Free Wyatt by Susan Fisher-Davis

leaned back from him.
    “I can feel how much it would matter. Now, what do you want
to do about this?” She pressed against him.
    Wyatt picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “I’ll
show you what I want to do about this.”
    After entering his bedroom, he carried her to the bed and
dropped her down on it. He sat on the edge of the bed and took his boots off
then stood and removed his jeans before stretching out beside her.
    “You are so beautiful, Olivia,” he whispered against her
lips. Olivia smiled at him before pressing her lips against his, and that fast,
he was lost. He was on a downward spiral and there wasn’t a damn thing he could
do about it.

 
    * * * *
    Olivia ran her hands over his whiskered cheeks. If she lived
to be one hundred years old, she’d never get enough of this man. Her fingers
sifted through his thick, black hair as she slowly moved her tongue into his
mouth. When he moaned, she smiled against his mouth.
    “What are you smiling about, sweetheart?” Wyatt asked
pulling back to look at her.
    “I like hearing you moan for me,” she whispered.
    Wyatt chuckled. “I like the noises you make too.”
    “I don’t make noises,” she said.
    “The hell you don’t.” He pressed his lips to hers and when
his tongue entered her mouth, she moaned low and sexy. Wyatt raised his head.
“Right there,” he said.
    She laughed. “Oh, those noises.”
    Wyatt’s kiss cut her laughter off and she felt his hands go
to the snap of her jeans. She raised her hips for him. He pulled her jeans and
panties down, and off together. He then lifted her sweater off over her head
and removed her bra. Although she was completely naked in front of him, she
felt no embarrassment. He’d already seen her this way, so there was no sense in
being shy now. Besides, being shy wasn’t something she usually felt. She
reached for his boxer briefs and pushed them off him then pushed him to his
back.
    Wyatt stared up at her. She grinned as her hand wrapped
around his hard shaft and she pumped her hand up and down his hard length,
slowly. His head went back and his eyes closed. She leaned down, kissed the
swollen head, and then ran her tongue along the length of him. Wyatt’s hands
plunged into her hair, and when she moved her mouth down over him as far as she
could, she heard him hiss in a harsh breath. Her hand wrapped around the base
as her mouth moved up and down his length. With her other hand, she cupped his
balls and gently caressed them. His groans were turning her on. He reached for
her, but she pushed his hands away. She raised her head and looked at him.
    “Don’t make me handcuff you,” she told him.
    Wyatt’s breath whooshed out. “It wouldn’t surprise me a bit
if you had handcuffs.”
    “Oh, I do, cowboy, and I’m not afraid to use them. Now just
relax and let me take care of you.” She put her mouth back over him and smiled
when he groaned again. Her hand pumped his length as she sucked on him. She ran
her tongue up and down his length, and then took him into her mouth again. His
cock seemed to grow harder, and she knew he was close.
    “Olivia… Christ! You have to stop now…”
    She laughed. “You really don’t want me to stop, cowboy.
Relax.”
    “Relax? Who the fuck can relax?” Wyatt groaned low in his chest.
    She took him deep in her mouth and felt him stiffen. His
hands fisted in her hair as a long, low growl tore from his chest, and he came.
Olivia continued to suck on him until he lay spent and breathless. She crawled
up his body and gently kissed his lips.
    “You okay?”
    Wyatt raised his head and looked at her. “Yes. That was
fantastic. Thank you.”
    Olivia laughed. “You’re welcome.” She lay down beside him.
    Wyatt rolled toward her and pressed his lips to hers. “You
have got to be the sexiest woman I know.” His lips moved to her ear. He took
the lobe between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. She shivered and felt
him grin.
    “Something funny,