“Then take the wheel, Westley.”
I paused, looking a little surprised at her. I searched for any sign that she didn’t mean those words, but there was none. She looked at me with stone-hard eyes.
I wrapped my arms tighter around her and turned us down to the living room. I plopped her down on the edge of the couch and reached my hands underneath her dress. I took hold of her underwear and shimmied them down. I realized she was wearing a thong, and my cock pulsed painfully in my pants.
I watched her chest rise and fall as I grabbed her dress, tugging it up. She blushed as I stared at her, taking in hernakedness. Gabriella was hairless, and I hooked her legs wide, taking her in.
I growled softly, my mouth watering at the sight of her. I looked up at her, and she was beet red, her lips were slightly parted, and her hands gripped the couch.
“This look on your face is better than any look I imagined.”
I moved my hands inward, rubbing my thumb along her hip bones. Her back arched slightly, and I smirked. I leaned lower, kissing her inner thigh. I could hear her moan softly.
I moved my hand lower, sliding a finger through her folds. “Oh god,” her hips bucked up, and her hands moved, grabbing at the top of the couch.
She was soaking wet. My finger moved easily, my thumb sliding over her clit, which made her toes curl. I slid a finger into her, feeling her body tighten around me.
I moved my hand slowly, watching every reaction I got back. I watched her pant, her head tilting back as she moaned. I took in the way her legs shook, her hips, moving with each thrust my hand did.
I slid a second finger into her, her body clamping down harder than before. I shifted on my knees, trying to put a little space between my cock.
I bit her thigh, her voice pitching high again. “Oh god…”
I turned my wrist, hooking my fingers up. Her mouth dropped open as she moaned louder. Her voice bounced off the walls.
I inhaled her scent, my wolf growling, frustrated now. I wanted nothing more than to sink into her and find my release. But I didn’t want that either, and I wasn’t sure she did either.
I dipped my hand down and ran my tongue over her. Her thighs slammed against my face, and her fingers grabbed at my hair. “Oh god, Westley!”
I was going to bust a nut in my damn jeans at this rate.
I grabbed her thighs, pulling them back apart as I devoured her. I thrust two fingers into her, working my tongue over her clit. Her breath pitched, her voice hitting new heights.
“Don’t stop… oh god.”
I chuckled as I moved my fingers deeper into her. “You taste sweet like candy. I could get used to this.”
She looked at me now, flustered and amazed. She stammered for words but found none now.
I kissed her knee and ran my tongue down her thigh. “When you come, and trust me you will, I want you to say my name. Or I’ll just bring you right to the edge and stop.”
She blinked, staring at me.
“That’s cruel,” she whispered.
“It is,” I said, dipping my head down. “And a promise. So, say my name, Ella.”
I dipped my head back down and slid my tongue over her clit. I moved my fingers faster, listening to her breath pant for air. I could feel the shift, knowing she was close.
“Oh god… right there,” she moaned, her hips bucking up. Her legs shook violently against my hold, her back arching more. She was right there, just on the edge.
God, say my name, Gabriella.
“Oh god,” she cried out now, her body finding its release. I looked up at her, watching her face hit ecstasy.
“Westley,” she moaned my name, just before her body sagged against the couch.
I took one last long lick before I leaned back. I pulled my hand up, popping my fingers into my mouth, tasting her. “My name sounds good coming out of your mouth like that.”
