I stroked him again hard and he sucked a breath through his teeth.
揙kay.?He pulled his hand from my breast and pulled my wrist off him before he leaned over me to look at me. He moved to hover above me, caging me in, nose an inch from mine. A little smile played at his mouth and I grinned back at him.
揧ou want to play a little game, bookworm??
My grin grew and I nodded.
揙kay. This game is called 憌ho can make the other person come first.挃
I narrowed my eyes, pretending to think. 揟his game is new to me, but I think I抣l be good at it.?
He lifted his eyebrows. 揙h, yeah??
揢h huh.?
His gaze dropped to my mouth. 揑抳e been thinking about this game with you for a long time. A very. Long. Time.?He placed soft kisses on my mouth in between each word. My center ached again. 揑 have more practice and I抳e been paying very careful attention. So what makes you think you抣l win??
His voice was so light and teasing. My heart beat hard and I bit my grin back. I shrugged and adopted an innocent expression. 揑 don抰 know if I抣l win but I have to try. Isn抰 that what you抳e been teaching me??My other hand reached up to touch his chest and he grabbed that wrist and pinned it down as well. He was holding me down, and I liked it. A lot.
He flashed me a wicked grin. 揗hm.?
Another zing of confidence rushed through my blood. I wanted to make him slip. 揑 know your cock is probably too big to fit in my mouth but I want to try.?
He laughed in disbelief and dropped his forehead to mine, resting against me. 揓esus Christ, Hannah, you抮e going to win before we start the game.?He groaned before taking a deep breath. 揅hange of plans.?
揥hat do you梠h.?My words broke off as he shoved the sleeping bag off and pushed my thighs apart. I gasped as he leaned down.
His mouth came to my pussy and my head fell back. He groaned in appreciation and when his hot tongue slicked over my clit, I arched.
揟his isn抰 fair,?I whispered as his tongue ran circles over me, again and again, winding me tighter. I arched higher and higher, writhing against his mouth.
揊ucking hell, Hannah. You taste too good.?His tongue dove into my wet folds and I whimpered. 揘othing sweeter than you.?
Heat coiled in me and I itched to reach for him again but I couldn抰， I was too overcome with how incredible this felt. His tongue was soft, fast, and slick, and I was soaking his face but he didn抰 seem to care. His eyelids fell halfway as his tongue glided over me and the pressure built, low in my stomach. We filled our tent with moans and gasps, and then he slipped a finger inside me and my mouth fell open.
My core clenched him and he groaned against me.
I gasped a laugh. I could barely talk. He touched something inside me that made pressure build low in my belly.
He lifted his mouth to watch me, his finger still working that zone against my front wall. I met his gaze and something on my face made him grin wickedly. 揧ou抮e taking my finger so well. And I bet if I slipped a second finger in, you抎 take that, too, wouldn抰 you??
I jerked a nod.
He laughed low and obliged, adding another finger and stretching me. My head fell back.
揕ook at you, doing so well. You抮e so fucking beautiful, Hannah. I抳e always thought that.?His voice was a caress against my skin and I reached down blindly. His hand met mine.
When he did that last night, grabbed my hand, it was what I needed. An anchor, something to squeeze, something to remind me it was him touching me. It wasn抰 just some guy.
It was Wyatt.
揥yatt,?I whined. My toes were curling.
揗hm. I know. Tell me how good it feels.?He studied his hand moving in and out of me.
揂mazing,?I gasped, back going rigid. My legs were shaking. 揕ike I抦 going to come.?
揋ood. Your pussy is clenching me, Hannah. Do you know what that means??
I nodded hard and my eyes closed as the pleasurable waves approached.
揑t means you抮e close, baby. It means you抮e doing everything right. Do you know how hard you抮e making me? Teasing me with that pretty mouth, telling me I won抰 fit??
He lowered his mouth to my clit and licked me again, laying pleasure upon pleasure, and I wasn抰 sure how much more I could take. My hand gripped his.
揧ou抮e almost there, baby,?he told me in between the circles he lapped on me.
The wave inside me crested and I could barely speak. I could barely breathe. 揥yatt.?I choked the word out.
His fingers worked harder and he made a noise of approval against my clit.
It was that little noise, half-growl, half-groan that tipped me over the edge. It was the same noise he made when we ate breakfast, when he was starving after a morning surfing and his eyes closed while he dove in. Him enjoying this, finding me so delicious and necessary, it shot electricity from my core throughout my body. I ground against his mouth, and everything was tight and hot and incredible, so fucking incredible. Pulse after pulse sparked through me and my focus darted everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. My thoughts scattered in the air. I was weightless and floating.