Ocean of Love (16 page)

Marissa wiped her finger across his crown
and licked the tip of her finger. She tasted a slick saltiness that
made her want to savor him fully in her mouth. Sliding her hand
down to the base of his cock, she rubbed her fingertips over his
balls, tight against his body.

Wyatt gently pinched her clit making her
arch up against him. She gasped, laying her head against his
shoulder. He pushed her playfully back onto the bed. His fingers
spread open her pussy.

“
You’re trembling from
excitement. Come for me.” His chuckle came out a possessive growl.
He found her spot and rubbed, gliding his finger over her sex. He
didn’t stop until her knees clamped around his arm.

She groaned, biting her tongue to restrain
herself from screaming wildly. “Wyatt, please,” she moaned.

His finger kept stroking up and slowly down.
He blew on her slit. A warm, delicious hum spread over her skin and
deep into her body. Her body blazed, pressure having built up, and
then she felt a spasm of ecstasy and clung to him.

He wrapped her in his arms. “Darling,
darling, come for me. Let yourself go.”

She rubbed against his body, digging her
nails into his arms, her abdomen convulsing, unfurling waves of
pleasure. Her desire no longer waited nice and easy but roared to
life. Her blood raced, thundering in her head, boiling in her
veins, mounting pressure between her thighs.

“
Wyatt, come to me.” She
held out her arms to him. Her body demanded that he take what they
both urgently wanted.

God, she wanted to cry out. Her fingers bit
down into his forearms, never having wanted anything as badly as
she desired him. He bent and ran his finger across her slit, again
and again. Her pussy pulsated, so hard the muscles in her bottom
convulsed.

He chuckled possessively. “Patience,
baby.”

When he found her swollen clit, she cried
out. “Wyatt, please.” Her body took over, chasing the wild storm of
her climax and he pushed her toward the edge of a cliff.

“
I’m about to make you feel
damn good.” He touched her opening. Hovering, he gently pushed into
her pussy just as she wanted. She’d never felt anything as
explosive. He plunged gently, pushing into her and out, into her
and out. She rocked along with his finger.

“
Mmmm, yes, yes.
Rapturous.”

Wyatt’s touches unfurled the seas within her
body, building each wave higher until she was ready to soar or
crash. She craved his body, the part that fit into her, the part
that complimented her body and mind.

As if he read her thoughts, Wyatt moved
himself forward over her. His weight shifted until he covered her
body. The blazing heat radiated from him across her skin but oh, it
was the feel of his shaft, wedged between her thighs that made her
legs open wider, seeking to let him find entrance. Liquid heat
pooled and rippled in her belly and spread outward. She tried to
ride the tip of his head between her thighs, wanting him to enter
her body.

“
You’re so wet. I want you.
Badly.” His hands found hers, and he squeezed one of her palms,
bringing her hand down to his cock. “Touch me,” he
whispered.

Wyatt pumped hard into her fingers
encircling his shaft. He brought his hand up along her jaw,
caressing her cheek, and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into
her mouth deeply.

She stopped stroking him as if by his silent
command. He moved, rocking back on his heels. His penis stuck
straight up from his groin. The veins on the sides were swollen.
His cock was rigid, ruddy, and dripping. Marissa slithered her
fingers over his skin. Stopping before his erection, she wrapped
her fingers around his shaft, holding him as he’d shown her. More
drops of liquid released from his crown. She coated her thumb with
his pre-cum and brushed the side her finger over the tip of his
cock.

She laced her hands together around his
shaft and began moving her hands up and down. This time he remained
still. His muscles strained along his arms and shoulders. Another
muscle twitched along his jaw, and she met his gaze.

“
I’ve wanted you this way
from the moment I saw you. Me rigid and ready in your hand, just
the way I imagined.”

She kept holding him, moving her fingers
along his swollen ridge. “You’re wet? So slippery. Mmm. Hard and
smooth all at once.” Her fingers curled around him again. “I want
to suck you.”

Without another warning, she lowered her
head, and slid her tongue over his crown. She lapped at the tip of
him before she wrapped her lips over him, taking his cock into her
mouth. Her head bobbed.

