Page 55 of Rain Delay

“I see we haven’t gotten over this morning…” I turn to face him, setting my Kindle down. “Thought you would get over it.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t get what I wanted, so…no. I’m not over it. And you made me wait all fucking day.”

“What did you want?”

His calloused hand moves up my thigh, stopping right near my center. “I prefer to show rather than tell.” His other large hand takes my face, cradling it gently as he moves his mouth over mine, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.

It was sweet and slow at first. Our mouths just exploring one another as we took our time. Wyatt’s holding me close to him, and it turns hot fast. I hum against his mouth as his tongue meets mine, sweeping in.

“All fucking day,” he pants against my lips. “You made me wait all damn day to be able to do this.”

It was purely intentional. I wanted to get him all riled up. I wanted to see how he would react when we got home.

His hand hooks under my ass, pulling my hips against his. It’s hard to ignore the erection pressing against the cotton of his sweats. It becomes even more apparent when our hips collide.

A moan escapes my lips, my back arching as he grazes my clit.

“El, fuck,” he draws out, repeating the motion.

Something so simple has me aching for more. It had been a while since I had been intimate with anyone .

I meet his lips again in a searing kiss. I rake my nails down his torso before stopping at the band of his sweatpants. I don’t know why I get nervous at that moment, like I wasn’t sure if he would be okay with it.

“Keep going,” he mutters against my lips, breath catching as I slip my hand underneath.

My fingernails draw right above his hard-on, and I look up at him, smirking. “Like this?”

“A little lower, baby…” he breathes out. “Please, Ellie.”

I love a man who begs.

I do what he asks, tracing my fingers down the skin even more, feeling his veins and muscles pulse against my touch.

“I swear to god, El…” he grits his teeth.

“Someone’s very needy.”

His chuckle is dark, seductive. “When I’ve been waiting for you to touch me, yeah, I’m not gonna stop until I get what I want.”

I lick my lips, wrapping my hand around his length, the pad of my thumb moving over the head, swiping up the precum.

“Fuck…” he draws out against my neck, a whimper leaving his throat as I do it again. “That’s what I wanted, baby.”

The way I’m able to make this man fold with a simple touch…I felt unstoppable.

The noises that leave his lips make me wetter than I already was, the sound of him begging and whimpering to be touched sounding almost feral.

Wyatt thrusts into my hand, running his entire length through my fist. Jesus Christ, I forgot how big he was.

“This okay?”

“I think my hard as fuck cock in your hand right now answers that question…” he laughs, his hips thrusting again, begging for more friction.

I take my bottom lip between my teeth. “I just…It’s been a while…”

He stops what he’s doing, lifting his head to look at me. “Still a pro, baby. You always knew how to make me feel good…”

“So…” I circle my thumb again before moving my hand up and down his shaft. “I keep doing this?”