Say You Want Me by Corinne Michaels Page B

This is about you.” He cups my cheek. “I’ve been good, but I won’t be able to stop myself if you touch me. I’ll want all of you.”
    “Is that a bad thing?” Right now I want all of him too.
    He smirks. “Not tonight, baby.” Wyatt kisses me. “Tonight, I want to make you come.” As he says the last word, his finger moves against my clit. “I want to watch the heat in your eyes.” My lips part, and suddenly it’s really hard to breathe. “It’s up to you, baby. Do I use my finger or my mouth?”
    Oh. Fucking. Hell.
    “I want your mouth on mine,” I say quickly. I want to be able to kiss him. I love the way he kisses. It’s commanding and yet yielding at the same time. He takes as much as he gives. I could kiss him all day and be content in life.
    As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he slips in a finger. “Wyatt,” I groan as my head falls back. His lips close around my nipple as he fingers me, his thumb pressing around my clit, making small circles. I climb toward my orgasm so fast it’s maddening, but he’s hitting every spot, completely unrelenting.
    Wyatt continues to work me hard. “You’re so hot, baby. Do you want me to taste you?” he questions, allowing me to decide. “Or I can just do this?” He takes the icing that is in the bowl and spreads it across my chest.
    I watch as he licks it from me, moaning as he moves his face, lapping up every bit of the icing. His fingers pump harder and it becomes too much. The cold from the table, the sound of his pleasure, the way his finger curls, the heat of his tongue, and the smell of sweetness mixed with Wyatt.
    My senses are overloaded.
    I let go and allow the pleasure to be all I focus on.
    “You taste even sweeter now.” His tongue slides against my skin. “I could do this all night. Feel your body against mine, listen to the noises you make, smell how fucking hot I make you. You’re going to bring me to my knees, baby.”
    “Yes.” My eyes slam shut.
    “You like that?” He fills me deep. “You want more?”
    “Yes!” I pant.
    I want it all. I want him. I want to lose myself with him, but he’s holding back.
    Wyatt pumps his fingers in and out as he latches on to my breast. He sucks and bites, causing my pleasure to spike higher.
    “I’m gonna come!” I yell as he rubs faster against my clit.
    “Let it go, Angie. Let me make you feel good.”
    “Wyatt!” I cry as my orgasm rakes through me. His mouth is on mine, swallowing my sounds. I kiss him with everything I am.
    His fingers draw out the last of my orgasm, our kiss turning lazy and slow.
    My arms are wrapped around his neck, and we both keep our foreheads against each other. “That was . . .”
    He chuckles. “Long overdue?” I smile as he kisses me again. “We should clean up. We need to get some sleep, and you should get dressed before I attempt round two.”
    I raise my brow, thinking maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing.
    Wyatt shakes his head. “Don’t worry, Angel. I plan to do that again real soon. As soon as you realize how much you really want me.”
    Then he does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He dips his finger in the bowl of icing, and licks it clean. “Mmm.” He grins. “Angie and icing. I found my new favorite flavor.”
    Yeah. I might have just come again.
    He helps dress me, which is sweet and somewhat disappointing. I notice the large bulge in his pants and feel bad. “I can help you with that,” I offer.
    Wyatt looks down, and then his face grows serious. “When we go there again, it’s going to be because you have feelings above the fact that we have amazing sex. It’s going to be about you and me, and what we’re buildin’ here. I want you.” He kisses me. “I want you more than anything. But not when you’re holding back, and not when you’re feelin’ guilty because I gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
    “Umm,” I laugh. “Little full of yourself?”
    “You’ll be full of me soon.”
    “Oh, God.”
    “You