What she saw there had her nearly gasping again. Dominance, yes. A need for control, absolutely. But there was tenderness, too. And just a hint of the vulnerability she’d seen earlier. She was giving herself to Wyatt here, letting him take from her what he needed. But as she looked up at him, as she saw the openness on his face as he gazed down at her, she couldn’t help thinking that he really was giving just as much of himself to her.
It was terrifying and exhilarating and arousing, all at the same time. Her pleasure ratcheted up another notch, and she knew she was close. Knew it wouldn’t take much to send her careening over the edge into oblivion.
Wyatt must have sensed it, too, because his eyes darkened to a wild, dangerous blue that just might be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice taut as a circus tightrope. “Does that feel good?”
She nodded as much as she could considering his hand was on her jaw and his cock was down her throat. But the wicked grin he flashed her told her he got the message. As did the hoarseness of his voice as he instructed, “Now slip a finger inside that sweet * of yours.”
He watched, avidly, as she followed his instructions. “That’s good. Fuck, that’s perfect. Spread your thighs a little more so I can see. I want to watch you finger fuck yourself. I want—” He broke off as she did what he asked, spreading her thighs so wide they burned. And then she was thrusting her finger in and out of herself, fucking herself the way she wanted him to fuck her.
“Fuck, yes. God, baby, you look so fucking hot. Fuck. Now add another one.”
She whimpered as she did what he asked, sliding her fingers in and out of her drenched sex in the same rhythm he was sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you like that?”
Her only answer was a high-pitched whine that came from the very heart of her.
He was deep in her throat and she felt the cry go through him like an electric shock, his body stiffening and eyes going wide. In response, he thrust even deeper, faster, harder.
She sucked at him as best she could, but his hand was back in her hair and he was in control now, fucking her mouth with a blazing intensity that she knew would leave her sore later. Not that she cared about being sore. How could she when she was on the brink of an orgasm that threatened to consume her whole?
“That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck, that’s it. You’ve got the best mouth, sweetheart. You take my dick so good.” As he spoke, he never took his eyes off her wet, swollen sex. “I just want you to do one more thing for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”
She didn’t know. She was drowning in sensation, drowning in a razor-sharp pleasure that was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. But she nodded anyway, determined to give Wyatt whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed.
“Good girl,” he told her as he tightened his fingers around her nipple just a little more. A shock of electricity slammed through her and she jumped. Squeaked. He laughed a little, a low, dark sound that had her eyes falling shut and her body climbing even higher. “Now pinch your clit between your thumb and index finger like I’m pinching your nipple. Squeeze a little harder, a little harder… Fuck!”
He broke off as she whimpered, a high pitched, broken sound that resonated all the way through his cock. And then he was thrusting wildly, fucking her mouth, his rhythm shot to hell as he drove himself closer and closer to orgasm.
She was right there with him, though, ecstasy sparking at the very heart of her. Pleasure shooting along her every nerve ending. Fire racing down her spine, tearing through her limbs, engulfing her every sense.
“Fuck, baby, I need you to come with me. I’m coming. Fuck, I’m—” Wyatt groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he tried to pull her off. But she was teetering on the edge of her own orgasm, and there was no way she was going to deny herself the feel and taste of him on her tongue.
So she sucked him hard, sucked him deep, one more time. And then he was going over the edge, his release shooting onto her tongue and down her throat in a series of powerful pulses that had her own climax rising up like a wave to swamp her. To pull her under.
Her last coherent thought was that she wanted to see, and she blinked her eyes open just in time to watch Wyatt’s skin flush and his sharp eyes turn blurry as he gave himself over to a pleasure so intense that for a moment she feared it would tear them both to shreds.
Chapter Eleven
When it was over, Wyatt dropped to his knees in front of her.
Wrapped his arms around her.
Rested his forehead against her own.
And then they just breathed, their exhalations mingling in the hot summer air.
Poppy counted his breaths and his heartbeats, reveling in the sound of them, the feel of them. Reveling in the knowledge that she had brought this sexy, beautiful man to his knees—in the most delicious way.