“I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, baby. Nobody so soft and strong, so empathetic and fun. If I’m the only thing here that’s right for you, I’ll count myself lucky,” I say against the inside of her knee before pressing a kiss there too.
She whimpers. “You said you were going to … touch me.”
I get down on my knees by the bed and pull her towards me, her thigh against my cheek. She trembles, her legs shaking as I run my fingers over her slit, teasing her clit. “Have you touched yourself?”
“Yes.”
“What do you like?” I ask, then add more pressure to my thumb over her clit. She’s so wet, so hot. My patience is chipping away by the second. “Right here?” Her hips buck against my hand in response, but I wait for her nod. I kiss her thigh, closer to her pussy. I work my finger inside her. God, she’s tight. “Right here? Do you work your fingers deep inside your pussy, curl them right where you need them?”
“Oh, you feel so much better. Don’t stop,” she whimpers.
“Do you touch yourself while thinking about me? Wondering how my fingers will feel?” I ask while working a second finger into her and curling against her g-spot.
“Yes!” She yells. “Wes, please!”
Her plea breaks another wall in a second. I bury my face between her legs, licking from where my fingers are curling inside her to her clit. I suck and lick, swirling my tongue, savoring her. I lose myself in her. The way she moans, her thighs wrapping around my head, guiding me where she needs me as she grinds against my mouth, trembles for my fingers.
She feels too good, tastes too good. I can’t stop and considering her legs are locked around me, I refuse to. I stroke her thigh, moving up to her hip, then press down on her lower belly. Her back bows as she comes for my tongue, panting and singing my name like it’s the only word that captures how good she feels. Her legs go slack and fall down my shoulders, lettingme climb on top of her as I kiss back up her body while undoing my pants.
She whimpers as she looks at me, her eyes stary and dazed, her body languid and echoing with tremors. I lick my lips as I hold her head in my hand. “Still yes?”
Chapter 13 - Hailey
How can he think I’d say no after orgasming like that? My toes are still curling, my body still pulsing, and the emptiness inside me demands satisfaction. “Yes, Wes. I want you. All of you. Everything you offered.”
He groans and kisses me hard. His hand slips from behind my head, then he grips my hand, our fingers lacing above my head as the head of his cock works between my pussy lips. I feel him press against my entrance and he pants against my mouth. “It’s going to hurt at the beginning. I’m going to do everything I can to minimize it.”
I rub his back and try to press on his lower back, wanting him inside me now. He groans and slides in slowly, panting my name, telling me how good I feel. “You’re paradise, Hailey. So hot, so wet, perfect in too many ways to count.”
It does hurt, but the fullness, the way he keeps stroking me, rubbing my clit as he gives me every thick, shocking inch makes me want more. His mouth brushes mine as we pant together. I whimper and he kisses me.
“It goes away, baby. It won’t hurt for long. I promise. Wrap those beautiful legs around me,” he encourages.
I nod and obey. Suddenly, he’s even deeper and it’s easier. My eyes roll back as my body bows under him. He kisses across my collarbones, then draws back, thrusting again. It’s slow, so I feel every thrust, can feel the pulse in his cock, can breathe in every moan and grunt he gives me.
“Yes. Just like that. Move with me. Such a good girl for me. Keep talking to me, Hailey, I want to hear you.”
“Don’t stop. Faster. More. Please. No … No holding back,” I beg.
He kisses me, working his lips and tongue over my cheek, the hollow under my ear, across my neck, my collar bone, he can’t stop even as he purrs praise against me. Telling me how good I feel, how I belong in his arms, belong with him. I chant his name, beg him for more until he’s thrusting hard, supporting my lower back to hold me against him. My nipples rub against his chest, every kiss is made for my pleasure and his.
I dissolve into him, lose myself in the motion. As the pain subsides, the ecstasy roars through me. My legs keep tensing around him, sliding away because we’re both hot. I touch anywhere I can reach, but Wes doesn’t rush anything. He doesn’t order me to finish, he doesn’t push any button too hard.
“Just like that,” I whimper as he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. “Oh, Wes. Again. Please, please.”
“I’ll give you everything, baby,” he says before kissing me so deep that I’m sure he’s stealing the breath from me to make room for more pleasure.
And it works. It works so, so well. I moan his name against his mouth as my back arches and I surrender, totally andcompletely. He’s consuming me, overwhelming me, even at a pace that shows exactly how well he can roll his hips, that focuses entirely on me, slow and intense, and yet primal, I come for him again.
Wes pulls out of me, panting, gripping his cock so I can see every inch that I’ve taken. He pants. “Where should I-”
“I’ve never given a blow job,” I say softly. “Can I?”
The sound he makes is pure sex and the look in his eyes is pure adoration. He strokes through my hair and moves so I can stretch to lick his cock. I taste myself and something saltier. He nods. “Open wide, use your tongue over your teeth, and explore.”
I do exactly that, watching him as he keeps touching me, palming my breast, working his hand down between my legs again like he’s incapable of finishing if I’m not enjoying it too. I hum around his cock as I take him deep and he pants.
“Suck, baby. Suck hard, soft, whatever you want, just keep doing that. Bob up and down,” he encourages.
