Undeniable Love (7 page)

Wyatt

She was so amazing.  After laughing my ass off at her in Dave & Buster’s, I was now sitting on her bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.  She opened the door and I knew I caught her by surprise.  She walked to me and I got up and kissed her.  I had thought about this moment probably close to a hundred times in the past two weeks.  I pulled my shirt off and saw her eyes scan my body.  I  was hoping she liked what she saw.  Her eyebrows furrowed and she took half a step back.
Shit, she doesn’t want to. Fuck!
I thought.

“What’s wrong baby? You don’t want this?” I asked. 
Ok, she’s just nervous? I can work with that.  What! How could she think I wouldn’t like her body, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.  I have mapped it out in my mind repeatedly.
  I kissed her again to try to calm her down and to show her I wanted her.  I pulled her sweater over her head and had to just look at her.
Fuck she’s fine as shit.
She must have gotten nervous again because she tried to cross her arms over her chest.

“Nope, stop! You are too beautiful to cover up.  Let me enjoy this, please.”

She uncrossed her arms and let me take in her beauty.  Next I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her thighs until the hit the ground and I helped her step out of them.  She had on lacy pink undies everything about her was hot.  I kissed her again and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. I caught it as it fell and tossed it aside.  Next I helped her out of her panties.  I bent down and held her hand as she stepped out of them.   I kissed her stomach before I stood back up.  She shuttered, I wasn’t sure if she was cold or excited.

“Are you cold baby?”

“No.”

Good, that meant she was excited, so was I.  I could barely contain myself.  I leaned in and kissed her again.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into me.  I picked her up by her waist and she wrapped her legs around mine.  I walked over to her closet door and leaned her back up against it. While kissing her, I reached under her legs and unbuckled my belt and let my jeans fall to my ankles.  I used one hand on the back of her head, my fingers entwined in her hair,  I used my free hand to stroke myself.  I could feel her heat on my stomach.  She was soaking wet, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not bragging but I’m not a little man in any sense.  I wanted to ease her into what I was about to do to.  I took the tip of my cock and rubbed it against her slick wet heat, to try to loosen her up but she was tight.  Too tight so I released my manhood and reached my arm behind her back and under her to gain access to her core.  I slid one finger inside and her body reacted.  She inhaled sharply and threw her head back against the wall. I kissed her neck as my finger continued to slide in and out of her.  She moaned and my groin tightened.
Damn I want to feel her
, I thought.  I used a second finger, feeling her wetness slide down my fingers.  She moaned again.  I worked in and out and kissed from her neck down to her breasts.  They were the perfect size to pop in my mouth.

“Damn you feel good Steph.”  She took in another deep breath.   I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel her.  I wanted to be deep inside her.  I took my cock and pressed it against her opening and she gasped.  I used that hand that was in her hair to bring her face to me again.  I stuck my tongue deep on her mouth as I slid my shaft a slowly inside of her. She gasped in to my mouth and I moaned at the sensation of her. She felt so good.  She was tight and hot and fit perfectly around my cock. 

“Shit Steph!” I said and she moaned into my mouth.  Once I was all the way inside of her, I took my time and found a slow steady rhythm.  There was a light thud every time her back hit the door.  I felt her start to move with me.

“Yes baby just like that.”

Her movements picked, so I had to bend my knees slightly to brace for it.  She still had both arms wrapped around my neck.  I took a step back from the wall and grabbed her ass with both of my hands. It felt better than I imagined. Round, firm and full. 
Damn.

“Damn baby!  You feel so fucking good.”

“Mmm.  Wyatt,” she said breathily, it was about all she could get out.

I felt her clinch against me so I increased the pace of my stroke.  She worked her hips against me, sliding up and down on my shaft.  I felt her squeeze down on me.

“Holy shit Steph.  If you keep that up I won’t last much longer.”  She smirked.  I grabbed her hips and slid her up and down on faster and harder. I felt her shudder. 

“That’s what I want baby, let it go.”  I leaned her back up against the wall, sliding into her hard and fast.  She lost her hold around my neck.

