he could play.
Stella jumped, clearly startled, turning her head to try and see him. “Wyatt!”
“What?” He slid his hand over the pink stain that had bloomed on her ass cheek, and went lower, planning to repeat the maneuver. “Don’t you like this? Should I pull your pants back up? Take you home?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I shouldn’t like this . . .”
She sounded sweetly confused. It sent a rush of blood straight to his cock with the realization that no one else had played with Stella like this before. He was the first. And she liked it. Which made him really like it.
“I’m glad you do.” Wyatt dipped his finger more fully inside her this time, letting his head drop back as he felt how tight and wet she was. Damn, she was just amazing.
“This feels totally dirty or something.”
Her words sounded scandalized. Her body told a different story. Her hips had started moving, creating a nice rhythm so that he had to just sit there while she pumped onto his finger. He added another one to the first and was rewarded by a soft moan.
“Nothing that feels this good is dirty.” Not between two people who cared about each other. That’s what he really wanted to say but he didn’t want to risk her freaking out on him again. He wasn’t sure why she was so resistant to the idea of them dating. If it was just the timing, or something else entirely.
But he was patient. Hell, he had eternity. Literally.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” But he didn’t want to push her too far out of her comfort zone so Wyatt pulled his hand back. She gave a cluck of disappointment but he just urged her up onto her knees.
“Where am I going?” she asked, eyes glazed with passion, cheeks pink.
Usually vampires got flushed only when they fed, but her arousal had caused a rush of blood to her cheeks and he found that as exciting as anything else. She looked beautiful. Luminous. Stunned at the rush of emotion he suddenly felt, Wyatt leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. “I want to take my pants off.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
It really was one of the best ideas he’d ever had. Wyatt shucked his jeans and briefs, then brought Stella back to him, one of her legs on either side of his thighs. The soft, dewy warmth of her body teased across the tip of his erection. The carpet definitely matched the drapes in Stella’s case, her auburn curls an enticing pop against her pale skin.
He wasn’t sure that he had ever experienced a moment with greater anticipation in his life. Torn between wanting to draw out their mutual ache and satisfying it, Wyatt gripped her waist and flicked his tongue across her nipple.
“Please, Wyatt.” Stella squirmed in his lap, trying to raise herself up so she could join their bodies.
But he wasn’t quite ready. “Bite me again,” he demanded. He wasn’t sure why, other than he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to connect them, to feel the pull of her fangs inside him while he was inside her. To be something more.
So maybe he did know why. He was in love with Stella. That was why.
He was trying to bind her to him.
Maybe that wasn’t fair. But she never hesitated. Her eyes widened, yet she leaned forward, straight for his neck this time, and licked his flesh before sinking her fangs right into his jugular.
Holy hell. Wyatt groaned at the pleasure her drawing on his blood created inside him. Shifting her hips, he dropped her down onto his cock at the same time he thrust up.
“Oh!” Stella drew back, blood pooling on her lips. “Wyatt!”
Then she went back to sucking him so that every muscle, every ligament, every tendon in his body felt like it was being drawn up on a string by Stella, an erotic tug that pulled him all up and into her. Her mouth was warm, her sex was warm, and he felt like he was floating in a vat of honey, kicking toward an orgasm. He didn’t want to get there before her but he couldn’t stop himself from pumping hard,
Stella jumped, clearly startled, turning her head to try and see him. “Wyatt!”
“What?” He slid his hand over the pink stain that had bloomed on her ass cheek, and went lower, planning to repeat the maneuver. “Don’t you like this? Should I pull your pants back up? Take you home?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I shouldn’t like this . . .”
She sounded sweetly confused. It sent a rush of blood straight to his cock with the realization that no one else had played with Stella like this before. He was the first. And she liked it. Which made him really like it.
“I’m glad you do.” Wyatt dipped his finger more fully inside her this time, letting his head drop back as he felt how tight and wet she was. Damn, she was just amazing.
“This feels totally dirty or something.”
Her words sounded scandalized. Her body told a different story. Her hips had started moving, creating a nice rhythm so that he had to just sit there while she pumped onto his finger. He added another one to the first and was rewarded by a soft moan.
“Nothing that feels this good is dirty.” Not between two people who cared about each other. That’s what he really wanted to say but he didn’t want to risk her freaking out on him again. He wasn’t sure why she was so resistant to the idea of them dating. If it was just the timing, or something else entirely.
But he was patient. Hell, he had eternity. Literally.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” But he didn’t want to push her too far out of her comfort zone so Wyatt pulled his hand back. She gave a cluck of disappointment but he just urged her up onto her knees.
“Where am I going?” she asked, eyes glazed with passion, cheeks pink.
Usually vampires got flushed only when they fed, but her arousal had caused a rush of blood to her cheeks and he found that as exciting as anything else. She looked beautiful. Luminous. Stunned at the rush of emotion he suddenly felt, Wyatt leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. “I want to take my pants off.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
It really was one of the best ideas he’d ever had. Wyatt shucked his jeans and briefs, then brought Stella back to him, one of her legs on either side of his thighs. The soft, dewy warmth of her body teased across the tip of his erection. The carpet definitely matched the drapes in Stella’s case, her auburn curls an enticing pop against her pale skin.
He wasn’t sure that he had ever experienced a moment with greater anticipation in his life. Torn between wanting to draw out their mutual ache and satisfying it, Wyatt gripped her waist and flicked his tongue across her nipple.
“Please, Wyatt.” Stella squirmed in his lap, trying to raise herself up so she could join their bodies.
But he wasn’t quite ready. “Bite me again,” he demanded. He wasn’t sure why, other than he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to connect them, to feel the pull of her fangs inside him while he was inside her. To be something more.
So maybe he did know why. He was in love with Stella. That was why.
He was trying to bind her to him.
Maybe that wasn’t fair. But she never hesitated. Her eyes widened, yet she leaned forward, straight for his neck this time, and licked his flesh before sinking her fangs right into his jugular.
Holy hell. Wyatt groaned at the pleasure her drawing on his blood created inside him. Shifting her hips, he dropped her down onto his cock at the same time he thrust up.
“Oh!” Stella drew back, blood pooling on her lips. “Wyatt!”
Then she went back to sucking him so that every muscle, every ligament, every tendon in his body felt like it was being drawn up on a string by Stella, an erotic tug that pulled him all up and into her. Her mouth was warm, her sex was warm, and he felt like he was floating in a vat of honey, kicking toward an orgasm. He didn’t want to get there before her but he couldn’t stop himself from pumping hard,
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