Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

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Wyatt

I watch her eyes take on the same glint she had in them when we were in my bedroom, and I can tell what she is about to do. Even before she does, I would bet. Before she even gets a word out, I flip her over -gently. And pull her panties down but not all the way off. Then I swing my leg over hers and use them as a makeshift trap while I gently place my hand in the middle of her back.

“Wyatt?”

“Don’t jerk around, Callie. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

I lower my hand in a sudden slap and watch the soft globe of her beautiful ass jiggle. I’m instantly hard.

“Wyatt! I can’t…you better not…”

I land another smack and another before rubbing the pink-flushed skin. She’s gone from yelling at me to burying her face in the pillows. It doesn’t take me long to find out why. I let my thumb drop lower so that I can follow the curve of her round little backside but reverse the movement and go inward…and find that Callie is soaking wet.

I give up any pretense that I might be rubbing away the hurt now and let my fingers explore more of her hidden treasures. “Oh Peaches, you like that didn’t you?”

She takes in a shuddering breath before turning her head slightly. “Wyatt, I don’t…oh my God, your fingers are…”

“You are dripping, little one. Just dripping. Let’s find out if we can make it even wetter.” I swat her backside with one hand while keeping my fingers just inside her puffy little soft lips. I slide them forward so that I can rub against her nub and she cries out stopping me immediately. “Are you alright, love? Was that a cry of passion or a cry of pain? Callie, tell me you aren’t hurting or I’m stopping and we’ll do something else, baby.”

“I…I’m not…Wyatt, God, please.”

“Please what, baby? Tell me if I’m hurting you?”

“Please don’t stop!” Her voice is shaky and comes out high and needy. “Wyatt…I…I think…I’m going to…”

I give her another smack and strum her hardened bud with the pad of my thumb. Her body tightens and I start questioning if this was a good idea or if I should have made her wait another couple of weeks. I monitor everything about Callie to make sure it’s pleasure coursing through her and not pain. She cries out my name and her little pussy gets wetter as she starts trembling through a release.

Once she’s relaxed again, I roll her and take in the beautiful devastation I just caused. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks are pink, and her lips are swollen from my earlier kisses. Her breasts are soft and round while her tight little nipples are still hard pebbles waiting for my mouth to return. The flush from her cheeks reaches all the way down to the tips of her breasts while the front of her little pussy is covered in wetness from where I made her cum so hard.

“Let’s get you out of these, little peach.” I help her take the stretched material down her legs, leaving her fully exposed. I gently part her thighs, the motion causing her eyes to crack open just slightly. Her brow furrows as she tries to figure out what I am doing, and I maintain eye contact with her the entire time I lower my head to take her candy pussy in my mouth.

“Wyatt! Holy shit! Oh, cheese and crackers! You’re…” her voice ends in a loud moan as I use my tongue to split her apart and find the hidden gem I’m looking for between my woman’s thighs.

I run my tongue over the swollen flesh and take it in my mouth to suck on it. She raises up like she might come off the bed, but I stop.

“No! You have to stay still, or I won’t kiss your little peach anymore, baby. If you want my tongue, you won’t move.”

Her face settles into a frown, and she starts biting at her lip. “Wyatt…I’m not sure if I can. It…It feels really good.”

“I’ll go slow, baby. Let you have some cooldown time if you need it.”

“No!” She shouts the word. “I mean, I think…I can try to be still if you keep going. I won’t move. I promise.”

I give her a big, dopey smile before going back to tongue fucking her little pussy. Peaches is the right nickname for her. She is soft and sweet and the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. I could eat her pussy for hours and not want to stop. She’s getting eaten every morning before I go to work and every night before we go to sleep. Thinking about how damned good she tastes makes me want to question whether white is the right color for our wedding dress or if it should be pale peach.

I run my tongue over her clit and back further so I can dip it into her tight entrance where she is even sweeter. I mumble the words god damn but she can’t hear them because I’m face-deep in her sugar and cream. I watch the entire time as she starts to tense up and grab for the covers around her.

“Gentle, love. Take it gently.” Her grip relaxes and she chews on her lip again.

“Oh God, Wyatt. Oh God! I’m so close! So close! Just a little more! Just a little more!” Her thighs start to shake, and she rides my tongue to climax screaming out my name.

I never stop eating her delicious cunt as I work her back up and work my finger inside of her just deep enough to find the little raised ridges that I know will send her right into ecstasy while at the same time stretching her open so having me come inside of her won’t cause her so much pain.

I work her up until I feel her untried muscles start to pulse around my fingers, clinging to me like she’s going to cling to my cock. I fight back the urge to cum wanting my release to only go in her this time. She plants her feet on the mattress to push her hips closer to me, but I lay my forearm across her hips so she can’t move. The last thing I want is for her to hurt herself trying to seek the pleasure I have introduced her to so recently.

“Son of a bitch, Wyatt. What are you doing to me?” It comes out as a mix between a scream and a sigh as her body tips over the edge and her pussy clenches down tightly on the tips of my fingers. She cries out as she goes completely stiff and floods my waiting mouth with her cream.

The taste of her heightened passion drives me crazy and before I can stop myself, I’ve come to my knees and taken out my cock. I tell myself it’s just to rub her with but even I know I’m lying to myself. She’s so wet and warm and slippery from all her orgasms that even putting my cock near her is dangerous if I don’t want to slip right in.

The head of my dick runs the length of her and hits her clit before taking the trip back down. She gasps out and starts squirming to come closer to me. This time I don’t have my arm laying across her to keep her from moving so when she tips her hips up the broadest part of my cock notches into her entrance. Before I can move, I’m sinking in.

Callie cries out and spreads her legs wider offering me more. I fight the urge just to rush into her and take what I know belongs to me. But I don’t want to take it…I want her to give it to me freely and willingly. So, I close my eyes and muster the strength to retreat. And that is the moment she chooses to push herself on me, the head of my dick popping all the way inside of her sweet, soft heat.

“Oh shit, Callie! You…I’m going to need a moment, baby. I’m going to…”

“Wyatt…I want you. I want you to take it. Why won’t you take it?”

God damn it! God damn it! How am I supposed to take a step back when she’s begging me to move us forward?