“You’re not going anywhere, trust me.”  I felt her grip around my shaft tighten and her body shuddered again. I kissed her deep again, sliding all the way in to the hilt and all the way out to the tip, faster and faster.  Her whole body shook and she screamed out. “WYATT!”
Hell yea, that’s what I wanted to hear. 
I felt her hot juices run down my shaft.

“Yes Stephane, that’s it.  That’s what I wanted.  Now it’s time for dessert. You promised me chocolate.”

She looked confused for a second.  I held on to her waist, stepped the rest of the way out of my jeans and walked with her over to the bed.  I lifted her off of my shaft and placed her on the edge of her bed.  I was about to explore her from head to toe.  I started at her mouth, her full soft lips and moved across her jawline to her ear.  Slowly I sucked on her earlobe. She breathed in deep and exhaled slowly, moaning in the process.  It was music to my ears.  I moved down to her neck, the whole time my hands were exploring her, working in and out of her.  Feeling her juices coat my fingers.  I loved how she felt.  I moved from her neck to her breasts, taking my time and teasing them both.  Licking and sucking on her nipples.  Her breathing was heavy and quick, her eyes hooded as she watched me.  I moved from her breasts down her stomach and for the first time I was able to really take in her whole body.  She had smooth, creamy, soft milk chocolate skin.  It was an interesting and arousing contrast to mine.  I kissed to the top of her bikini line.

“You shaved for me?” I said devilishly.  She got bashful.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I wanted to be ready,” she whispered.

“Baby, I’ll like it however you give it to me.”  She smiled a slow seductive smile.  She knew what I wanted.  She grabbed a pillow, put it behind her back and leaned on to it giving me full view and access of her prized possession, my chocolate treat and it looked delicious.  I spread her legs a little further apart and saw that she was glistening.  I blew lightly across the top of it and she shuddered.  I grabbed her leg and kissed her ankle and worked my way up to her knee. Then I did the same thing with the other leg, this time I didn’t stop at her knee. I continued kissing up her thigh.  When I reached the inside of her thigh I stopped.  I looked up at her watching me, her hands wrapped in the sheets.

“I have to be fair and kiss the other side too, right?”  She just nodded.

I moved back to the other knee and kissed my way up to her inner thigh.  I stopped when I reached the top. I was close enough to feel the heat emanating from her sweet center.  I looked up and smiled as her honeyed scent him me.  I didn’t think I could get any harder but I was wrong.  My head swam with need for her and my mouth watered.  I took my tongue and gradually ran it up the middle of her.  She tasted even better than I had imagined.  Slowly I used my tongue to explore what I had wanted to taste for weeks. She clawed at the sheets.  I took my tongue a slid it deep inside of her, working in and out.  Her body jerked and she grabbed my head, curling her fingers in my hair. I moaned into her. I felt like I could taste her forever.  I worked her with my tongue.  Slowly in, out and around I worked, taking time to gently suck on her clit, using my hands to pull her apart and open her up to me even more.  When I felt her inner walls start to shake again I knew she was about to explode.  I worked in and out of her faster and faster until I felt her clamp around my tongue.

“Wyatt, omigod. Omigod! Oh Wyatt!”

All I could do was moan my approval, "mmhmm."  I wanted to make her scream again.  Faster I used my tongue to bring her to another orgasm.  She screamed!

“Wyatt! Oh shit, shit, shit! Wyatt!”

I smiled to myself.
That’s right, give it to me,
I thought.
 
I felt a flood of sweet liquid hit my tongue.

“Mmm…you taste so good baby.  I think you should give me more. I told you, I’m greedy and I want more dessert.”

Her eyes got wide as I dropped down between her thighs again.  I worked her with my tongue using my finger to rub her clit and my other hand to keep her open for me.  Soon her body was shaking and shivering again giving me another taste of her honey nectar.  I stood and started to wipe my face off in my hands when she stopped me.

“Kiss me,” she said.  My groin reacted.

