She tightens around me, her moans becoming louder as I hit the perfect spot for her. I’m fighting to hold back my own release because I need her to get there. I need it more than my next breath.
“Give it up, Angel,” I growl against her lips right before kissing her roughly as the orgasm racks through her body.
She’s shaking, squeezing and crying out into my mouth while I fuck her through the release. I’m not far behind, with the way that every inch of her is holding me I can’t hold it back anymore.
My orgasm takes over, and for a moment I realize I probably should have pulled out, but it’s too late for that. Plus the possessive side of me that only shows up for her takes over knowing my cum is inside her.
We’re both breathing heavily as we come down from our releases. I gently move her hair off her sweat slicked forehead. I feel like I should say something, but the words just get caught in my throat.
Instead of attempting to speak, I kiss her. Softer than before, our mouths brushing gently against each other’s. Just feeling, no end goal. No fight. No back and forth. Just here right now, together where nothing else matters except this.
It may not last forever, but for right now, I’m going to make this last as long as possible.
CHAPTER 25
Bailey
I can’t move,and it’s not just because of the man currently crushing me. My body is so worn out, even the thought of moving makes my muscles shake. I’ve never come that hard. Never experienced…whatever that was. Because that wasn’t just sex. No, sex is two people getting off and moving on.
This was something else entirely.
Wes raises himself off me, and I watch as he pulls up his pants. I expect him to leave again, but he doesn’t. This time, he scoops me up in his arms and I gasp as he cradles me to his chest.
He says nothing as he carries me upstairs. The thought that he’s taking me to his bed has me panicking, but when we go into the bathroom I feel like I can breathe normally again.
For a moment, at least. Because after he sets me down on the counter and reaches behind his head to pull off his shirt, he turns his back to me and turns on the water in the shower, and my mouth goes dry.
The last time we were in the shower together I ended up on my knees with his dick in my mouth, coated in his release and left there.
Not that I minded, but right now that’s not what I want.
I refuse to admit the small vulnerability I feel as his cum seeps out of me or that I’m sore from what just occurred. My mind replays how he demanded I look at him. I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to, and that one small thing was so much more than it should’ve been.
I’m watching my feet dangle over the tile floor, noting that it’s identical to mine back home. Our floor plans are the same, just reversed so being here almost feels like I’m home.Almost.
Wes’s hands slide up my still bare legs, up my hips to my waist, pushing my shirt up as he goes. I raise my arms, letting him take the fabric off, and watch as he drops it on the floor. He undoes my bra, sliding it off my arms so I’m bare in front of him.
Instead of letting me walk to the shower, he picks me up, and he’s completely naked as well. I notice his dick is already hardening, and I don’t know if I’ll survive if he wants to fuck me again.
But once we’re under the water, his eyes don’t even drift down my body. He squirts some shampoo in his hand, and starts working it in my hair. His fingers methodically working the soap through my strands. I can’t help the moan I let out at how good it feels.
He rinses my hair before doing the same with the conditioner. Once that’s rinsed he takes extra care in washing my whole body. Even when he moves the washcloth between my legs, and I moanat the feeling, he ignores his erection to continue washing and rinsing my skin.
After he’s finished, he keeps me warm in the spray while quickly washing himself. I realize now neither of us have said anything, but it’s like we don’t have to. It’s not an awkward silence, there’s just nothing that needs to be said in this moment. Especially because I don’t know where his head is, and mine is so jumbled I know I would butcher any sentence I try to put together.
We get out of the shower and he wraps me in a towel before he does the same for himself. I want to make a sassy retort about it, but I’m so sated and afraid of ruining this simple, easy bubble we’ve found ourselves in.
But it has to end.
I don’t spend the night with anyone. I really don’t sleep somewhere that isn’t my bed. The simple comfort that I struggle to fall asleep in anyway. Someone else’s bed with another human? Not happening.
“Wait here,” he grunts out, and I do, watching him leave the bathroom. I’m convinced he’s not going to come back, which is fine by me. I pull on my shirt, foregoing my bra. I look around because there’s no way I’m walking back over to my house without pants.
Wes comes back with said pants in his hand, and I give a small, grateful smile before pulling them on.
“Well, I should go,” I tell him, realizing how awkward I sound.Thanks for a solid dicking, gotta go.
“I’m walking you home,” he insists.
