He'll make her his (Wyatt POV)

"We can do a lot more than this if you want," I said, flexing my fingers at the base of her body.

Tess jerked involuntarily against me.

"Is this something you want?" I asked, lifting her chin.

Tess peered muggily up at me, disoriented by arousal and confusion. "Y-yeah, but not -"

"Shhh." I silenced her protest with a kiss, and pressed my thumb flat on her swollen clit. "Do you want more?"

Tess's hips strained forward against the pressure. Her nails dug into my arms, and her lips parted with a ragged breath. She looked lost, with eyes hazy and unfocused. "Yes..."

I gave her a smile, and leaving her shirt behind, led her back into the house. Tess followed in a daze as I took her to my room.

When we arrived at my bed, I laid her down and pulled off her panties, revealing the thin brown tuft between her thighs. Tess offered no resistance. I briefly contemplated removing her hiking boots too, but desire drew my attention to her nude form instead. I undressed. couldn't wait anymore. She watched nervously, uncertainly, but she we were of one mind with what would happen next.

When I was naked aand my own arousal evident, I climbed over Tess and eased her knees apart.

My best friend for years was more beautiful than ever. The pretty face I'd memorized long ago was unchanaged, but was now accentuated by bold, cobalt blue hair, rather than hidden by dark bangs. I ran my hand up Tessa's hip, and she quivered. I palmed her mons, entwined my fingers in her pubic hair, and she squirmed.

I kissed her, nibbled her breasts, and stroked her clit until Tess's breathing was ragged as before, and she laid writhing beneath me.

That's when I entered her, and we became one. Bliss, and rightness. Inside Tess's wet, tight embrace was where I was meant to be.

Who pleasured whom, who came first, what precisely happened after that was a blur. At some point Tess wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her. At some point she smiled, and laughed. At some point sheg gasped, and I erupted all over her pretty stomach and chest.

It didn't last long. Tess was a virgin, and I wasn't. She had little stamina. I didn't mind. She was a beautiful flower, delicate and precious, and she was finally mine. In the afterglow, I pulled Tess into my chest, she tightened into my embrace.

What would happen next could wait for later. I savored the moment.

It wasn't the end of my plans. It was only the beginning. This moment would be the first of many.