“Yes, please. And I got tested as soon as I told Shane I wanted a divorce. I’m clear.” Thank fuck I found my voice. “I’ve never gone off the pill. I want you bare inside me. Please, Wesley, do it.”
He moans, and his cock twitches at the word bare. As soon as I consent, I feel the head of Wes’s cock nudging my entrance. I gasp and try to hold it together.
“Say it again, Calliope. Tell me to fuck you bare.”
“Please, Wesley. Please fuck me bare.” I know what he wants me to do. Beg him some more. And I’m more than willing. “Please.”
He pushes an inch into me, and my pussy stretches for him. I groan.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Fuck me, Wes. Fuck me, please.”
He pushes in another inch, and the breath is stolen from my lungs. There’s no way he’s going to fit, no way?—
Wes pulls out, and I feel horribly empty. He hangs his head for a second above me, taking a few deep breaths.
“Wes, please.” Now I really am begging.
“I just need a minute so I don’t come before I get fully inside you.” Wes pushes back into me, farther this time, and he swears under his breath.
I buck up my hips and get him in deeper, but there’s so much more to go.
“You feel so fucking good, Calliope. But I need you to take a little more, okay, sweetheart? I need your pussy to stretch and take all of my cock.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pushes further in, and I feel like I’m being torn in half in the best possible way. Wes reaches down and massages my clit. He’s still got my hands secured above my head, but I’m not going anywhere.
Wes thrusts once more and takes a deep breath.
“You good, sweetheart?” Concern laces his voice, wavering for a second.
I nod, and he leans down to give me a messy kiss, licking my bottom lip, then pulls out before thrusting in again. He keeps going, and I feel like I’m in another world, on another planet, and it’s just his cock and my pussy and the building of pleasure that starts deep in my center until it spreads and I’m coming, so hard, I might even scream, but he’s grunting and coming inside me, our joint orgasm going on impossibly long until he rests on his elbows above me, his cock still inside.
“Fuck, Calliope. That was perfect.” He’s panting and struggling for control.
“Yeah, it was.” I try to catch my breath. It was exactlywhat I needed. A good fuck to ground me, get it out of my system, maybe break this weird obsessive relationship I have with Wes. I can’t work through any of this now, not when we’re still naked and sweaty and he’s inside of me.
Later. I’ll think about it later.
But then I meet his intense gaze, and with the way his blue eyes are locked on me, I think we just made it worse. We didn’t break anything. And for now, I’m okay with that. More than okay with it. I’m drunk on it. I’m high. I’m fucked up on whatever drug Wes is made of.
He pulls out and reaches down to rub his finger in the mess of me and him on my pussy.
“You are a dream, Calliope. You’re just dripping with us.” Wes drags his finger up my body, leaving a trail of wetness. He leans down to kiss me, then scoots off the bed. “Stay exactly there. I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up.”
As if I could even move? I’m blown away by what just happened. By this entire evening, which feels like it lasted a hundred years.
Wes returns to run a warm washcloth up my thighs, over my stomach, and between my legs, gently cleaning me up. Then he cleans himself up before crawling back onto the bed and wrapping himself around me as the big spoon.
“I still have to brush my teeth,” I say as I melt back into his chest, every inch of my naked back and ass pressed against him.
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re not going to sleep yet. We’re just on break.” Then he slides his hand from my neck down to my stomach, gently swirling his fingers in soft circles on my skin. He’s already growing hard behind me, his cock nestled against my ass, and when his fingers make their way back into my pussy, I’m ready for him.
This time, he takes me from behind, pulling a leg over hiship, sliding in, and making me come with his cock in my pussy and his fingers massaging my clit.
When he’s done, I’m a puddle of heat on the bed, and he cleans me up again, but not long after, his face is buried between my legs.
