As suddenly as he picked me up, Wes puts me back on my feet. For a split second my heart stops, thinking he’s having second thoughts and is going to pull away, taking his body away from mine. It would be as painful as sucking all the oxygen out of the air, which is basically what he does to me anyway.
He takes it all away and the only way to breathe is to put my mouth on his and inhale him all in. I swallow hard, pulse bounding, and stare at him. My lips are parted, and I’ve never felt so empowered and so helpless at the same time. This beast of a man is standing in front of me. I’m so small compared to him, yet I know he’s as much of a slave to the desire to lose ourselves in each other as I am.
Suddenly, he drops to his knees, pushing my dress up to my stomach. I lean back against the wall, gasping. My breasts rise and fall rapidly, and I look down, watching him slowly slide a hand up my leg.
He starts at the inside of my knee, touching my soft flesh with only his fingertips. I shiver from his touch, and every single nerve in my body is humming with pleasure. My eyes flutter shut, and I surrender to him.
I’m usually the one who stays in power, who always has to be on top. But not tonight. Weston won’t allow it even if I tried, and being with a man who’s as gentle and caring as he is domineering and demanding is throwing me for a loop, and it feels so fucking good.
Slowly, he slides his hand up the back of my thigh, pushing his fingers up inch by inch until they’re right below my entrance. I’m burning hot for him and don’t know how much of this teasing I can handle before I bring my foot up, push it against his chest, and force him back so I can climb on top.
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.