He placed one soft kiss on the top of her neatly trimmed mound, Jinger couldn’t help but wiggle. She wanted him closer, wanted his mouth on her.
“Please Wyatt, stop teasing.”
“Oh, sweet gingersnap. I hope to spend the rest of my life teasing you,” he replied, flicking his tongue out to tickle the tip of her clit. Jinger sucked in a breath at the hot shock of that tiny contact.
“Wyatt…”
“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry,” he growled as he dragged the flat of his tongue up through her pussy.
Jinger’s hips shifted off the bed, seeking more contact with his mouth. Wyatt pulled her knees over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her hips pinning her to him. He sucked her lips into his mouth. He licked and plundered drawing her clit into his mouth, scoring it with his teeth.
Jinger started rotating her hips, seeking out that elusive peak that he promised to deliver.
“More, please,” she begged. She was so close, and she wanted to come and the reality was so much better than the fantasies her brain had managed to conjure.
Wyatt brought one finger up to her slick opening and ran his finger around the outside before plunging it into her heat. He pulled back and added another finger, dipping deep inside. Jinger keened at the stretch to the inside of her. It had been too long and the burn of his fingers along with the hard tug on her clit brought the hard shock of her climax. Grabbing the back of Wyatt’s head, Jinger pulled him tighter to her as the wave of pleasure coursed through her limbs. Wyatt rumbled against her clit and another course of shocks exploded from her core. Her pussy clamped down hard on the thick fingers inside her. Wyatt didn’t change his pace, he just kept pulling with his mouth, his fingers reaching into her center.
As the second wave crashed over her she saw stars behind her eyelids. Bright sparks punctuating each burst of ecstasy. She was panting and whispering his name as her climax finally receded.
Wyatt slowed his movements, easing her down. He felt her hands relax in his hair and they slowly drop to her lap. Wyatt leaned over after giving her stunning pussy a final kiss and then placed a kiss on the palms of both her hands.
“You’re amazing Jinger,” he said leaning over to lay his head on her belly. Jinger brought her hand up to his head. “I’m pretty sure that was all you, Wyatt.”
“No, sweet girl, you are the star here. I’ve never been happier than I am right now,” he said placing a kiss on her stomach.
“There isn’t anything I could do to make you happier,” she asked. Jinger reached for his neck and gently tugged. Wyatt responded by crawling up face to face with her. Jinger placed a soft kiss then a firmer one on his mouth. She tugged at his shirt hem until Wyatt grabbed it with one hand on the back and pulled it over his head.
Jinger got the first glimpse of the hard sculpted planes of his chest and the ridges of his perfect abs. She trailed her fingers down his skin letting her fingers dip into the grooves of his muscles.
“You’re perfect, so strong,” she whispered.
“Hardly perfect, I’m honestly a little worried for the day you find out how not perfect I am,” he admitted.
Jinger looked into his eyes and something deep inside that told her without a shadow of a doubt, he was perfect for her. She didn’t know how or why but everything about that exact moment seemed right.
“Wyatt…make love to me,” she whispered to him.
He looked at her for long moments then asked, “Do you want me to have sex with you or make love to you?”
Caught off guard by the question, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the difference?”
Taking his finger and tracing it down her cheek to drag over her lips he explained, “Having sex is a physical act. It feels good, hell it feels great, but it’s all body and hormones. Making love is all in your mind and your heart. It’s not about hormones and desire, it’s more addictive than that. Once you make love with someone it’s impossible to let go. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve never made love to anyone before. Sex yes, but nothing more.”
Seeing the truth in his words she mirrored his gesture, running her hand down his face and admitting, “I never have either.”
“Well then, it’s a first for both of us. Thank you for waiting for me,” he said leaning down to kiss her deep. Jinger felt his hands trail over her body, skimming and teasing as she matched him touch for touch. Trying to explore every part of him, he smelled so good she wanted to soak him into her skin.
Jinger reached down to the waistband of his jeans and struggled with the button. Wyatt brushed her hand away and freed his cock. Pushing his pants down his hips he kicked them off. Jinger couldn’t see him, but she wrapped her hand around the length of his hardness. She felt long, hard flesh. Running her thumb over the tip of his velvety crown she heard him suck in his breath.