Pulling back slightly, he asked, “You want me to show you?”
“Show me? Are you going to suck a dick for me, Wes?”
He laughed and kissed me again. “Come here, smart-ass.”
When he took my hand and led me over to the chair, upholstered in a dark green velvet material, in the corner, I smiled.
“Are you planning on sitting there?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“I’m going to grab a towel. I helped Lauren pick out that chair and it took months. It was stupid expensive and I don’t want ass stains on it.”
“Jesus Christ, Hadley, my ass is clean.”
“Yeah, but when you sit and things spread out…just let me get a towel.”
He smiled and looked up at the ceiling, hands on his hips. “You better at least jog so I can see your tits and ass jiggling.”
I complied with his request and grabbed a bath towel from the linen closet in the bathroom, unfolding it and placing it over the chair. Wes sat down, a smile playing on his lips and his eyes dark with desire as he said, “Get on your knees.”
This was starting out hotter than my past oral experiences. Instead of forcing my head down to his crotch, Wes was telling me what he wanted, and it was surprisingly sexy.
When I was on my knees in front of him, he put a hand in my hair, his fingertips massaging my scalp.
“Play with me,” he said in a low tone. “Tease me.”
I hesitated a moment before leaning forward and licking the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it gently. He groaned in response, his fingertips still rubbing my head.
“That’s good, babe. Keep your lips over your teeth and keep things wet. If you do that, it’s hard for anything to—oh, fuck yeah.”
I’d gotten him wet with my mouth and then run my hand up and down his shaft. I tried it again, using both my mouth and my hand. From the sound of his labored breathing, I could tell he liked it.
“A little slower,” he said in a coaxing tone. “Ah, that’s perfect. Keep doing that.”
It wasn’t so much his words, but his groans and the way his hand would tighten in my hair that told me when I was doing something he liked. And once I was able to take nearly all of him in my mouth, and I picked up the pace, he started thrusting his hips slightly and groaning louder.
“Don’t fucking stop…oh fuck…use your hand if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, babe.”
There was nothing I wanted more than for him to come in my mouth. He’d made me feel powerful and sexy, and I had a feeling I was enjoying this almost as much as he was. I continued, and soon I was rewarded with the taste of his release flooding my mouth.
He exhaled hard and his body went slack.
“Those other guys were fucking liars,” he said, grinning. “That was incredible.”
“You helped me make it good,” I said, still feeling a surge of pride.
“Nah. Everyone should tell their partner what they like. It’s what grown adults do. And I fucking loved that.”
He took my face in his hands and kissed me. Maybe he was right, and I just hadn’t been with a real man before. I’d definitely never been with anyone who made me feel like he did.
“Now lie down and get ready to take it like a good girl,” he said, standing up.
Holy shit. I considered myself a strong, independent woman, but when he commanded me in the bedroom, I always wanted to comply. It was nice to not have to be in control all the time.
He slid my panties down my legs and over my feet, tossing them on the floor before kissing his way up my thighs.
Good god, the man knew his way around a woman’s body. He licked and sucked and stroked until I was on the edge, but stopped short of letting me come. Instead, he parted my legs and pushed his way inside me, both of us groaning with pleasure.
I bucked my hips beneath him, my body desperate for the release it knew was coming. I’d been thinking about this moment every night he was on the road.
I came quickly, burying my face in his shoulder to muffle my moans so as not to wake the kids. He was right behind me, his face freezing in an expression of complete ecstasy as he held himself inside me while he came.
“Is it me, or does it just keep getting better?” he asked, exhaling hard and lying down on his side.
“No, you’re right.”
“Think about all the great sex you missed out on by turning me down all those years ago,” he said with a wink.
“But then I wouldn’t have had the benefit of your extensive experience,” I said, grinning.
“Uh-huh.” He said, a small smirk on his face. “Want to take a shower?”