Page 115 of Wild Sanctuary

“Jesus.” I pull back just enough to speak against her, my lips brushing over her clit with each word. “You taste like you were made for me.”

Her hips roll up and I press a hand flat on her belly to hold her steady, because I need to take my damn time here. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, slow, teasing, learning what pressure makes her thighs shake and what rhythm makes her fingers twist in the sheets. Then I close my lips around her clit and suck, light at first, then firmer, and her whole body jerks so hard she nearly comes off the bed.

“Wyatt, oh God⁠—”

I slide two fingers inside her and she clenches around them immediately, tight and wet and pulsing. I curl them forward, searching, pressing, and when I find the spot that makes her cry out, I lock onto it. “I’ve got you. Let me hear you, baby.”

I build a rhythm with my fingers curling deep inside her while my tongue works her clit in steady, relentless strokes, and her thighs start to shake around my head. Her breathing turns ragged as her stomach trembles under my hand, and the sounds coming out of her mouth are going to finish me before I even get inside her.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t⁠—”

“Not a damn chance.” I growl it against her, the vibration making her sob, and then I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard while my fingers drive into her, curling on every stroke.

She comes apart against my mouth, her back arching clean off the mattress, and I feel it everywhere as her thighs tighten against my face. She clenches around my fingers as she gasps my name, and I stay with her through every tremor, easing her down slowly, until she’s boneless and panting.

Once she eases her grip on my hair, I kiss my way back up her body, lingering on the dip of her navel, the curve of her ribs, and the valley between her breasts as I taste her skin the whole way.

When I reach her face, she pulls me in and wraps her legs around my waist, and the wet heat of her pressing against my cock nearly stops my heart. Then I kiss her slow and deep, taking my time with it, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other traces down her side. She melts into me, her hips rolling up against me, sliding herself along the length of me, and the slick friction drags a groan out of my chest. Soft sounds build in her throat until she’s whimpering beneath me and pulling me closer.

I break the kiss and reach for the nightstand drawer, but stop halfway because there’s nothing in there. Hasn’t been in a long time. I drop my forehead to her shoulder as I huff lowly, “Shit.”

“What?” She tips my chin up and searches my face.

“I don’t have any condoms.” I hold her questioning gaze. “Haven’t had reason to.”

She searches my face as she furrows her brow. “What do you mean?”

I don’t break eye contact, just let the answer sit between us.

Her lips part as realization dawns. “How long, Wyatt?”

“Six years.”

She stares at me for a beat. Then I see it land. Her face does the math before her mouth catches up.

“Six years,” she repeats quietly. “There’s been no one in six years.”

“Couldn’t make myself want anyone else.”

Her eyes glisten when she takes my face in both hands and kisses me with a tenderness that almost breaks me open.

“I’m on birth control,” she whispers against my mouth. “And I’m clean.”

“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse. “Me too.”

She almost smiles before whispering, “Then stop talking.”

I raise myself above her and look down along her body. She’s flushed from her chest to her cheeks, her lips swollen from my mouth, her thighs glistening where my tongue has been. When I notch my cock at her entrance, she’s swollen and ready for me. I drag the head through her folds, once, slow, coating myself in her.

Her breath catches. And mine simply stops.

I press inside, slowly, inch by inch, our gazes never once slipping. She stretches around me, tight and hot and so fucking wet, and when I bottom out, we both go still. Her lips part and her eyes widen, and her nails dig into my arms, and for a second neither of us breathes.

She’s so tight around me as she clenches in little pulses like her body is still coming down from her orgasm, and I’m so deep inside her I can feel her heartbeat on my cock. There’s nothing between us now. No barrier. No pretense. No distance.

And I’ve never felt anything like it.

Fuck!