He has an old soul that has been trampled on by parents who didn’t deserve him. Now, I need to prove to him that he deserves better.
When I pull back, I check to see if I’ve made a breakthrough.
His eyes soften as they stare into mine. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
I curl up to his chest, and his arms instantly wrap around me, holding me tightly.
“That’s what you’re doing. So, stop it already. Don’t keep putting up these walls. Let’s see where this goes. If it doesn’t work out, fine. At least we’ll know we both tried.”
He leans back and cups my face in his palms. “I want to try. I do.”
I step out of his grip and take his hand in mine, leading him to my room. He follows, as no other words need to be said.
As we stand mere inches apart in the middle of my room, I slowly start to unbutton my shirt until it falls off my shoulders and falls to the floor. Wesley takes a deep inhale, seeming unsteady, but by the darkness that’s clouding his eyes, I know he won’t stop me.
I slide my leggings down my legs, yanking them off by stepping on them with my feet. As I stand in front of him in only my bra and panties, he keeps his eyes glued to mine, so I go a step further.
Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. I hook my fingers under the straps of my panties, but he stops me by placing his large hands over mine.
He shakes his head, and for a brief moment, I think he’s going to stop me, but to my surprise, he says, “I get to remove those.”
He drops to his knees, working his finger under my lace thong, and moving them down my legs, helping me step out of them completely.
Now, I stand here, naked and baring my entire soul to the boy I’ve known almost my entire life, and I don’t have one doubt or fear of what I’m doing. I want this man, and he needs to know just how bad.
When he runs his fingers up the inside of my legs, it sends chills all around me. I close my eyes to enjoy the rush of sensations that only his touch can cause on my body.
“I used to dream about you,” he whispers, staring at my legs and where he’s running his fingers along my skin. “All throughout high school.” He shakes his head slightly as he lets out a small chuckle under his breath. “I dreamed about you so much that it started to fuck with my head.” He finally looks up and meets my eyes. “That’s why I thought that kiss was a dream. Another. Fucking. Dream.”
He takes both of his hands and runs them down my legs, caressing them like they’re valuable and he’s in awe that they’re here in front of him.
“I woke up so pissed the next morning. This whole time, I thought it was the most real dream I’d ever had.” His movement almost knocks me off balance when he stands so fast and grips my hips. “I’m sorry I was too drunk to realize what I was doing. Haven’t you ever heard that drunk thoughts are hidden truths?”
I take a sharp inhale at his admission. I run my lips together to gain composure and stop the tears from forming.
“I kissed you because I had every time I dreamed about you. I just never thought I’d have the chance.”
“Then, what are you waiting for?” I ask.
He smirks. “Absolutely nothing.”
Leaning down, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me to my bed. Once I’m lying down, he yanks his shirt over his head by reaching one hand behind him and then kicks off his shoes. As he unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, his cock springs out, and I see just how hard he already is. He grabs a condom from his wallet before discarding his pants onto my desk chair.
Sitting the condom beside me, he climbs on top of me for the first time. When he lowers himself to me, his lips meet mine in a sensual kiss that’s much more meaningful than I’ve ever felt from him. There’s no rush or urgency to his movements. Without Chad here, we have all night, and I get the feeling he’s going to take advantage.
As his kisses sear through my lips, his hands move down my body, gripping my hips, his body grinding into me. I’ve never made out with a man when we’re already naked. I’m used to clothes rubbing in the wrong places or just plain getting in the way. Feeling every inch of his body against me and the tip of his cock pressing against my skin sends ripples of pleasure through me.
He slides down my body and takes my taut nipple in his mouth as he massages the other one. My head falls back as my hips buck up, wanting to feel his skin against me once again. He obliges my desire, and when he does, his cock slips between my slit, rubbing against my clit in the most delicious way.
I moan, and I feel the reaction my noises make all throughout his body.
“I’m trying to take this slow, but I’m dying to be inside you right now,” he says between licks of my neck.
I reach for the condom, ripping it open myself. “I want you inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
I grab his cock, and he pulls back from me, giving me access to him as I roll it down his thick shaft. When I grip him tightly, he closes his eyes and drops his head back.
He takes a deep inhale in. “Please don’t hate me if I can’t last too long. I’m so fucking turned on right now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this.”
I sit up, so we’re inches apart. “Well then, you’d better fuck me quick because I promise I’m going to come fast.”
The growl that escapes his lips as he pushes me back on the bed is enough to kick up my desire to a thousand. I swear if he hits my G-spot as he slides in, I’m a goner for sure.
With his lips glued to mine, he positions himself at my entrance before taking a deep breath and sliding in me for the first time in a slow, delicious pace.
“Oh God,” I say as he fills me to the brim.
I roll my shoulders back, pushing away to give myself time to allow him in. His length and girth are almost too much, and I feel like I can barely breathe.
He opens his mouth, sweeping his tongue against mine as he pulls out and slowly glides in again. I gasp as pleasure radiates through my entire body. Holding my hands down to my sides and gripping the sheets next to me, I let him move in and out of me, giving him full control over my body and dying at the ecstasy it’s sending in waves from my toes to the tip of my head.
With every thrust, he rubs against my G-spot, and with every pull, I feel like the air is leaving my chest from the loss of him.
He speeds up, and it becomes too much.
I feel the fire burning inside of me, and every time he leaves me, it’s like a match flicking the flame once more when he enters again.
I can’t take it anymore, and I brace myself by wrapping my arms and legs around him, holding me tightly as I start to push down as he thrusts in. His groan only fuels me more, and I speed up my motions, like I’m running a race and I see the finish line in my sight. It’s so close that I can taste it.
“Stacey!” Wes grunts, and as he pushes hard against me, I crumple in his arms and spasm against his cock as he finds his own release.
It’s magic. It’s beautiful. It’s amazing because it’s us. Two kids who have finally figured out we were pushed together for a reason and two adults who simply can’t fight it anymore.
Chapter Fifteen