Eleanor parted her legs, letting him fit between them. He peppered the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with kisses. Lifting her legs over his arms, her slick folds further unfurled with his fingers exposing her swollen pink inner flesh. Smiling at the sight, he dipped his tongue along the seam to take a taste.
She squealed and grabbed her bedcovers, unsure of the new sensation.
“So sweet.” Wes anchored her with his hands and started to savor her. Taking his time, he teased her swollen bud, coaxing it from its hood, each lick causing more of her delicious nectar to flow.
“Wes?” she pleaded, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
Not quite sure what she wanted, he checked in with her. “Are we okay?”
“Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.
Raking his tongue against her, he pushed a finger into her core. Her breaths were now coming in shallow pants. Joining one finger with another, he turned his hand to find her internal spongy swelling. He pumped his fingers in a slow rhythm within her, widening the space between his fingers a little with each thrust to make room for him.
Lifting his mouth, he said, “Let go,” his warm breath tickling her before he pulled her bud between his lips and thrust his fingers deeper into her hot channel.
* * *
Eleanor’s body clamped down on his hand as he dragged his thumb across her swollen bud. Black dots appeared before her eyes as she flew into a million pieces. “Wes!” she cried out breathlessly. He maintained his fingers’ presence deep within her, kissing his way back up her body and possessing her mouth.
Her eyes drifted open. “Was that?” she asked in a sensual-sounding voice she did not recognize. Slowly, his fingers slipped free.
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gazed up into his. She reached to unbutton his shirt. Gasping, she discovered a gorgeous piece of art tattooed over his heart, a tree of life rising from a SEAL trident. “Wes, it’s stunning.”
She placed kisses along each branch, discovering his flattened nipple hidden by the trident’s fork. She pressed her tongue against it, enjoying the sound of his sharp intake and exhalation of air. A gentle finger explored the anatomy of every tight cord of muscle.
Eleanor fingered a set of round scars and another thin scar moving between them. “Alamo.” He’d almost died too. Her eyes fogged over.
“Hey, Ellie, where did you go? We don’t have to go further. I’m content to have you in my arms.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
* * *
Wes removed his shirt and opened the button on his pants. After sliding his zipper down, he took her hand and placed it against him for her to feel his hard shaft aching to be released. He helped her push his pants down, her breath catching as his large manhood stood tall against his belly.
Taking her hand, he moved it up and down his cock. “Are you sure, my beautiful Curly?”
Her face shone with trust as she honored him with a strong yes. He pressed her back into her pillows before standing, then he kicked his socks off and removed the remaining inches of his pants. After pulling a condom from his wallet, he sheathed himself and crawled back up her body.
Her face was a mix of arousal and fear as he kissed her possessively, teasing her body until she was on the edge of another orgasm. He poised his mushroomed head against her core before pressing into her an inch at a time.
Wes spoke softly to her, kissing her and suckling her breasts as her body stretched to accept him, her arousal surrounding him in its slick warmth. He bit the soft tissue of her breast, not enough to hurt her but enough for her to know she was bitten. When he began slow thrusts inside her, her hips rose up to meet them. He adjusted his angle to brush against her internal bundle of nerves and found his rhythm.
Eleanor reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Oh, Wes,” she panted and begged.
“Let go.” He licked his fingertips and reached between their joining to rub her pouting bud. Her face flushed as her sex pulsed around him, and she shattered in his arms. Lost in her aftershocks, he chased his own release, unable to control the strength of his thrusts, any longer until he found his own climax.
Breathless, he rolled, sliding from her warmth to the side, then he pulled her comforter around her. Wiping a sweat-soaked curl from her brow, Wes placed a soft kiss to Eleanor’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
He climbed from bed and headed into the bathroom. After taking care of business, he washed his hands. The reflection in the mirror taunted him. Guilt wrapped around him like a vise. He was supposed to question her, but instead, he made love to her.Love.
Throwing water on his face, he returned to the bedroom and slipped back into bed with her. She jumped when he placed a warm washcloth against her. “Are you okay, Curly?”
“How can I be anything else?” She placed her palm against his stubbled cheek. “Wes, can I tell you something?”
“Of course.” He ran his hand through her silky curls.
“No matter what happens between us, I will never forget this.” Her eyes drifted closed.
Wes clutched her body against his. Neither would he. “I hope we can share many more.”
He kissed the top of her head, trying to drag himself from his nagging thoughts. He reached for his phone and forwarded the recording of Eleanor’s statement.
