Page 65 of Rain Delay

“Wy, please…” I beg, pushing my hips up against him again, hooking my legs around him.

He moves his hand between us, his thumb circling my clit before he grabs his cock, slowly pushing it inside of me. Our hips move together; Wyatt’s breathing is heavy as our mouths connect again.

“Fuck, Ellie,” he kisses down my neck, palming my breasts.

“Wyatt,” I moan. “Faster, please. I want this.”

His thrusts start to get a little faster and sloppier, losing control in himself. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

He pulls my ankles to his shoulders before leaning down, deepening the angle he was at. My back arches up against the bed and I grip his biceps. “You, Wyatt. I just need you.”

Wyatt grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’ve got me, beautiful.”

“Oh my god,” I cry out. “Faster, please,”

He kisses me again, his pace picking up as he thrusts harder against me. My eyes roll back and my head falls against the pillow as he takes that as an opportunity to pick up his rhythm.

“Fuck,” he curses, pressing a hand against my hip, holding me down against the bed.

The sounds coming out of us both were loud as hell but I didn’t care.

“Yes, yes!” I chant, kissing him deeply again. “I’m so close, Wy.” I say in between his thrusts.

“El, shit,” He grunts out between breaths as we both hit our highs. His release rocks through him, spilling into me as my legs tense up and hips spasm as I hit yet another powerful orgasm. “That’s my girl.”

His hips slow their movement and he moves off of me.

Wyatt moved onto his side and turned me toward him, his eyes scanning my face. “Are you okay, baby?”

I nod, putting a hand on his cheek. “I’m more than okay, Wy.”

He gives me a small smile before pulling my body against his, tilting my chin to kiss me.

“I hope you know you’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” he tells me as if I had another option.

“Okay.” I agree, sitting up and taking a deep breath.

He climbs out of bed, grabs a pair of boxers and slid them on before tossing me one of his old shirts. “Another to add to your collection,” he winked at me.

“I will say that I do look better in them anyway…” I giggle, watching as he climbs back in bed and lies next to me, pulling me close to him.

“I’ve never agreed with a statement more.” He kisses my forehead. “I better wake up, and you’re still here.”

I lay my head on his arm, looking up at him. “I’m not going anywhere, Wy. I promise. I’ll be right here, because where else would I be?”

“I don’t know, babe. Just something that lingers on my mind, but I trust your word.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” I trace my fingers along his tattooed arm. “I am not running away, you’re stuck with me like an annoying pest.”

He chuckles softly. “There’s no one else I’d rather have pestering me.”

Chapter 23

Wyatt

I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING with Ellie’s head on my chest and her arm draped over my chest, looking like she was having the best sleep of her life.

Her one leg over my waist as some of her hair covered her face.