She rises to her knees, hovering over my hips as she positions my cock at her entrance. The room is pin-drop silent outside the mingled sound of our heavy breath when Willow slowly sinks down on me.
The moment I’m enveloped by her soft warmth and mind-melting wetness, a foreign, electric sensation rushes over every inch of my heated skin. My blood catches flame brighter than anything I’ve known before. My entire being explodes, expanding into multitudes before snapping back together like a band—all of me narrowed on my connection with Willow. The joining of our bodies.
Some kind of animalistic noise crawls from my throat, begging for escape when she drops another inch. My hands claw at the sheets, a bead of sweat forms on my brow as I reach deep inside myself for some sense of composure, willing myself not to come before I’m even fully inside her.
“You’re so big, Wes,” she moans, tossing her head back as she slides down farther, until she’s nearly seated on me completely.
I whimper—fucking pathetically, though I’m uncaring. I’d weep for her, crawl to her, fucking obliterate myself. For her soul, her mind, her body. The way she welcomes me, binding our beings with the mingling of flesh. Being inside Willow is beyond erotic—it’s fucking spiritual. Ifeelthe altering of my very composition. The imprint of her upon my skin. As if she’s completing me wholly.
She tightens. I unravel.
Her body molds to mine. My soul takes shape around hers.
“Fuck, Wills,” I say through gritted teeth, hands flying to her hips—desperate to feel her body tremble alongside mine. “You’re taking it, love.” My gaze locked on where we’re flushed together, the way she’s stretching around me, adjusting to accommodatemy body taking space in hers. “Look at you. God, Willow. You’re unreal. You’re perfect.”
Her voice shakes with every word when she huffs a whispered laugh, “I could be terrible. You have nothing to compare it to.”
“No,” I growl. Sliding a hand to knot in her hair, forcing her face to meet mine when I sit up and drag our joined bodies to the top of the bed until I’m in a seated position. “It’s perfect because it’syou, Willow. You.” I kiss her forehead. “This is perfect.” I kiss her lips. “These are perfect.” Tugging her hair again so that her back arches and her head snaps back, I press my mouth to her chest. “This right here?” I murmur over her heart. “Does me in, baby. This is all encompassing. All consuming.” I lift my hips, mind reeling at the slick, tight feel of her wrapped around me. The way she pulses with every word I speak. “There isn’t one part of you that isn’t beautiful, Willow. There isn’t a single thing I’d ever change. Do you get that? You are more than a dream. Far beyond any expectation I could’ve set, any future I could’ve envisioned for myself. You are superior to every fantasy my mind could’ve ever drummed up. I don’t need to experience anything else. All I need—all I want—is you.”
CHAPTER 29
WILLOW
I’m drowning in the storm-blue eyes that tether my gaze, his words cascading across my heated skin, sinking into the depths of my bones. I don’t have words for it—any of it. The conviction in his voice strikes a chord inside my chest, the current between us echoing with a transcendent hum. There is no description in existence for the way he feels inside me, filling every hollow gap my past tore open.
“Wes,” I whisper, folding forward to align our faces. “I?—”
He hushes me, understanding it too—this sensation beyond language. One hand glides up my spine while the other finds my face, brushing away the loose hair stuck to my sweat-slicked skin before bracketing my jaw. He feathers his lips over mine, swallowing the moan he pulls from me when he rolls his hips, inching deeper.
We trade breath—Wes sighing into my mouth when I rock against him. I slide my tongue over his, eagerly tasting his sounds of desire. He drags that hand down my back, grasping my ass as he flushes us closer.
“You feel so good, love,” he rasps against my flesh, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re ruining me.”
“I know,” I moan, his bite slicing through me as I break free from his hold, pressing against his chest and flattening him against the pillows. “Let me ride it.”
His eyes roll back, the hand on my ass gripping hard enough to bruise. “I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s okay,” I whisper as I lift up before slamming back down. “I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
“Fuck.” A fractured sound catches in his throat, his entire body bowing as he pulses inside me.
I set a punishing pace, bouncing on his cock while rotating my hips in a circular motion. Weston’s head sinks into the pillows, the tendons in his neck flexing with each aching groan that leaves his mouth. His skin glistens, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched—face twisted with pure ecstasy.
His hips begin snapping, meeting each grind of mine down on him, the salacious slap of our joining mingles with the echoes of our impassioned panting through the otherwise quiet house.
“Willow,” he murmurs brokenly, like he can hardly find the words. His eyes open, half-lidded and swimming in bliss. “I need it to feel good for you too.”
“It does,” I promise. I don’t know how he doesn’t realize it—I’m trembling with every movement we make, he’s so deep I’m certain he can feel the hammering of my pulse from the inside of my body.
“I need you tocome,” he rasps. “With me. Please. Fuck. I’m so close. I need?—”
I don’t slow my movements, I don’t pause, because I’m close too. I grasp the hand splayed around my waist and drag it between my legs. Covering his fingers with my own, I slide them down until we’re both pressed against the place our bodies join—feeling the way I move atop him, the way he thrusts into me.
“Feel that.” I flex our fingers, forcing them to brush against my clit, a whimper clawing at the roof of my mouth from thepressure. I set a rhythm—soft, languid strokes of his hand over my swollen and sensitive bud. “Feel us,” I whisper.
“We’re so good together,” he growls.
I’m quivering uncontrollably, my moans crescendoing to a height that could rattle the foundation of the house itself. Weston’s fingers work at me with precision, my pace becoming chaotic as he swells inside me, chasing his own release.
