He grunts with satisfaction and wastes no time in working his fingers gently over my pussy lips, parting them with two fingers that make me gasp and buck hard.
I take a sharp breath in, and Wes moves his body down, pulling my sweat pants with him as he goes. My panties go with them and by pure instinct, I hook my legs over Wes’s strong shoulders as he pushes my legs even wider open.
“You’re perfect Katelyn,” he murmurs, running his hands up the insides of my thighs, telling me how smooth and soft I am, teasing my little patch of downy hair with his nose until I grip his thick hair with both hands.
I try to say it, but I can only gasp louder. I need him to eat me, to suck my clit until I’ve come on his face.
Wes’s hands move to my rear, he grips me firmly as he squeezes my ass.
“Perfect,” he growls again, making me call out, begging him to make me come.
“Oh, you’ll come alright. Don’t you worry about that,” he says softly, his tongue pressing instantly on my swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure right through me while he starts to work my ass with his hands.
His hair’s soft in my hands, but once he sets to work I start to thrash and buck against his face, gripping him so hard I’m scared I’ll pull his hair out.
His low sounds and groans of pleasure tell me he can take it, and soon I’m writhing against his mouth, circling my hips and feeling his hard body flex under my legs and feet as he savors the taste of my growing arousal.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before and no way could I feel this good with just my fingers down there.
It’s the whole package with Wes, a real man working overtime to pleasure me before himself, to show me just what he promised.
Showing me how much he wants me and how much he gets off on me getting off.
Like his smile, his cologne, and everything else about him, I could enjoy this for days but it seems that too quickly I feel myself getting close.
There’s an urgency in my breathing, in my voice as I start to say his name faster.
His only reply is to grip my ass harder, press his tongue deeper and circle my clit with his lips until I grip the bedsheets, my head thrown back as I feel it.
My whole body shakes and I beg him to do something, anything. But it’s already happening.
What I need most is this release.
This climax he delivers.
His gift to me.
I’m holding his head again, shuddering as wave after wave of it pulses through me.
My eyes have closed, rolled back in my head and I feel my toes curling against his hard body as he slowly moves his hands all over me.
Up inside my sweater, which I never noticed was left on, he starts to move his own body up and pressing against my chest as he kisses me.
Letting me taste myself on his lips, mixed with his own essence.
It’s as big a turn on as what he’s just done, and I break away long enough to pull my sweater off, wanting him to hold me completely naked.
I can feel him, harder than ever too and I want so many things all at once.
I want him naked against me, I want his hard cock inside me, I want to hold it, and I want it in my mouth.
“I want you everywhere,” I purr into his ear, jumping when I feel his teeth bite into my neck, and giggle when his hair tickles my chest.
“In here?” he asks in that deep voice, pressing his hand against my wetness again, igniting the fire all over again with a single touch.
I gasp and nod, my head pumping as my own hands reach for his hardness, finding its outline through his sweats and tugging at them until I feel the hot warmth of his swollen head that dwarfs my hands.
“You’re so big,” I tell him, not trying to flatter him, but trying to figure out just how this is gonna work.
He groans with pleasure and I feel a thick line of warm liquid run from his cock down my hand, which I bring up to my lips.
“Wes… Wes,” I gasp.
I have to tell him, he needs to know.
“You’re on the right scent,” he coos, teasing me and bringing my hand back down to his cock, using it to pump himself slowly until it starts to twitch, making us both gasp.
“I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come on me like you came in my mouth, Katelyn.”
I whimper in agreement, but biting my lip I realize I can’t.
Not like this.
Not yet.
“Wes. I’ve never… I mean… I’m a virgin!” I blurt out loudly, grateful to have finally said it but a little disappointed too.