With A Twist(47)

We stare at each other for the briefest of moments, and then he’s moving within me. Sliding an arm under one leg, he pushes it up and out, causing the elastic of my underwear that’s stretched to the side to bite into my opposite hip. It’s a good sting though because it reminds me that we are succumbing to our baser instincts right now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Long, hard thrusts as Wyatt hovers over me while he supports himself with his other arm. He stares down at me, and I stare back at him as I keep my bottom lip clenched between my teeth so as not to scream out.

I can feel him deep… everywhere, while he tunnels into me.

Through the pores of my skin, into the marrow of my bones.

Our eyes stay locked, yet pure ecstasy is etched all over Wyatt’s face. I know this feels as wonderful to him as it does to me, because for the first time since I’ve known him, he’s letting go completely on his emotions.

We race… climb higher and higher. Wyatt slams into me; I arch my hips in counter-force. Grunts, moans, whispered curses… I’m not sure if they are coming from him or me, but it just adds to the overall urgency to our fucking.

Racing, racing… can’t get enough yet wanting that ultimate crash of pleasure to overtake us.

It starts with me first… after one particularly hard thrust and follow-up grind of his pelvis against mine. Tightening in my lower back, heat spreading between my legs, and then a ripple of the purest bliss rushing up my spine before exploding outward.

“Wyatt,” I cry out as I arch my back and dig my nails into his skin.

I can feel my walls rippling all around him. He feels it too because he leans his head down, clamps his teeth into my shoulder, and slams hard into me one more time. His body stills, and then he lets out a singular groan of release as he empties inside of me.

My fingers release their tight purchase into his back, and instead start a soothing motion over his sweaty skin. His chest heaves from the exertion and he lets my leg down, settling on top of me while we both come down.

His cock still buried deep, I feel it twitch a few times, and I clamp down my muscles on him. This causes him to flex his hips again with another moan while the last spasms of pleasure drain away from our bodies.

I’m not sure how long we lay there, but long enough that my breathing evens back out again. Wyatt lifts his head from my shoulder and looks down at me. His eyes flicker back and forth between my own, as if he’s trying to figure out what’s going through my head right now.

If he asks, I’ll tell him the truth.

That was the most insane, intense sexual encounter of my entire life… topping what he did to me in the locker room by just a hair.

He doesn’t say anything though, instead pushing his upper body up off me while he dips his shoulder to get the holster completely off him. He pushes it across the carpet and then pulls his hips back so he slides out of my body. With one hand, he pulls my underwear gently back into place and then rolls off me so that we are now lying side by side on his carpet.

I’m boneless… have no desire to move. Maybe I’ll get up next year.

“How long can you stay?” Wyatt asks quietly, and I turn my head to look at him. His head is turned toward me and his eyes are warm… satiated.

“You want me to stay?” I ask with surprise.

Wyatt rolls onto his side and pushes up on one elbow so he can look down at me, one eyebrow cocked high. “You fly here to see me, we just fucked like rabid animals, I had an orgasm that almost made me pass out, and you wonder if I want you to stay?”

“It was a legitimate question,” I gripe at him.

Leaning over, he kisses me softly on my jaw. When he pulls away, he’s smiling at me. “Yes, I want you to stay.”

Pushing up on both of my elbows, I angle my head toward him. “I actually have ten days of vacation. Well, a workweek plus this weekend and next. I need to go find a hotel, but yes… I can stay ten days.”

“Fuck the hotel. You’re staying here with me,” he grumbles, and then jumps up agilely to his feet. He pulls his pants up a bit, tucks himself in, and then lowers his hand to me. I grab ahold and he pulls me to my feet, and even once I’m standing, continues to pull until I’m wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he murmurs with his lips against my hair.

“Me too,” I say with a smile, and then feel a gush of wetness seeping into my underwear, which causes me to jerk. “Oh, shit… we just had sex without protection.”

Raising my face, I see Wyatt has a sheepish look on his face, and he scrapes his fingers back and forth across his scalp. “Yeah, well… got a little carried away. You on the Pill?”