He placed his hands on either side of her
face, guiding her over his cock as he rocked his hips. “Oh baby,
your hot little mouth delivers the sweetest pressure. God, you feel
great.”

She sucked him, moving up and over his
crown, and then softly glided down his length. He pumped into her
mouth, hitting the back of her throat, moaning loudly. The muscles
of his shoulders bunched, and his face strained. She rubbed her
tongue all over him.

His body shivered as he fucked her mouth.
She slid his head deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling
patterns around the tip. She explored him, sucking him, first soft
then hard. She lifted her head, releasing him from her mouth, the
comforter nearly torn by his hands.

“
Now, I want to suck on
your pussy,” he said in hoarse voice. “Open your legs for me. Let
me taste you.”

She swallowed nervously. There was no
stopping him. He repositioned his body between her legs, his
shoulders wedged up against her thighs. He pressed his mouth on the
inner skin of her leg. He ran his tongue slowly up her leg,
flicking the hypersensitive skin at the top of her thigh. She
trembled and tugged on his hair, longing to straddle his
shoulders.

His body tensed against
hers, he lifted up, and an aura of power from him cloaked her. His
lips brushed across the side of her slit.
Was he really going to put his mouth between her
legs?

Wyatt locked his eyes with hers, and
continued licking and kissing across her abdomen. He dragged his
mouth over her pubic bone, nibbling her skin, and continued moving
his chin downward. He slipped his scorching tongue into the top of
her cleft, licking all the way down her sex. His hands smoothed the
length of skin up her stomach, higher he went until his fingers
rested on the curve of each of her breasts.

He pulled her nipples, tweaking each into a
hardened point. He sucked her sex, sending a current of fire up her
body. Wyatt slipped his tongue into and out of her. She arched up,
stifling a cry, sizzling from each point of contact. Threading her
fingers into his hair, she pulled his head not knowing what else to
do. He gazed up at her, his stare hot and hungry, and he lowered
his mouth, pushing his tongue into her slit, farther still into her
opening.

A muffled plea fell from her lips. His name
came out incoherently.

He pulled his hands down her stomach. His
fingers were between her legs, trailing hot ribbons of tingling
lines over her skin.

Wyatt groaned, “I wish you could see how
beautiful you are.”

His tongue swiped across her pussy, sending
a spark of pleasure in all directions. His warm, moist mouth nipped
and sucked, his tongue flicked over every centimeter of her,
extracting a moan steeped in bliss. Her sex throbbed, aching and
swollen, and this time she didn’t hold back screaming his name. She
didn’t know if she yelled his name once or several times in a
row.

He pushed his finger into her pussy. “Baby,
you’re so tight,” he whispered hot words over her skin and licked
her pussy again.

A spasm unfolded deep inside her abdomen.
She called out his name. “More. Please do it again.”

He placed his palm against her hip. “You’re
an inferno and so wet.”

A sense of urgency coiled tightly, making
sensible thoughts disappear from her head. Spasms of pleasure
spread within her body with each lash of his tongue, a ratchet he
used to tighten her desire. She rubbed her hands over his
shoulders. He thumbed her sensitive spot over and over. She was
falling, risking but not caring, and she knew not where he was
taking her.

“
Wyatt, I’m about to
explode,” she cried out, her hips coming off the bed. Release came
to her with his hands on her thighs and his mouth licking her
sensitized opening. She gulped in mouthfuls of air, more like deep,
erratic swallows.

“
You taste so delicious.
Soft and silky.”

“
Heaven couldn’t be
sweeter,” she murmured, her heartbeat hammering from the inside of
her chest. “And what about your pleasure?”

“
Now,” he whispered.
“Right. Now.”

He swiftly moved over her body, taking
possession of her mouth again. She tasted herself on his lips.
Erotic and sensuous. She closed her eyes, riding the effortless
waves that spiked and eased within her body. Delicious. Tender.
Dominating. He was the perfect lover.

