He nears the top, and I take a step backward, but he keeps barreling at me. I try to take another step back when he reaches the porch, but then his hands are on my face. I catch the briefest glimpse of his eyes, which are blazing with heat, and then his mouth is on me.
Pushing me back, slamming his lips harder against me, he walks me right back into his front door. My momentum is halted, but his isn’t as he presses in closer to me and his tongue shoves its way into my mouth.
A feral groan tears out of his chest, and my arms go around his back in an unnecessary attempt to pull him closer to me.
Unnecessary because he pushes me hard into the door, while his hands continue to grip onto the sides of my head. His hips flex in and then grind against me… his cock already hard in his pants, and hot, molten lust almost brings me to my knees.
A guttural moan rumbles out of me as I tear my lips away from his. This only causes him to fist my hair and tug my head to the side so his mouth can move down my neck.
I moan again… harder, and one hand drops to the front of his pants so I can rub his erection.
Wyatt hisses against the skin on my neck and grinds his cock against my hand.
Then he’s kissing me again… one hand gone from my hair and fumbling inside the pocket of his pants for his keys. He never misses a beat, his tongue working me hard, his hips moving against me, and yet he still manages to unlock his door.
A quick twist of his knob and we’re practically falling through the door. Wyatt pushes me a few steps in, wraps his arm around my waist, kicks the door closed with his foot, and then lowers me right to carpeted living room floor.
I realize I have no clue what his cottage looks like because my eyes have been closed, and they flutter open during our downward descent. I briefly see the back of a navy blue couch with beige throw pillows and taupe paneled walls.
Then my back is resting against plush, cream-colored carpet, and Wyatt’s body is covering me with his mouth, still working mine hard. My hands yank at his shirt, trying to get it pulled free of his pants, but I can’t work my way around his leather shoulder holster so I start clawing at.
Pushing up off me slightly and balancing on one forearm, Wyatt starts rolling his shoulder to help me work the holster loose. All the while, he continues to feast on my mouth. It’s the hottest, longest, most desperate kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
Once the holster comes free of one shoulder, I do nothing more than toss it over his back, where it still hangs from the opposite shoulder. I don’t care though… it’s out of my way, and it reminds me much of the same way he left my panties dangling around one ankle the last time we were together.
Tugging hard, I get Wyatt’s shirt up, only to be met with a white t-shirt underneath, so I just plunge my hands up underneath of it until I’m able to run my hands over his skin. My entire body spasms when Wyatt drags the hem of my dress up and plunges his hand down the front of my panties.
Then it’s really on.
Both of us claw and battle our way to try to touch each other. We’re both fueled by lust and desperation, and an almost terror that we may come to our senses at any moment. My hands fumble at his belt and Wyatt thrusts two fingers up inside of me, which causes my back to arch up, my head to throw back, and his lips to leave mine as I groan over the contact.
Wyatt pumps his fingers in and out of me, hitting something inside that makes tremors race up and down my spine, and causing my hips rotate viciously against him. His mouth goes to my neck, where he sucks and bites at me and finally… finally I get his belt undone, his zipper down, and his underwear and pants pushed down. His erection is hot and silky in my hands, wet around the tip, and I squeeze and pump at him, causing his hips to thrust against me.
Our breathing is heavy and hot, and oxygen feels like a precious commodity. I ache… I can’t stand the tension he’s creating within me.
Wyatt feels it too, overwhelmed with the same desperation that I’m feeling. The same raw need.
Batting my hands away from his shaft, he rears up, pulls my panties to the side so I’m bare to him, and with one hand, guides his cock to my entrance. He brushes through my wetness once… twice… then he lunges forward and slams his way inside, and oh, God… that feels fucking amazing.
His entire body stills for just a second, his head dropping to my shoulder where his breath comes out in large bursts against my collarbone. My arms wrap around him, and I dig my fingers into the muscles at his back.
Wyatt lifts his head… stares down at me with the most intense, wild look I’ve ever seen on a man’s face before. It’s at this moment I realize we’ve haven’t said a word to each other, instead choosing to communicate through touch and action.