Maybe I would let myself get swept away until I was ready to resurface. My heart tugged. Laying with her in a tent in the middle of the woods, her warmth pressed up against me and the taste of her still on my tongue, the universe had aligned. Like she was home for me, she was right where I needed to be. We just fit.
I just hoped that I could swim up for air before I drowned.
18
Hannah
I opened my eyes the next morning with a heavy arm draped over my waist, tucked into a warm, hard chest. Naked. It was the first time I had woken up with a guy.
It was heaven.
Wyatt was still asleep, chest rising and falling against me. His lips gently parted, and I took the opportunity to run my finger along the edge of his mouth.
His mouth opened and he nipped my finger. A giggle burst out of my mouth and he opened his eyes and grinned at me.
揋ood morning.?His voice was low and raspy. His arm tightened around me.
揌i.?
揌ow抎 you sleep??
A soft, pleased smile pulled at my mouth. 揋reat.?
He raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. 揑 bet.?
Another laugh rippled out of me and my face turned pink. I couldn抰 stop smiling, though.
Last night. Ugh. Last night was?the best orgasm I抎 ever had. It ripped through me like a tsunami. For a couple moments, my body wasn抰 my own. It was Wyatt抯。 He had complete control over me, and I loved it. The way he knew what to do, the way he touched me exactly how I wanted, it made me feel taken care of, cherished, comfortable, and so, so turned on. I wanted more, and yet I knew more would never be enough.
Keep fucking my hand until it feels too good.
I shivered against him. I was sore from his hand but I throbbed and ached for more.
揂re you cold??
I shook my head, burying my face into his chest to hide my blush and his arm slid up higher so his fingers were in my hair. I shivered again down my neck, all the way down my back. I wasn抰 usually like this, this turned on, aching, desperate-to-be-touched girl. This horniness was new.
I抳e been dreaming about this.
My core clenched and I made an unhappy noise in my throat.
揥hat抯 wrong??
I exhaled against his chest. 揌orny.?My words muffled into his skin. God, he smelled good. His scent made my eyes roll back. I was slippery between my legs and I ached again for him. I pressed a light kiss to his chest and heard his own groan. He shifted and his hard length pressed against my stomach, sending another ripple of need through me. I pressed back against him and his breath caught.
揧eah??He sounded breathless.
I nodded against him, pressing another kiss onto his chest. His fingers tensed in my hair against my scalp and I hummed with approval.
揟ell me what you need, Hannah, and I抣l give it to you.?
His gaze was heavy, dark, and half-lidded. Pupils dilated. Hair messy.
I don抰 think I抎 ever seen someone so handsome. I loved seeing him undone like this.
揑 need your hand,?I breathed.
He pressed a soft kiss on my mouth and his stubble scratched me in a delicious way.
I started to pull back. 揑 haven抰 brushed my teeth yet.?
His hand came around the back of my neck and drew me back to him. 揇on抰 care.?
My hand slid from his chest lower on his stomach, tracing every defined ab. They jumped under my touch and I smiled against Wyatt抯 mouth.
揧our body is incredible, professor.?
His mouth pulled into a grin against mine and he nipped my bottom lip. His hand stroked up and down my back against my bare skin. 揑t抯 yours.?
Mine.
My core clenched again and my breath caught. Warm, languid feelings flooded my brain and bloodstream and I rubbed against him. The pressure of his leg between my legs made me whimper.
Wyatt must have liked me rubbing myself against him because he slipped his hand around to my front. His fingers found a pinched peak and he rolled it.
I whimpered again, arching into his touch. A low laugh rumbled out his chest.
揊eels good,?I whispered.
揗hm. I know.?
The authority, the confident, knowing tone to his voice, like he knew he was in control, it made me clench harder. More heat, more wetness flooded my center. I grasped the steel length prodding my stomach.
He made a noise like he was in pain but even I knew better. I stroked him hard and he pinched my nipple in response.
揝low down,?he rasped.
I stroked him again. I wanted to see him lose his mind like he did last night, all over my hand. Wyatt was always so calm and cool, but last night, he was at my mercy. Like I was the boss. 揘o.?
He jerked against my hand. 揌annah.?His tone was warning.
揧ou said this was mine.?I worked the heavy length, so thick in my hand.
He groaned into my shoulder. 揓esus Christ, bookworm, you抮e going to make me come before I抦 ready.?