“How can I satisfy you?” he offered while nudging my ear with his nose. I grabbed his hands and guided them to my breasts. He didn’t need a second invitation. His fingers ran across my nipples. He played with them until they became hard points. I arched my back, pushing my ass into his crotch. His cock was already hard and my body shuddered at the idea of having him tonight.
“I’m so scared for you,” I whispered with an abated breath.
“Don’t be.” He kept one hand on my breast while the other traveled down my stomach. “I know what I’m doing. Always. Don’t you agree?”
I laughed. My body screamed for his touch. I pressed against him harder. “Not always, Weston.”
“Most times, Cove,” he insisted in a rough voice. His fingers slipped under my jeans and panties. “When it counts. I think we can agree on that much.”
His index and middle finger circled my clit. The touch was light. He teased me until a whimper escaped my lips. I reached behind me, grabbing his cock above his pants.
“Can you come on me again?” he requested. “My mouth this time?”
My pussy grew ten times wetter at his words. I nodded and turned around to capture his lips with mine. I swallowed his moans like I was starved for air. He gripped onto my wide hips like he was drowning. When the back of his knees hit the bed, I shoved him down.
He watched me undress with lust in his eyes. I removed my clothes slowly, wanting him to watch. I needed him to see me. All of me. Because this was probably the last time.
When I climbed onto the bed, I kissed him slowly. He followed my lead, ever patient, ever sweet. I smiled when I pulled away and said, “God, I’m going to miss you.”
“I know.” He nodded as he caressed my cheek. “I’m going to miss you too.”
I turned to kiss the hand on my cheek. He smiled, parting my lips to give me a teasing kiss.
“Come up here and fuck me, Cove.” He jerked his chin up. “I want to taste you.”
I followed his directions. My hands gripped the headboard as my pussy aligned with his face. He placed his hands on my ass. When his tongue met my clit, I couldn’t hold back my moans. His name spilled from my lips in an instant. He seemed to approve as he pulled me closer.
He worked his mouth against me eagerly. Weston was unabashed in sucking every drop of cum that met his lips. I peered down at him. My hips rocked back and forth at the sight of him between my legs. He matched my humping, moving his neck back and forth to licking, sucking, and kissing.
When my body clenched, ready for release, he pressed me harder into him. My body convulsed at climax and the moan that escaped my lips echoed between the room’s walls. I continued moving my hips so I could enjoy every aftermath shudder Weston offered with his tongue. Once my body calmed, I slid off him with a small laugh.
“I’m not done yet, beautiful” he whispered as he trailed kisses along my collarbone.
Weston turned me on my side. He left the bed briefly for a condom in his bag. When he put it on, he pulled me closer. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, urging me to spread.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how sexy this part of your body is,” he murmured into my ear as he squeezed my inner thigh. The extra fat filled the spaces in between his fingers. I could only moan as he continued squeezing and then entered me slowly.
On our sides, Weston fucked me. He took his time. Slow and steady strokes made me grip on his arm wrapped around my chest. His hand on my thigh slowly snuck its way up to my pussy. Weston was gentle when he rubbed my clit. The combination of pressure on the bud with every inch of him filling me made my body reach climax again.
“You coming again, Cove? Right on my fingers,” he encouraged between kisses on the back of my neck. “That’s my girl. Enjoy it.”
I rode the orgasm for as long as I could. And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Weston got on top. He reentered me carefully with a whisper, “Is this okay?”
I nodded, desperate for more. I knew my eyes were pleading. “I don’t want you to stop. I don’t want this to end.”
Weston smiled. His strokes were steady. For a moment he took my nipple between his lips and sucked. When he neared his orgasm, he pulled away from my nipple to look me in the eye. His hand held onto my chin while the other stroked my hair.
“Don’t look away, okay?” he begged me. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
I nodded, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist so he could thrust deeper. Harder. Faster. He never looked away, and neither did I. His brow furrowed when he came. His eyes widened as I lifted my hips off the bed to meet him in mid-stroke.
“Fucking hell,” he moaned while letting go. “Cove. God,Cove.”
I buried my fingers into his hair and kissed him. All lust and love. He returned it with equal parts passion. After a few seconds of making out, he pulled out of me. I sighed with content. Weston rolled out of the bed and disappeared into the adjourned bathroom to clean up.
He joined me underneath the covers when he came back. I got as close as I could to him. His heavy arm circled around my waist, holding me tight like he’d never let go.
“God, I love you,” he murmured and then followed it with a hasty, “Crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
