Page 91 of Rain Delay

I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him as he reaches behind, unclasping my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders.

He starts trailing delicate kisses down my body – making sure to take his time with it.

“Fuck, I could worship this body all fucking night,” he whispers as he takes one of my breasts in his mouth, his tongue flicking my sensitive nipple gently. The sensation has my back arching against the bed as his other hand traces a path down my stomach and stops on my thigh.

Wyatt slid my leggings down my legs, my panties going with them. “Oh, baby, I could never get tired of seeing you this wet for me…” he says, a playful smirk on his lips as he parts my thighs, each kiss he leaves sending heat through my body.

His thumb grazes my clit, and I suck in a breath. “Wyatt…”

He grabs my hand, moving it to his hardening cock. “Do you feel what you do to me, baby?”

I start stroking him before he devours my mouth in a hungry kiss. Our tongues clash with one another as he grinds his hips against mine.

“Wyatt, I need you…” I pant out, my leg hooking around his waist.

“I love hearing you beg…” he mutters, his voice low and raspy.

“Lay back..” I mutter against his lips.

Wyatt smirks, moving to lay back on the bed and I grab his sweatpants, slowly pulling them down and let his cock free.

“Please put your mouth on it…” Wyatt begs as I wrap my hand around it, stroking slowly before I lick a slow path up his shaft, circling my tongue around the tip.

“Fuck, El,” he moans, moving his hips upwards as he begins to fuck my mouth.

I pull back a little, using my mouth to stroke him, and twisting my hand around the remainder.

His hips are jerking and muscles are tensing as he releases short, ragged breath.

“God, El, your mouth.”

I pull my mouth off him, stroking him as I look up at him. “I want you to fuck me, Wy…”

“Say fucking less, baby.” He flips us so he’s back on top of me, my legs falling open as he teases his cock against my entrance.

“Wy, please…” I grind my hips against him, begging for that needed friction.

He slowly eases his way inside of me, our hips moving together, finding a steady rhythm as he thrusts.

“Oh fuck,” My head falls back against the mattress. “Just like that…”

He smirks before pulling all the way out, only to slam himself fully into me with no warning. I gasp loudly, gripping the bedsheets on either side of me.

“You feel so fucking good, El. Look at how fucking good you look taking me,” his lips kissing my neck, nipping and biting wherever he could as he kept his fast and hard pace.

I drag my nails down his back, trying to pull him closer to me.

“Gonna…I’m gonna come…” I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hits my g-spot with each thrust.

Wyatt moves his hand between us, his fingers roughly circling my clit in a fast motion that only makes my body tense up even more.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders as my orgasm rocks through my body.

Wy isn’t far behind, his thrusts getting even messier than what they were before his body stills – curse words falling from his lips as he finishes inside of me, his hips slowing down as he comes down from his high.

He lays down next to me, his breathing fast. “Give me like five…” he pants out. “Then we’re going again.”

I SWEAR if I tried to walk this morning, my legs were going to be pure Jell-O.