He surrendered readily, exhilarated for her to take charge. A low chuckle gurgled in his throat before it was muted by her exploring tongue and turned into a moan. His muscles tensed with repressed excitement; while he couldn't touch her with his hands, they were linked to each other at their hips and mouths, all moving in heated sync.

As she leaned back and no longer held him in place, Wyatt was able to rub her thighs and butt. Amazed once again by those rocking hips that worked in such wondrous ways to bring pleasure to both of them, he couldn't take his eyes off that sight.

"Don't break yourself, love-," he panted. "This is just the first round." Wyatt pushed himself up to a sitting position and wrapped his hands around her middle. It was more intimate for him to hold her like that. Pushing into her with small movements, he kissed her shoulder and neck before blindly finding her mouth.