“Oh mygod,” Wes said, burying his face in the pillow and letting his legs give out as his whole body shook with laughter.
This was, without question, thesexiestsex I’d ever had. I’d be replaying this in my head for months.
Wes was boneless against me as I moved us both around, rolling him onto his side and grabbing supplies one-handed from where I’d left them earlier.
“You seem tired,” I murmured, kissing the back of his neck. “You sure you don’t wanna cuddle? I don’t mind.”
“I will kill you,” Wes said between harsh breaths. “I own a vibrator and I’m not afraid to use it.”
I laughed as I remembered the purple toy I’d accidentally found in Wes’s underwear drawer the first time we’d done this.
“We should play with it sometime,” I said, trailing lubed fingers along his thigh. Wes was so relaxed now that I doubted he’d need much in the way of prep, but I wasn’t going to risk making him even slightly uncomfortable.
I wanted to be as incredible as he thought I was.
Wes made the sweetest sounds as I prepped him, one part relief, one part need, hips rocking back against me rhythmically as I held him close, breathing in the sea salt and bonfire smoke clinging to his hair.
I’d never get enough of this.
“Ready?” I asked, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
Wes nodded, a relieved sigh escaping him, hand coming back to rest on my leg.
We both moaned with relief as I slipped inside him, Wes’s stomach clenching under my hand, both of us taking a moment to adjust.
“You’re so good at this,” Wes murmured.
“I haven’t done anything yet.” I laughed, nuzzling behind his ear, happy to take my time.
Wes opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say drowned in a low, needy moan as I rocked my hips, starting up the slow rhythm I’d promised him.
I could’ve stayed like this for hours, sinking into the heat of Wes’s body, breathing in his scent, tasting the salt of his skin under my lips, feeling his muscles move under my hand and around my cock.
I’d never felt closer to anyone than I did to him right now.
“Hayden,” Wes gasped, and for a second I thought he was going to ask something, or say something else—but no. No, he was just saying my name.
“Wes,” I responded, hot pleasure rolling down my spine at the shape of the word in my mouth.
I loved saying his name. I loved…
Iloved.
And the next part was so scary I couldn’t eventhinkit, but it didn’t stop my heartbeat speeding up, fingers tightening against his skin, holding him closer.
Gasping breaths and rustling sheets filled the otherwise silent room, the two of us too lost infeelingto say anything else. It was different this time, and I knew why, and I was terrified and excited all at once.
I could feel Wes getting close as I shifted position, propping him up on the pillow and leaning over him so I could go harder, deeper, listen to the gut-deep moans muffled into the pillow that this angle dragged out of him.
I knew his body now, I knewhim. Every hitched breath, every sound, every way his body movedmeantsomething to me. There was still so much more to learn, and I wanted to see all of it, know everything about him, puzzle out every possible touch to make him happy and then do it again and again and again, for as long as he’d let me.
I stroked him in time with my hips as I felt him teetering on the edge, kissing his neck, whispering nonsense about how good he felt and how close I was and how much I liked this.
Wes made the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard when he came, and that alone was enough to drag me along with him, fireworks bursting behind my eyelids as I buried my face in his hair and rocked us both through it.
Okay.
Thirty really wasn’t so bad.
