His hands move with purpose, long strokes over my back, my thighs, sliding into my hair as if he’s claiming ground he’s already decided is his. Every touch sinks into me, steady andoverwhelming, until I’m dizzy with it—until I know that if he keeps going, I won’t be able to tell where he ends and I begin.
I pant against his lips between hungry kisses until his hands slide down to my ass and he tugs me impossibly tighter. His fingers, tracing my underwear, the way he turn every kiss into something that demands another answer tells me he’s not going to stop this time. Not that I want him to. I’m soaking wet and ready to go, but he has to know.
“Wes,” I whimper as he kisses my throat. I gently draw back and take his face between my hands.
He kisses my palms, then meets my eyes. “What is it, baby?”
“I haven’t … I haven’t done this before.”
“Kissed?”
I suck my bottom lip. “I haven’t had sex.”
Chapter 12 - Wes
I stare at her for a long while, not sure what to do with the new information. She sucks her bottom lip and watches me, shaking ever so slightly. I lean into her hand. “Do you want to do this? It’s your choice, Hailey. Only you can make this decision.”
My dick is so hard that even her shifting on me makes me groan, but this is her choice. Only hers. I’ll protect it and her by refusing to give her my opinion, by refusing to tell her anything to shift her opinion.
She nods. “Yes. I want you. I just …” She presses her forehead against mine and her lips brush mine in something too soft to be a kiss. “I want to do it the right way.” She kisses the corner of my mouth. “Honestly.”
I groan and kiss her again, and again, each hungrier and hotter than the last. I can’t get enough of how she feels against me, her soft moans, the breathy way she says my name, no title, just us. So I pick her up and carry her to bed. I sit her down and take off my shirt. She looks me over as I gently explore her bare thighs with my hands.
“All I want is to make you feel good, Hailey,” I say, then kiss her throat. “So if it stops feeling good, tell me.”
“Yes,” she rasps, stroking over my chest, my shoulders, my sides, then my back. “I promise.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she moans as my hands move higher. God, she’s like warm velvet, begging to be touched, held, appreciated. And I’m the man that can do it. The man that will do it properly. “Yes, Wes, please.”
“Lay back for me, baby. I’ll show you exactly how good I can make you feel,” I say gently.
She lays back and I follow, kissing her slowly, each deeper than the last while my hands continue, guiding her shirt up her body. She arches for me, pulls me closer with every kiss, winds her legs around me until my erection rubs right against her lower belly.
“Wes …”
“Lift your arms. I want to see all of you.” My voice comes out as a low, needy order. Her eyes dilate and she lifts her arms obediently, letting me guide the shirt over her head. I don’t even wait until her head is free to kiss her again, rewarding her for being so sweet. She gets herself out of her shirt and I groan as she grips my hair hard. “I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I work my way down her throat while cupping her breasts. “Show you everything you should have. Give you everything you deserve. That’s what you get when you’re mine, baby.”
She nods eagerly. “More, please.”
“That’s a good girl. Keep talking to me. Tell me what you want. Let me hear it all,” I encourage before I lick over her breast, circling closer and closer to her tight nipple. She’s the perfect handful and feeling her tremble and squirm for me is so hot. I groan and flatten my tongue against her nipple, lifting my eyes to watch her. “Do you have any idea how good you taste?"
“Wes … don’t stop,” she whimpers.
I groan and continue lavishing her with affection while letting my hands tease her underwear. I memorize how her muscles tense when she feels good. Then I slide my hand into her underwear. She lifts her hips. God, she is so wet for me… so ready already.
I continue kissing down her belly. “Tell me yes if you want it, Hailey. Be verbal for me.”
“Yes, I want you. Touch me. Kiss me. Give me everything,” she pants. “Brand yourself on me.”
It sounds like a plea rather than a demand which makes me love it more. I groan as I continue down her body, kissing the outline of each rib, whispering all the ways I’m going to please her, with my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I promise not to stop unless she demands it, promise to stay, to give her everything she wants, everything she asks for.
When I slowly work her panties down over her hips, I lift my gaze to her flushed face. She kicks out of her underwear and shyly spreads her legs, biting her thumb. I lift her ankle to my shoulder and kiss her instep, her ankle, her calf.
