I don’t overthink the next words out of my mouth. I just…let them happen. I listen to my heart. I trust my body. I whisper, “Will you get on top of me? Please?”
His eyes search my face, hesitating only briefly before he rolls me onto my back and his body hovers over mine, just enough of his weight pressing on top of me. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” My hands roam over his warm skin, tracing the flexing muscles of his back, his shoulders, his biceps as he trails kisses down my jaw and neck. I can tell he’s holding himself back, so I wrap my legs around his waist and roll my hips. He freezes for a moment, and then his mouth is back on mine, kissing me passionately as our bodies move together. I can feel how turned on he is, his hard length pressing perfectly between my legs, but it doesn’t scare me like it used to. It urges me on. Gives me assurance. Drives me wild.
Makes me wantmore.
“I want to take my shirt off,” I murmur against his mouth, and our bodies still. If I’ve surprised him, he doesn’t show it.
“Okay, baby. Let me help you.” He pulls back, allowing me room to sit up, and guides my shirt over my head before tossing it over his shoulder. I lie back down, my upper body now completely exposed, but I don’t feel self-conscious. Wes stays kneeling, his face flushing as his eyes roam across my naked breasts, and I realize that I want him to look. I need him to look.
Because the way he’s looking at me right now makes my insides shake.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice taking on a rough edge.
“My shorts, too,” I breathe before I can convince myself otherwise. This time, I catch the surprise on Wes’s face, but to his credit, he doesn’t ruin the moment. He trusts me the way I trust him, and so he scoots back on the bed and curls his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts. Slowly, he pulls them down my legs and over my feet before tossing them to the side.
And then I’m fully naked under the heated gaze of a beautiful man.
“Wow,” he murmurs, eyes inky and unfocused.
“I want to feel you against me,” I tell him.
“Anything you want,” he breathes. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He lowers himself back on top of me, our naked chests pressing together as his mouth slants over mine once again. His tongue dips inside, intense and insistent, nothing but the thin material of his boxers between us now. His mouth breaks away from mine, and he gazes down at my breasts. “Can I…”
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Yes. Please.”
His head dips down, tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking it in his mouth. I whimper at the sensation, arching against his mouth, and dig my fingers into his back. He takes his time before moving to the other, giving it the same treatment, before trailing his mouth back up my chest, my neck,my jaw, finding my lips again. He murmurs against them, “What else do you want? What else can I do?”
I swallow, searching his eyes. “Can you…touch me?”
“Of course, baby,” he says, and despite the heat in is gaze, I shiver. “Of course I’ll touch you.”
Shifting his weight to one side, his hand trails down over my hip, hesitating only briefly before touching me in the way I’ve only ever touched myself, alone in my room. It feels foreign to have his hand there, his fingers brushing over the most sensitive part of me, but it feels good at the same time. Good, but I need more. I need…
“Can you put your fingers inside?”
He swallows hard. “I’ll start with one, okay?”
I nod. “Mhm.”
One of his long, blunt fingers trails between my legs, circling my entrance for a moment before slowly slipping inside. I gasp, my hips rising off the bed, and then he begins to steadily pump his finger in and out of me. I love it. I love what he’s doing, my hips rolling, my body burning hot. And when he crooks his finger up toward my core, stars spark across my vision, and my breath hitches.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I nearly pant. “Yes, it feels…amazing.” He kisses me as his finger moves inside me, and I feel desperate now. Frenzied. I tug his lip between my teeth, and he groans. The deep sound makes my stomach clench, and I tighten around his finger. “Can you put in another?” I plead, and he slips a second finger in, stretching me full, making me whimper. “Wes.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He kisses my mouth and continues to touch me, drawing out all sorts of needy sounds as I grind shamelessly against his hand. When the sensations build too high and become too much, I reach down and abruptly grabhis wrist. He immediately pulls his hand out and away, his eyes searching mine. “Are you okay?”
I nod, giving him a small smile. “Yes, I’m good,” I tell him, and then I trail my hand across his hard stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. “Will you take these off?”
He nods slowly, making sure I’m sure, and then he slips off the bed. Sitting up, I watch in awe as he tugs down his boxers, putting his incredible naked body on display.
My eyes go immediately between his legs to the evidence of his desire. I’ve felt his erection against me, of course. Seen the bulge through his boxers in the morning or after we’ve been kissing for a while. But this is different. Fully exposed, it’s…prominent, but I guess I didn’t expect anything less given his stature. Instead of feeling panicked or freaked out, though, I feel other things.
Anticipation. Adoration. And the desperate desire toconnect.To share this with him.Too feel him in all the ways I haven’t.
