The Truth of Them

Wyck laid her back carefully on the wide leather sofa, never taking his lips from hers. She was so sweet. So soft. A thousand times better in the flesh than in his memories. He thanked God he didn't feel any resistance from her at all. She was with him.

Her hands stroked his back and his shoulders as he ran his own down her side. Wyck squeezed her ass and drew up a denim-clad thigh to plant himself in the center of her. He tilted his hips against her core and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. Wrapping an arm under her waist, he drew her tighter against him as he left her mouth and nipped the sensitive skin of her neck alternating the little bites with kisses all the way down to her collarbones. Her fingers tried to find purchase in his short hair as he nosed the hollow of her throat and tried to get control of his breathing.

He pushed himself up onto his knees and paused, looking down at her. She was glorious. Her hair a mess fanned across the small couch cushion, her lips red an