unable to believe this had really happened. When he rolled to the side he pulled her with him, adjusting her so her back was against him.
She wondered if he’d feel awkward. Wyatt was so quiet, but he kissed the back of her head, caressed her arm and cupped her breast in a lazy, playful way that made her smile.
He didn’t speak—she knew he wouldn’t—so she knew she’d have to be the one to break the silence.
“Well. That was pretty good.”
His hand stilled. “Pretty good?”
“Yeah. For a first time and all.”
He rolled her onto her back and she grinned at him.
“Not funny.”
She laughed “I thought it was. Wyatt, you nearly killed me. I came three times. I don’t think it gets much better than that.”
She knew he fought it, but his lips curved in that supremely male satisfied way. “It’s still early. Trust me. It gets better.”
He leaned over and
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