He didn't do as she asked, though. He just took his time, slowly bucking his hips back and forth, coating the top of his shaft in her juices. He still didn't enter her, though. It was like he enjoyed the tension that he was creating.
“Please,” she groaned. “Put it in me.”
“I like when you ask me like that,” he whispered.
Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half away from the wall. It caused her to bend over slightly, just enough to put her in the perfect position. Wyatt brought his tip to her opening. She could feel the warmth from it and her pussy ached in anticipation.
Lily heard a soft grunt come from his lips, then immediately after, he bucked his hips forward. His dick plunged inside of her, sending an explosion of pleasure through her entire body. She shuddered and closed her eyes, pressing the side of her face against the wall as he began pounding her again.
This new position felt even more intense than the first. The friction against her g-spot was just right. Ecstasy pumped through her. Each of Wyatt's thrusts caused another wave of bliss to wash through her. She was lost in oblivion, a smirk on her face and her eyes rolled toward the back of her head. There was no place else in the world she wanted to be.
It only took a few moments before she began rising to orgasm. The intensity of the pleasure increased slowly, each thrust of his shaft bringing her a little bit closer. She drew in a breath and held it. The expression on her face froze. Her lips were parted and her eyes were closed. The entire world faded away and all that remained was pure, unfiltered ecstasy. She stayed there for as long as possible, savoring the sensation like it was the most valuable thing on the planet. She peaked hard, clamping her pussy down over his dick as she did. Her fingernails dragged into the drywall, scraping lines of paint down with them.
It only lasted a few seconds, but they were the most intense and beautiful seconds she had experienced in some time. When it finally began to fade, she opened her eyes and took a breath.
Holy shit, she thought, as she began to regain her senses from the orgasm.
Wyatt was still fucking her hard and fast, his hands gripped firmly on her hips. She looked over her shoulder at him and they made eye contact.
“You could make me come,” Wyatt said, his words broken up by the sound of their bodies colliding. “You want me to?”
She didn't say anything, though. She just glanced over her shoulder and gently bit her lower lip. It was all that she really needed to do in order to get the point across. Of course she wanted him to come. She wanted to watch the bliss wash over him just like it had been washing over her.
He squeezed her hips and increased his pace. It didn't take but a few seconds before she saw his face begin to contort. His cheeks turned red and his lips curled into a grimace of pleasure. He leaned his head back, letting out a guttural moan. A moment later, Lily felt the most satisfying sensation ever.
Wyatt's dick twitched and trembled, then a burst of warm liquid poured out of it. It splashed inside of her pussy, coating every inch of her womb. Then it happened again. Another twitch and another burst of cum. By the time he had finished, a hot stream of his sexual tension was leaking out of her pussy and down the inside of her thigh.
“You're fucking perfect,” he said, holding himself inside of her for just a moment longer.
Lily turned and they kissed.
Then she opened her eyes, looked around the room, and remembered that she was still in the guest bed by herself. Her fingers were still deeply buried in her pussy, slippery wet with her juices. She'd climaxed at least a couple of times during the fantasy and now her entire hand was wet, along with the inside of her legs.
Oh, my God, she thought, slowly easing her fingers in and out a few more times. That was amazing.
Lily was now a little more relaxed. The desperate throbbing coming from between her legs had now turned into a content pleasure. She found herself wishing that her fingers were actually Wyatt's dick and that the whole fantasy was, well, not just a fantasy.
The water was still running from Wyatt's bathroom on the other side of the wall as she sat up in her bed. Just a few seconds later, though, and she heard the shower turn off. For a moment, she wondered and kind of hoped that her little dream would actually come true.
It's probably better that some dreams don't come true, she thought. As much fun as it would be, it would also complicate things immensely.
Lily got up from the bed and headed to her bathroom to clean herself up. She had to change her panties, since the front of them had gotten wet. With fresh clothes on, she crawled back into her bed and closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was drifting off into a nice deep sleep. It was, of course, a sleep filled with dreams of a man she wanted badly, but knew that she could never have.
Chapter 7
Lily
Lily glanced over, watching as Wyatt parked the SUV. She had been having a hard time taking her eyes off of him ever since her fantasy the night before. It had been so intense and realistic, that it had almost changed her perception of him. She wasn't able to look at him the same way. All she could think about was how her wild imagination had painted him. It made her wish she could snap her fingers and make it all come true.
“You guys ready?” Wyatt asked, his voice quickly pulling Lily back into reality.
“Yeah!” Maggie said enthusiastically. “Can I get a cookie from the deli lady?”
“Does Mildred let you do that?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes,” Maggie replied, matter-of-factually.
“Then sure,” Wyatt said, with a chuckle. Then he looked across the center console toward Lily. “Ready to help a grown man go grocery shopping?”