Stephane

He leaned over me to kiss me and I licked his lips, tasting myself on him.  I pulled him closer and kissed him deep.  He was kneeling on the bed between my thighs.  I felt a shift in his weight and then I felt him slide inside me again.  He was massive.  I felt completely filled.  The sensation of being so full and his throbbing hot shaft inside me was almost too much.  He kept kissing me as he slid in and out of me.

“Ooohhh myyyyy gooooddddd. Yes!!”

He felt so good.  He was so deep, so thick and long.  If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have thought he could be that big. 
Who the hell would cheat on this?
I thought.
Oh well her loss my gain. I should really call her later and thank her.
Wyatt made me feel like I never thought I could.  He made me orgasm two more times before he finally did.  We fell asleep as a tangled, intertwined mass of bodies.  All hot, sweaty and completely sated. 

The next morning I woke up first.  I carefully slipped out of the bed, grabbed a robe and tiptoed into the bathroom. I turned the faucet on low to let the water heat up and more importantly hide the sound of my pee splashing into the toilet.  I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then peeked out of the bathroom door.  He was still asleep.  I walked into the kitchen, started the coffee pot and grabbed a couple of pans to make breakfast.  I opened the fridge and pulled out some bacon, eggs and cheese.  I started with the bacon first, placing in the biggest skillet.  Then I grabbed a bowl and cracked my eggs. I was beating them when I realized I forgot to grab the milk.  I opened the fridge door again and as I closed it I felt something touch me.  I screamed and dropped the milk.  Wyatt had snuck into the kitchen without making a sound.

“So I’m not the only one that drops things in the kitchen,” he laughed and I picked up the milk jug.

“At least I don’t have to get stitches,” I said as I walked back over to my bowl.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

I laughed.  He looked so good standing there in just his jeans, hair tousled all over. 
The look that Wyatt had at this moment naturally was one that his friend spent way too much time trying to achieve.  Poor Syd, I need to call her later.

“Are you hungry?  I was just getting breakfast started.”

“What’s on the menu?”

“Oh a little of this and a little of that.”

He walked up behind me again and tickled my side.

“You wake up a smart ass don’t you?”  I chuckled remembering Syd saying something similar recently.

“I do indeed.  You never answered the question, are you hungry?”

“That’s a loaded question.  Depends on what we are talking about.”

“Food Wyatt, we are talking about food.”

“Oh, well I could eat that…too,” he said with a wink.

“You are so nasty,” I laughed.

“And now you know just how much,” he said with a grin.  He walked over a kissed me.

“You taste minty.”

“It’s called toothpaste Steph,” he laughed.  In all the excitement last night I didn’t see him bring in his bag that had a toothbrush, toothpaste and a fresh t-shirt.  I guess he was hoping it happened as much as I did.

I made bacon, scrambled eggs and French toast for breakfast.  We grabbed a spot on the couch and watched TV while we ate.  When we finished, I put the plates on the coffee table and we settled back on to the couch. He grabbed my legs and put them in his lap.  We channel surfed until we found an old comedy on TV, “White Men Can’t Jump.”

“I love this movie,” he said.  “And that statement is a lie. I have serious hoop skills.”

“Do you really?”

“Yea you should come down and watch me play at the community center sometime.”

“I would love to come watch you.”

At some point we both ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke up and tried to move just a little without disturbing him but he woke him up.  He shifted his body until he was on top of me and we started kissing.  I reached down between my legs and unbuttoned his jeans.   I used my feet to slide them down past his waist.  He pulled the tie on my robe and it fell open.  He dipped his head down and flicked his tongue over my nipples while he slid inside of me.  This time he was a little more aggressive than last night.  I didn’t mind, I was already wet and ready for him.  I felt like I was a constant puddle since last night.  He buried himself deep inside of me and moved slow. He didn’t move far, just enough to pull out of me and slam deep inside of me again.  It took me barely anytime to cum. 
Damn he’s good
, I thought.  He pulled out and stood up, pushing his jeans down to his ankles.  He sat back on the couch and pulled me on top of him.