Page 29 of Aperture

“Millie,” he whispers in my ear, as the hand on my hip starts moving up and down my waist. “Never think I don’t want you. You are all I think about.”

Then he spins me around and lifts me in one quick movement as I wrap my legs around him. It takes my breath away. Reaching behind me with one hand, he pushes the door open and walks us into the house.

We don’t speak at all as Wyatt kicks the door closed behind us. He walks us, still silent and looking directly into my eyes, into the bedroom, then sets me down on my feet and grabs the sides of my face.

“Forgive me,” he says so quietly, that I momentarily question if I even heard it. Then he’s kissing me. It’s slow, not like in the car. He takes his time, torturing me, kissing me softly before nipping and licking at my lower lip.

I open my mouth slightly and he swipes his tongue inside before pulling back and sucking on my lower lip again. He keeps kissing me languidly, tasting, relishing each sip of my mouth. I try to kiss him harder, but he just pulls back and smirks.

“Wyatt,” I plead.

“Sshh, Beautiful. I’ve got you,” he says slowly.

My hands are shaking with anticipation and my heart is beating out of my chest. I try to put my hands under his hoodie, but he stops me and holds them together behind my back with one of his hands. I huff in frustration causing him to smile again.

Using his other hand, he tilts my head to the side, then kisses my neck just as slowly as he was kissing my mouth. I’m just melting into the feel of it when suddenly he releases my hands, drops to his knees in front of me and lifts my sweater. Every inch of skin he exposes earns a kiss by his soft lips followed by a lick from his warm tongue.

I shove his baseball cap off, running my fingers through the beautiful light brown strands of his thick hair, tugging when he dips his tongue into my navel, pulling a moan from his throat.

He pushes my sweater up the rest of the way and lifts it over my head, still on his knees. Then, with deft fingers, he unbuttons my jeans, opening them just enough to place a kiss to each of my hip bones, and then reaches up and opens my bra through the front clasp, slowly sliding it off my shoulders. His blue eyes peer up at me as he licks his lips like he’s about to savor a meal. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sliding his hand up my body, he stops when he reaches my breast and softly traces the outline of my areola with a featherlight touch. Both nipples respond by pebbling. He continues this circling motion with his fingers as he kisses my stomach before moving up and using his tongue to mimic the same action his fingers were just doing. Because of our height difference, he’s still on his knees, licking around my nipple until finally taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, first one and then the other. I have never been so turned on in my life. I can smell my arousal through the jeans I’m still wearing.

With my head thrown back, I continue tugging at his hair as he worships my breasts. While continuing his ministrations, he grips my jeans and pulls them completely off. I help by shimming out of them, smiling as I look down at him. He stands and lifts me again, laying me down gently on the bed. The ease with which he moves me around makes me even wetter with anticipation.

“Wyatt, take off your clothes,” I say breathlessly.

“You are not in control here, Millie,” he says, slowly shaking his head as he takes a step back and stares down at me, laying on the bed. I’m completely naked except for my black panties. I pout slightly and bite my lip. He must decide to placate me because he reaches behind his back and pulls his hoodie over his head. This is my first look at his body. It’s about to become my favorite playground.

Wide, muscular shoulders sit above a defined chest, tapering down to a narrow waist. He’s muscular, but not overly, built more like a swimmer. Only a small amount of hair is scattered across his chest, but he has that wonderful little path to paradise that starts just below his well defined abs and disappears inside his sweats. He has a black tattoo that spans across his right shoulder and down to his forearm. In the dim moonlight streaming in from my open curtains, I can only make out a compass in the center of his shoulder with intricate lines and circles emerging from each direction.

I try to sit up with the intention of getting a closer look and licking my way around his torso but he pushes me down easily. I try to look offended, but the control he is taking is so hot and he knows it. He grabs my knees and pulls them apart, kneeling between them. He kisses my ankle and works his way up my leg to my upper thigh, where he alternates kissing and sucking.

He moves over to the other side, repeating the motions. I am writhing with need beneath him. Finally, he places a kiss to my center, over my panties. Looking up he smiles when he feels the wetness through my underwear. I let him be smug. He’s earned it.

With sure fingers, he pushes my panties aside and kisses me in the same place. He runs his nose up and down and groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever smelled. He hasn’t even really touched me yet and I feel like I am ready to explode.

Finally, he kisses my clit softly, taking his time there, just like he has with everything else. He kisses and licks me softly and sweetly, until I begin to push against him, seeking friction. Understanding my need, he begins putting more pressure on my clit and slips his middle finger inside me. I cry out at the delicious feeling. He adds another finger and works me with both fingers as he sucks my clit harder.

I hold him in that place with my hands in his hair, listening to the sound of his fingers moving in and out with increased speed. My entire body tenses up.

“Look at me,” he says. I have never looked at a man when I’ve had an orgasm before. It’s so vulnerable, but I will do anything he says now. I watch him as he savors my body. He looks up at me as he hooks his fingers inside me and presses against my front wall while his tongue lashes at my clit with several hard flicks. I explode on his fingers and tongue. My body arches off the bed, and I convulse with pleasure. He continues his brutal assault, lighter now, as I ride out my orgasm. He doesn’t stop until he’s licked and savored every last ounce of my orgasm, and then he finally looks up, his lips and chin glistening with my juices.

He smiles at me as he runs his face along my inner thigh, wiping it away. Getting to his feet in a smooth movement, he slides his gray sweats down, kicks off his shoes and socks, and then drops them on the floor. I stare at his perfect, naked body as I crawl to the edge of the bed, and then he comes to stand in front of me. I want to kiss every inch of his body, but I can only focus on his hard dick. Knowing that getting me off turned him on this much is powerful and addictive. I grin wickedly up at him as I wipe the wetness he left behind on my thigh and then run my hand up and down his length, coating him with my arousal.

His pupils dilate as I place a kiss on the head of his cock and then slowly lick up and down. He drops his head back and allows me to take complete control now. I swirl my tongue around as I suck him from the base to the tip, concentrating on the sensitive underside with my tongue and bottom teeth. Pleasure rips a groan from his chest as he begins to pump his hips, but then he suddenly pulls back, releasing himself from my mouth.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he rasps with heavy-lidded eyes. “I need to be inside you.” Then a realization crosses his face. “I don’t have a condom. Fuck.”

I can’t help but smile. “Wyatt, I’m on the pill. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’m clean.”

“Yeah?” he asks, one hand pushing me back until I’m lying on my back, and he’s settled between my legs. “I’m clean, too, and it’s been longer than that for me.”

I don’t even have time to process how someone like Wyatt has been abstinent by choice for over a year before he draws his hips back and then pushes forward into me. He doesn’t even need to use his hand to guide his way inside me. We are both so ready.

Since it’s been a while, it burns for a fraction of a second, but my body quickly settles into the exquisite fullness of him inside me. He leans down and starts kissing me as he slowly pumps in and out, his tongue mimicking what his hips are doing. I grind underneath him, savoring the feel of his body on mine. He is holding his weight off me, settling his elbows on either side of my head as he kisses me and drives his hips forward, in and out.

After a minute, he reaches down and puts his hands under my ass, tilting my hips up slightly so that he hits the bundle of nerves deep inside me. Between that feeling and the friction working my clit as I grind below him, I feel myself start to peak again. I grind harder, using his body to chase my high.