* * *

Wyatt could not contain his desire further.
His cock thrummed to a serious beat inside his head. A moment
longer he’d burst at the seams. He was fully engorged, almost too
painful to keep rubbing against Marissa’s body.

“
Oh baby, I’m so ready for
this moment.” His voice strangled inside his throat.

Marissa probed over his abdomen, up along
his ribs to his chest then her hands floated back down again. Her
hand glided over his stomach, lower over his twitching cock, and
circled around his balls. She ran one finger along the underside of
his cock, working knots into his self-control while she took him
into her mouth again.

A few more seconds and he’d burst apart in
countless pieces. His balls tightened and he caught her wrist.

“
I cannot let you explore
further for the moment. If we don’t make love, the way I need us to
be, I’ll explode or go crazy. Or both.”

The force of his words blew out between the
grinding of his jaw. He couldn’t interpret her expression but
kissed her, locking their mouths together briefly, and moved
between her legs. His fingers brushed across her slit, hot and damp
and his.

He swallowed up her moan. Damn, never had
making love to a woman been so extreme. Christ, the things he
wanted to do to her and at the same time protect her. He wanted to
brand her, mark her as private territory, and never let her go
until he’d had his fill.

Holding her face between his palms, he gazed
into her beautiful, sea-green eyes. A woman like this who held
mysteries and secrets would require a GPS to find himself back to
civilization. He ran his fingers along her softness, opening her to
him. Slowly, he moved his finger from the front of her pussy all
the way to her sweet, maiden gap.

She gasped as he swirled the tip of his
finger ever so lightly around her clit. She burst into motion,
flexing her hips, such a sensitized creature. He pressed his palm
to her belly, holding her in place. Marissa’s legs trembled, her
thighs shook on either side of his hips. He grabbed ahold of the
head of his cock, and positioned himself at her entrance. She was
tight and narrow, and he moved not a millimeter. There was no way
around what was to come.

“
You’ll be all mine. Soon.”
He kissed her deeply and pushed forward. Her mouth released from
his lips. Her eyes opened wider.

She cried out once, digging her nails into
his shoulders, and clamped her legs around his body.

“
Shssh, this will only hurt
once.” He pushed forward again, harder this time, easing into the
space where his primal instinct swore he must go to claim
her.

“
Wyatt,” she moaned and he
covered her mouth with his. He pushed forward, stretching her
opening, pushing forward again until he found himself seated within
her body, not all the way, but connecting them both. If he could
absolve her pain he would in a heartbeat. He caressed the side of
her jaw with his thumb, giving her a moment to recover. She moved
under him, rubbing her hands down his back.

“
Sweetness,” he whispered.
He kissed her, a light brush against her lips. He drank in the
vision of her.

She opened her eyes and bit her lower lip.
She entwined her hands into his hair, flexing her hips, squeezing
his cock. She fluttered her lids, moaning his name.

“
Wyatt. You feel so good
inside me.” A seductive curve adorned her lips.

He arched his back, rising up, and pushed
forward another inch inside her. The power to give them both what
they wanted roared inside his body. He held back for a moment, his
cock seated in her velvet channel until his control broke, and he
let loose his desire to possess her totally. Her hips rocked
against him. He moved over her body, thrusting all the way, his
length fully embedded, and retreated only to return again. Her legs
wrapped around his waist while she moved rhythmically with him.

“
Jesus, making love to you
feels wonderful.” He released her hands and lifted her
hips.

She skimmed her fingernails over his skin,
releasing a blanket of pleasure across his body. He began thrusting
as far as he could go inside her pussy.

Heat gave way to a furnace inside him. He
plunged deeper into her softness. Her silken muscles wrapped around
his cock, creating ripples fisting him, and he gave in to the most
extraordinary feeling of being held by his woman. He moved over and
over, plunging and thrusting amidst her whimpers and moans until
his body begged for release.

She cried out his name, her body tensing,
and he thrust one more time. An explosion raced through his body,
ending inside his head, and he dove over the cliff. Holding onto
her, he swan dived into complete ecstasy, relishing her orgasm and
then his. He wrapped her in his arms, their heartbeats racing, and
he buried his head in her silky hair.