No one has ever made me this wound up before, and I’m entirely sure it’s because no one has ever made me feel this much outside of the bedroom before. Wes has done something to me, damn him. He didn’t mean to, didn’t set out to get under my skin and into my heart.
But he did, and now I want him in every way possible.
He pushes his hand up to my ass and brings me to his face. I’m trembling with anticipation, almost nervous to take things to the next step with him. I’ve been with my fair share of lovers, but no one compares to Weston. He’s uncharted territory, and the thrill of setting sail in unfamiliar waters is shadowed only a bit by the fear of not being enough for him.
I want to offer him everything. I want to give him all of me.
“Ohhh,” I moan when his lips gently brush over my stomach. He kisses me softly, and my entire body hums in rhythm to him. He moves closer, parting my legs, and I reach out, grabbing the edge of his dresser to steady myself.
And then he moves in, slipping his hand up under my panties and pushing them to my side. There’s no easing into it. No warning. His tongue lashes out against my clit and my mouth falls open, but I’m unable to make a sound.
He licks and sucks, speeding up and slowing down, going at me hard and soft and he’s paying attention to my reaction the entire time, taking note of what I like better, and then he does it again. And again. And again.
I feel the orgasm coiling tight inside of me, and he brings his free hand up, nails dragging over the flesh of my ass and pushes a finger inside of me. He rubs against my inner walls, finding my g-spot. He pushes against it, holding the pressure there for a moment before releasing. Holy shit. I press my head against the wall behind me. This feels so fucking good.
He does it again, moving his fingers in more of a circular motion. It’s a different stimulation, one that sends another wave of pleasure through me. Part of me thinks it’s going to all come crashing down soon, and I’ll be left with female blue-balls. Because this build-up is too good. And things that are too good to be true usually are.
“Ohhh my god,” I moan, and everything inside of me becomes alive. Weston sucks my clit, while at the same time he flicks his tongue against it. He continues to finger-fuck me, rubbing my g-spot with two fingers. If my eyes were open, they’d roll back in my head.
My mouth is hanging open, and I grip tighter onto the dresser, feeling my knees threaten to buckle. If I fall, he’ll stop, and having him take his mouth off my pussy would be a sin right now.
I need to come.
He knows it, and as soon as I’m close, he pulls back.
“Wes,” I growl, trying to find my voice. I reach down with my free hand and take a tangle of his hair, keeping his head against me. “Weston Dawson,” I say, forcing my eyes open. “If you stop—”
“What?” He looks up with so much lust in his eyes I could drown. “What will you do if I stop?”
Holy fuck, this man. I arch my back, pushing my pussy forward and in his face.
“If you stop, I’ll be forced to finish myself while you watch, and then I won’t let you lay a finger on me.”
Wes inhales and dives back in with an open mouth. He licks and sucks with fury, and only a minute later I’m hardly able to hold myself up. The orgasm rolls through me, slow at first and then crashing in with fury. It floods every part of me, making my toes curl and my ears ring. I come so hard wetness spills from me.
“Holy shit,” he pants, wiping his face.
“Should I be sorry?” I pant as stars dot my vision.
“Hell no. You are so fucking sexy, Scarlet.”
I rapidly blink, still floating on ecstasy. I pitch forward, hands landing on Weston’s broad shoulders. He stands, scooping me up. I’m like a rag doll in his hands. He brings me to the bed, gently laying me down. He moves on top of me, parting my legs and moving between.
I’m still fully dressed, with damp thighs and wet panties. He brushes my messy hair back, kissing me so that I taste myself on his lips. I feebly reach for the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up over his head. It’s a moot point; I’m not fully functional yet. My pussy is still spasming from the intense orgasm he just gave me, and we’re not even close to being done.
“Weston,” I breathe, so quiet I’m not sure if he can hear me.
“Scarlet,” he whispers back, holding himself over me. I swallow hard and bite my lip.
Reaching down, I undo the button on his jeans, freeing his massive cock. The sheer size of that thing is hardly contained by his boxers, and it feels so fucking good in my hand. I push his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. I let my eyes fall shut, waiting until my heart stops racing to sit up. I plant my hands on Weston’s muscular chest and give him a shove. He’s so big and so solid he doesn’t move.
Instead, he takes my hands, moves them aside, and flips me over onto my stomach. With a slap to my ass, he gathers the hem of my dress in one hand and slips the other under the band of my panties. I arch my back, making it easy for him to pull them off me.
“Sit up,” he grunts, and I obey without question. Licking his lips, he eyes me up and down. I push onto my knees, looking at his cock in all its massive glory. Precum wets the tip, spilling down the thick shaft.
Weston grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. He groans with want when he sees me. He inches closer, running a hand up and over my breasts. The dress I was wearing required a pushup bra, and I’m looking all cleavagey right now, with my tits pushed up and together. He brings his head in to my breasts, kissing his way up along my collarbone. With deft fingers, he unhooks my bra.
I hold the cups against me, slowly letting the straps fall down one at a time. Weston waits, licking his lips with anticipation. I smile coyly, watching his face as I let my bra fall to the mattress. He sweeps his hands over me, thumbs circling my nipples.
“You’re beautiful,” he says and moves back to me, kissing me with fervor. I’m on my knees, naked before this man, but I’m anything but shy. I push him back, wanting to level the playing field. He needs to be naked too.
Biting my lip, I inch forward, hands going to his pants. I pull them the rest of the way down, after struggling to get them over his ass, Wes gets impatient and yanks them off.
“Your shirt,” I say, leaning back a bit. “Take it off.”
Wes looks me right in the eye and gives me a devilish smile before pulling his shirt over his head.
I want him to go down on me again, make me come so hard the entire world falls off its axis again. But there’s another thing I want more than coming so hard nothing else matters.
Him.
I want to feel him push inside me. I want to join together, even briefly, and exist as one. It’s fucking lame, I know, but dammit, I’m craving him like a starving man craves food.
“I need you,” I whisper, body coming alive at the thought of that big, muscular man lying down on top of me. “Now.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, and having him make sure I’m good with this is such a turn on.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”
He lets out a growl and moves on top of me, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go and lining his cock up to my entrance. He pauses, kissing me first, and then pushes that big cock inside of me.