I scoop my hands under her ass and bring her legs up around my waist, carrying her to the couch.
“Fuck, West. I want you so bad. I missed you. I missed this,” she says as I sit down on the couch. Her hips roll against me as she moves her mouth to my neck.
The pressure builds within me, and I fight the urge to meet the next roll of her hips.
“You’re going to need to stop that, baby. It’s been a while, and you’ve got me fucking burning.”
“Oh, really?” she asks, flipping her hair over to one side as she grinds her hips against me. God damn. Dry humping is going to send me over the edge.
“Willow, God.” My hand flexes around the curve of her. Needing more skin, I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her perfect breasts sit high in her bra right in front of my face. She’s filled out since the last time I saw her; her curves are perfect against my hand.
“God, these tits, baby. They’re fucking perfect.” My hands roam up her sides, my palms push up the bottom of her tits, and I give a little squeeze.
“That feels so good, West.” She throws her head back in ecstasy, moaning as she wiggles across my rock-hard cock.
She increases her pace, grinding back and forth, faster and faster. I can feel my balls start to tighten as she drags her covered pussy across my cock. God, I want these clothes off, want to be buried inside her.
She puts her hands over mine and squeezes, making me put more pressure on her perfect little tits, and I lose it. I lose what little control I had.
“Oh fuck, fuck. Yes. No.” My brain tries to make sense of what happens as my cock erupts inside my jeans, spilling out. I can feel the spot get wet instantly.
“Weston Taylor, did you just come in your pants?”“Yeah, well, it’s been twelve years since I’ve touched anyone. Since I’ve touched you, really, I’m kind of surprised I didn’t come the second you laid your lips on mine.”
She rears back in shock. “West, are you telling me you haven’t been with anyone since we broke up?”I can’t find the words, so I shake my head no. I couldn’t. It’s not like I didn’t try to move on. Every time I did, I was reminded of how wrong it was. I hated it, every second of it. The second a girl even touched me, it felt revolting, which wasn’t fair to them. So eventually, I stopped trying and started praying she would come home to me. Prayed that she would be mine again.
“West.” Her voice comes out half broken.
“It’s okay. I’m glad. You’re it for me, Willow. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second. Your hands are the only ones I want on me.” I lean in and kiss her; this time, it’s much slower. The raging fire in our veins before has now simmered down to a smolder, something sustainable. We aren’t going to burn out this time.
“I love you, Weston. You’re it for me, too. Now, how about you take me to bed and we make up for some lost time.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 31
Willow
He hasn’t been with anyone since me? How is that possible? It’s been twelve years. Over a decade without having sex? God, that’s punishment enough for what he did. All at once, I feel every bit of animosity I had toward him vanish. He waited for me to come back, and now that I’m here, I’ll never let this slip away again.
“Are you sure you want this?” Weston says, his breath heavy against my lips as he lays me down on his bed.
“Yes. More than sure. Please, Weston.” I need his hands on me like I need air in my lungs. There is something different about being with someone you love. Someone who knows every inch of your body.
“I want to take my time. It’s been a while, and I want to learn what makes you scream my name so loud it bounces off the mountainside.” His lips press to my neck, his breath skittering across my bare skin, making my whole body tingle.
“Something tells me you won’t have any problem with that,” I say on a gasp as he lightly bites down my neck. He drives me wild in a way that I didn’t think was completely possible.
“Yeah, you know. I don’t think so either. But I think we need to establish some ground rules.” Weston crawls back and stands at the end of the bed. He starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“Oh, and what are those?”
My eyes catch on the way each finger meticulously works the button, wishing they were working me with that rapt of attention.
“First. I call the shots. You can take charge anywhere else, but here, when my hands are on you, I take the lead,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Oh really, cause I’m pretty sure I just made you come in your pants in, what was that, two minutes?” I cock an eyebrow up in defiance, knowing good and well I am playing with fire.
“Oh, you’re going to regret that, brat. There might be a few times I get carried away, but just remember I love you and respect you. But I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
Good God. This should probably scare me, but it doesn’t. It causes a fresh wave of desire to engulf me, and I think I might get off on his rough words alone. Weston has always been good about being in control, but I can only imagine how that’s grown.
