Page 64 of Rain Delay

“You get to lay in bed with me. Maybe I’ll be nice and treat you nice…” He smirks, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to his bed, laying me down in the middle and hovered over me. “I’m sorry if the guys made you uncomfortable.”

I shake my head, looking up at him. “They didn’t. I expected all of the questions. I know they’ve been dying to ask them.” I laugh. “How much shit did they give you?”

He chuckles. “Not a lot, I made sure that they knew their limits.”

I smile small at him. “Glad you had fun. I didn’t want to invade too much, so I retreated to my room.”

“This is your home too, y’know…” he tells me, his knuckles brushing along the side of my face. “What’s mine is yours. They’re your friends too.”

This is your home too. My chest swells hearing that. He’d started to refer to this house as our home more, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.

Part of me was still thinking that everything that was happening was a part of some giant fever dream. Like someone was going to wake me up from this dream at any moment and it would be all gone.

It feels too good to be true. Why would the world want us to be together again? There was a reason we ended the first time, so what was this universe trying to tell us?

I nod, running my hands through his hair. “You’re too good to me.”

“And that’s a problem?’ He leans down, closing the space, and presses his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

“El, I promise I’m always going to treat you right. You deserve to be worshipped and appreciated for everything that you do for me.” He tells me as he kisses me again.

I smile against his mouth before he lifts himself to his knees, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. He tosses it aside, and then he slides my shorts down my legs.

“Sometimes I wake up and expect you not to be next to me,” Wyatt admits to me. “I’ve spent years wishing I would get another chance to make this right.” He trails delicate kisses down my chest, eventually moving down my body, mapping every inch with a kiss.

My eyes flutter shut as I take a deep breath. Every touch felt familiar. Almost dangerous, but I continued to let them happen. Though the way Wyatt touched me now felt more delicate and careful.

Like he was scared that I would run away. Like he would wake up one morning, and I wouldn’t be there.

There was no other place I wanted to be. Being with Wyatt was the only place I could picture myself. I wasn’t letting this slip away from me.

My entire body quivers, my hands gripping his biceps as he traces my body with his mouth.

My hands rake through his hair again as he kisses right above my center. My nails dig into his scalp when he kisses my hip. He hisses and pulls my legs apart, his mouth finding my inner thighs with rough, anxious kisses.

Wyatt’s mouth continues to kiss and nip before he runs his thumb over my already sensitive clit. He pulls my panties down, smirking as he looks at how wet I was already.

“This all for me?” He asks as he latches his mouth on my pussy, his tongue circling around my clit.

I gasp, moaning as I grab his hair, pulling slightly as he sucks on my clit, my hips bucking with each time he does it. My body was already so sensitive, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Wy,” I whimper, grinding my hips against his face.

His eyes look up to meet mine briefly before he puts a hand down on my thigh, completely spreading me before he gets back to kissing and sucking on my clit.

I can feel my body start to coil up, the wave approaching faster than I expected it to. “Wyatt, I’m gonna,” I pant out. “Gonna come.”

I hit my high, the orgasm surging through my body as his tongue continues circling and he kisses on my pussy a few more times before moving up my body and meets my mouth in a kiss.

His hands find my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples.

With every touch, I feel like I’m about to fall over the edge again. The effect Wyatt has on me is magical.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, earning a groan from me. “Can I show you?”

I nod slowly, keeping my eyes on him as I watch him rid himself of his sweats and boxers, moving back so we’re skin-to-skin.

His erection slides along my thigh before he presses himself against my clit, my hips jerking up at the touch.