Never breaking eye contact with me, Wesley moves to kneel on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He grabs the hand that’s pumping in and out of me, and lifts my two fingers to his mouth, and sucks them clean.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that,” he groans out.
Bringing both of my hands together above my head, he pins both of them in only one of his. The movement brings my breasts closer to him, and he takes the opportunity to dip down, sucking and licking both of them.
It’s chaotic, and filthy. He bites his way across my chest, leaving marks in his wake, before I feel one of his large fingers tease my entrance.
He lifts his face, looking me in the eye to see my reaction as slides one finger all the way in. On his second pump in, he adds his second finger, making me gasp in surprise.
“Breathe, baby. I need to get you ready to take me. Deep breath.” He breathes in deeply, demonstrating. I inhale, and do my best to match him. “Yes. Just like that. Relax for me, pretty girl,” he commands in his gravelly tone.
A little more relaxed now, he starts to pump two fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm, still pinning me in place. It feels good. Too good. Just when I feel pressure building, he adds a third finger, and my eyes roll, and my hips buck off the bed.
He continues his rhythm with three fingers as I throw my head back, hands yanking against his unmovable hold.
“W-Wesley, please,” I cry out. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, all I know is I need something.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers softly.
His praise fills me with warmth, and it makes me want to do anything and everything to hear it again and again.
When I feel him slide his three fingers out of me, I instantly feel the loss, and whine out my protest, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Such a needy pussy,” he says through a dark chuckle.
I open my eyes and see him leaning over me, reaching into his bedside drawer before pulling out a familiar foil square. When he moves back to keeling between my legs, I place my hand over his.
“I have an IUD. I’m clean, I was tested at my last appointment, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Wesley’s eyes widen, and I panic.
“But if you want to use a condom, I’m of course okay with that. Sorry, I was just throwing it out there.” I nervously chuckle, and remove my hand from his, and gesture for him to continue.
“I haven’t been with anyone in awhile either. I’m clean. Promise,” he replies, staring down at me with his chest heaving.
He slowly strokes himself between us, before adding, “You want me bare?”
I nod frantically. “So bad,” I whisper.
Wesley lets out the most guttural growl, and he actually throws the condom over his shoulder somewhere onto the floor.
“I don’t want anything between us either,” he says.
He holds his cock, and slides the tip through my slit, focusing on rubbing my clit. It such a fucking tease. I’m already soaked, and I can feel the heat of his skin on mine. I’m about to maul him if he doesn’t do something quickly.
“Please. Please, Wesley. Please fuck me.” I can’t help but whine. Never in my life did I think I would beg for a man. Yet here I am, begging shamelessly.
He groans, and shakes his head. “I fucking love it when you beg.”
He lifts my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders, and finally positioning himself at my entrance. The anticipation is killing me, and I wiggle, trying to get closer and press him into me myself if I have to. He kisses the inside of my feet, and all the way down my calves.
He slides his hand down my legs, and up my body, moving his hand under me to lift my back off of the bed. With his other hand, he drags over a pillow, and shoves it under my lower back and ass. Notching himself at my opening, he looks me in the eye.
“Deep breath,” he murmurs.
I inhale deeply, and he oh so very slowly enters me, inch by inch, our gazes locked the entire time. My lips pop open in shock at the fullness, as he never stops until he completely bottoms out.
“Fuck, Ivy. Fuck,” he growls.
