Her eyes fly open and a gasp leaves her mouth, our eyes connected in this heated dance of tension and desire.
“What about here?” I whisper darkly to her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and attempts to close her eyes, but I stop her.
“Weslyn. Eyes on me, love. Can I touch you here?” I ask one more time, trained on the way her face contorts with so much fucking pleasure, knowing that she wants me there as much as I do.
She nods her head at me, and a soft moan escapes her lips as I dip my fingers under her thong.
She keeps her eyes on mine and I don’t allow us to break that connection when I touch her for the first time. But I find that I myself have a hard time not closing my eyes when I allow my middle finger to slide through the soft folds of her pussy, feeling just how fucking wet she is.
“Fuck, Wes,” I growl out as her mouth falls open, her fingers digging a little tighter into my skin. “You’re soaked, love.”
“I-oh.” She’s speechless and rightfully so. I can hear the agony in her little whimpers as I slide up to where her clit is swollen for me, then back down to her entrance where her desire is evident.
It’s too much to have her like this, almost forbidden, but I need more.
I stop what I’m doing to reach down to her the back of her thighs and swifty pick her up. She lets out a little yelpbefore grounding herself on my shoulders to hold on while I wrap her legs around me and walk us over to my bed.
I lay her down gently, when really I want to be rough. She’s turned me on and I know I won’t be able to stop. I need her. All of her.
I watch over her body, her nightie lifted up and bunched sweetly over her stomach exposing her black thong and the goosebumps flooding her skin. I crawl over top of her, hands on either side of her head before leaning down to her face, lips nearly touching as I whisper, “No more tiptoeing. Let me make you mine, love.”
27
Weslyn
I watch as Kyran lowers himself down my body. His closed mouth kisses press gently against my skin. On my neck, over my chin, down my chest, on my collar bones and then . . . he’s kissing my breast, the one I allowed him to expose and he did so respectfully. It made it that much more intimate and now, now I’m hot all over knowing that he’s so close to wrapping his soft lips around my nipple.
I hold my hands at my side, digging into the sheets below me as he gets closer. My pussy feels slick under my thong and I close my eyes the moment I feel his tongue dart out over my breast, leaving a little wet trail to where he finds my nipple.
I let out a moan and it causes him to dip his head, touching his forehead to my chest. “Fuck, Weslyn. If you keep making those sweet little noises, this night is going to end a lot faster than I want it to,” he says and I blush at his admission.
I inadvertently squirm underneath him. “I’m sorry,” I say and he looks up at me. "I just haven't done this in a while and it feels really good." His eyes giving me thatdeep intentional glare he’s been giving and it causes me to blush harder.
“Don’t be sorry for moaning. For allowing yourself to express your feelings. It’s hot. And it turns me on. I just want to take my time with you, sweetheart.” He pushes himself up a little so that he can press a kiss to my cheek before leaning back down to what he was doing.
God this man is a dream. I don’t know how we got from me answering a text from the wrong number to here, but I am more than all in with him. With this.
He leans back down and his lips touch my skin once more. But this time, he presses his kiss to my nipple before opening his mouth and letting his tongue explore.
I have to cover my hand with my mouth to prevent myself from moaning too loud, knowing he’s feeling just as intense as I am and I don’t want anything to speed this up. I want this to last just as badly as he does.
He plays with my nipple, using his mouth while my body squirms under him. He moves one of his hands from the side of my head and trails down my body until he’s gripping the back of my knee. He maneuvers me to wrap it up around his back and I let him, because in his arms and in his control, I am a heated mess.
His other hand finds mine and he interlocks our fingers together before pulling my hand up to lay next to my head, still holding my hand in his.
He leans up from his relentless kisses on my breast and looks up at me. “You are so fucking sweet, Weslyn. The way your body moves for me.” I can’t do anything but nod at him, feeling overwhelmed in the best way by his compliments and the care he’s showing my body.
I feel his hand start to move behind my knee, crawling upward to the back of my thigh. I can feel every inch of his finger as it gets closer to my ass, and then he slides it down over my flesh there. I know where he’s going, I know what he’s doing and I bite down on my lip to hold back the moan.
He watches me, keeping his eyes trained on me with his other hand squeezing mine by my head. His fingers start to reach between my legs and when he makes contact, gently tugging at my panties, I arch my back in a passionate moan.
“Fuck, love,” he whispers to me as he watches me react to the way his fingers slide through my pussy.
He starts moving them up and down a few times—up to the pulse in my clit and then back down—still intent with the way he’s looking at me, before he pauses at my entrance.
“Is this okay?” he asks me, again being the gentleman that he’s been with me and I reach up to wrap my free hand around his neck to hold him.
“Yes,” I respond and within seconds, he slips his fingers inside.
