Every day for nearly a month is a long time when you boil it down. And I can confidently say that no matter how awkward it may have been for us to meet for the first time, I’ve never gotten to know anyone on the level that Weslyn and I have been on this whole time.
And now, as I move down her body, spreading kisses all over her skin, I watch as she opens up for me a bit more and I plan to take care of her every need.
Her nightie is tossed on the floor so all that’s left is her thong.
She’s laying back so patiently for me as I trail my lips further down past her belly button. Her breathing is the only audible thing other than my lips pressing kisses to herskin, and I love hearing just how pleased she is with my movements.
I take my time taking down her underwear, knowing that nothing in the world can ever compare to these moments with Weslyn, so why the hell would I want to rush them?
But I can tell she’s getting a little antsy, so I decide to lean in—after discarding her thong—and kiss the inside of her thigh.
“Kyran,” she pants breathlessly and I can’t help the smile that curls on my face as I lean deeper into her center.
“Yes, Weslyn?” I ask her, holding her legs open for me.
“I need to kiss you,” she admits and though I want to keep doing what I intend to do—to make her come again with my tongue—I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants.
I pull her up to a sitting position, putting her on her knees as I reach down to grab the back of her neck before leaning in to do just what she asked for.
Something about kissing Weslyn feels more explosive than anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel so much chemistry and fire as we press our bodies together, kissing like we’ll never see each other again.
She reaches for my neck before letting her fingers trail down my chest. She glides her hands down to the hem of my sweats and I feel her tug a little.
I stop our kiss, pulling away with a groan falling from my mouth as I look down to see her hands teasing me; tempting to pull down my pants.
“Weslyn,” I say in a tone of warning. I’m so turned on by her, I’m finding it hard to keep the control I’ve managed to maintain.
“I really want to see you,” she begs and I lean over her, touching my forehead to hers.
I let her continue her fleeting touches against my lower abdomen as I reach a hand down between her thighs and urge her to open them a little for me. When she does, I slide my fingers between them, inching closer and closer to her pussy.
She’s panting now; breathing harshly with so much need. Our foreheads still touch and our lips are so close to each other. But her eyes are closed as she starts to tug down my sweats, right as I brush my index finger against her clit.
“Oh,” she cries out; so fucking pretty. Her body jolts as I touch her, moving her body against my hand and I want so badly to push her down to bed and use my mouth to bring out more pretty sounds from her. My dick is aching so badly for her; hard and eager for her soft fingers to finally touch me.
“I am trying so hard to hold on to my restraint, Wes,” I admit to her, feeling her body quiver as I push my finger inside of her. My confession comes from feeling like I could come in my fucking pants just by watching her ride me with pleasure.
I finally lean all the way in to press my mouth to hers, kissing her while she’s writhing under me.
“Mouth,” she whispers heatedly between kisses. “I want your mouth and then I want your cock.” She says and I swear I almost lose it.
But I pull away and let her lay back once more; my eyes roaming over every inch and curve of her body as she does. This time I get on the bed with her and slide my hands under her ass, gripping her by the top of her thighs to hold her into me as I lean in and press my tongue to her clit.
“God,” she moans out as she pushes her hands into my hair.
I look up at her as I eat her out, seeing that she’s fully enjoying the way my mouth feels on her pussy. Her lips are parted, moaning in ecstasy as her eyes are squeezed shut. Her back arches off the bed, her body squirming as I pleasure her with my tongue.
She presses her legs around my head, and I decide it’s time to push her over the edge knowing that she’s already damn close.
I use the tip of my tongue to tease her swollen clit as I slide my fingers up to her entrance and press two of them inside of her.
She cries with a string of curse words falling from her pretty lips and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she is when she comes.
And she does.
Hard.
I can feel the way her orgasm obliterates her with how hard her pussy is squeezing my fingers and how violently her body is thrashing as she rides every wave of pleasure that greets her.
