I gasp, trying to catch my breath. He feels like he’s in my damn sternum.
“Breathe, baby. I need you to breathe. Jesus Christ,” he says around a moan.
Wesley lightly circles my clit, attempting to get my body to submit to him. I take a few steadying breaths, and I feel my walls relax ever so slightly.
“God, you’re soaked. Such a perfect fucking pussy,” he pants out.
Moving my legs down to circle his waist, he dips his mouth down, and slants his lips over mine. He slips his tongue in, and I meet him stroke for stroke. I lose myself in his mouth, and for some reason, this kiss feels different.
We’ve kissed plenty of times, yet this feels like it means something else. I feel it down in my bones. I feel it everywhere.
I feel like I lose a little piece of me.
My hips start to move on their own accord, swiveling and bucking against him. I need him to move. It could be seconds, it could be minutes, but at some point we break the kiss, breathing heavily.
“Move please,” I whisper on his lips.
He listens to my plea, lifting up to kneel and returning my feet to his shoulders. He starts pumping in and out of me in shallow strokes. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I hear Wesley struggle to control himself.
He slowly starts to work his way up to deeper thrusts, pushing all the way to the hilt every time. The pleasure is unbearable. I feel numb, and like every inch of skin is on fire at the same time.
“Harder. Please, baby,” I beg.
I see his eyes roll, and his lips pop open. “Yes, call me that,” he groans.
It’s as if the term of endearment was a sharp pair of scissors to his remaining tether. He growls, and grips my hips so rough, I know I’ll bruise. He pounds into me so hard, it takes my breath away.
Perfect.
With the power of each thrust, I start to scoot higher and higher up the mattress.
“You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight. How are you so god damn tight?” he says through ragged breaths.
My moans and cries have turned wild, and feral. I feel my stomach starting to clench and my toes involuntarily curl. The base of my spine tingles and I’m in a pure state of euphoria.
I scoot a little farther up the mattress, so I lift both hands above my head and brace them against the headboard. Wesley moves my legs around his waist and I naturally let my knees fall to my chest, and spread for him as much as I can. He trails both hands from my ankles, up my calves, to the back of my thighs, where he spreads his palms and presses me open further.
“Yes. Just like that. That’s my girl,” he groans.
He leans down, licking, sucking, and biting my chest. I hear the click of his teeth against the metal of my piercings, and I shiver. That speeds up my orgasm ten-fold. I feel it barreling toward me. I bring one hand down from the headboard and rub my clit in fast, tight circles.
This feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I feel like Wesley and I are one person. I don’t know where he ends, and I begin. I feel drugged and totally consumed by him. I’m never going to recover after this. No one will ever be as good as him.
He presses into the back of my thighs harder, pushing them into my chest, effectively folding me in half. “Keep going, baby. I can feel how close you are. Such a good girl for me.”
“So.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Good.”
Thrust.
His former deep and slow thrusts are now fast and frantic. His attention is locked on where we’re joined, and his sweaty hair falls into his eyes.
