my fingers through his hair, moving my hips with the rhythm he sets, euphoria filling me. So profound. So poignant. So powerful.
“That’s right, baby.” He increases his motions, inserting another finger, stretching and massaging me with a mixture of hunger and benevolence. “Let me feel you.”
When his mouth covers me once more, it sends me over the edge. My toes curl. My back arches. My pulse skyrockets. I clench the sheets beneath me, my cries of pleasure reverberating against the walls as I come undone in front of this man. This beautiful, patient man.
As I try to return to earth, I quiver, every inch of me overly sensitive and throbbing.
But I still need more.
“Come here,” I order, pulling him up.
With a devious grin, he follows my command, slithering up my body. Craning forward, I slam my lips against his, tasting myself on his tongue.
“God, I want you,” he breathes into me.
“And I want you. I need you.”
“And I need you.” He pulls back. “There’s just one problem.”
“Problem?”
“Well, I didn’t exactly plan for this. I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “After everything, I—”
He cups my cheek, cutting me off with a kiss. “It’s in the past. It doesn’t matter. Not here. Not when it’s us. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He captures my mouth with another kiss, circling his hips against me.
I scrape my nails down his back, needing to get rid of the last barrier between us. Finding the waist of his pajama pants, I start to shove them down his legs. He breaks away, kicking them the rest of the way off before returning to me. When his erection rubs against me, I moan, needing more of him. Needing all of him.
Our kiss is reckless, teeth clashing as we take everything we can from each other, nothing extinguishing the flame that’s been building since that first meeting. Wes slowly moves against me, tempering my own frantic motions, and I whimper. Our kiss becomes less desperate, more ardent, genuine, heartfelt.
He places a soft kiss on the corner of my lips, then leans back, bringing his erection up to me, spreading my desire around. I close my eyes and lift my hips, silently telling him what I need.
“Open your eyes, Londyn.” His tone is a mix between a demand and a plea.
I follow his request.
“I need you to stay with me.” He kisses me sweetly. “Need your eyes on me. Okay?”
“Okay.” I fight the urge to close my eyes when he rubs himself against my clit, causing another wave of desire to wash over me.
“No going back,” he reminds me.
I shake my head. “No going back.”
There’s something so intimate about our gazes being locked as he eases inside me. My chest heaves, my breathing increasing, this moment more profound than I thought it would be.
“Okay?” he asks.
I nod.
He leans toward me. “I need to hear you say you’re okay. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. I’ve done this before,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“I’m not talking about physically, Londyn.” He brings his hand to my chest, covering my heart. “I’m talking about here. Are you okay here? We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready. I’m okay.”
He covers my mouth with his, then pushes the rest of the way in, filling me to the hilt and pausing at the point of absolute bliss, both of us reveling in the sensation as we exhale simultaneously.
He retreats before pushing back into me again, this time going a little farther. I gasp, an electric shock traveling straight to my core.
“Too much?”
I swallow hard. “Again,” I plead.
He groans, burying his head in the crook of my neck, his unshaven jaw causing an ache to build.
“Do you have any idea how good you feel? So warm. So perfect.”
I arch into him, signaling with my body what I need.
When he thrusts into me, I exhale, my nails clawing into his back. “Oh god.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
He withdraws, his motions slow, before driving into me again, my eyes widening at how deep he goes. A shiver rolls through me, my breathing labored. He leans back, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he swipes his tongue against his thumb, then lowers it to my clit, circling it.
“Wes...” I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation, chasing the euphoria that swells inside me.
“Eyes on me,” he reminds me, his voice gruff.
I snap my gaze back to his, my pulse skyrocketing when I see the raw desire within.