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Before I could do anything else, though, he had me turned around and up in his arms, his hands under my skirt and gripping my bare ass. Our lips met again, and everything else disappeared. Every other thought gone from my mind save one.
Him. And being with him. Letting him take me in whatever way he wanted.
“Wesley,” I moaned out between kisses, vaguely aware he was moving through his house with my body wrapped around his.
My back hit the wall in the hallway, and he pressed one hand against it, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. I rubbed myself against him, needing the friction, needing to feel something. My hands clutched at his shirt, trying to get it off him, to remove the barrier between his muscles and skin and my hands.
He let go of me and tore his shirt over his head, his hips pressing into me to hold me pinned against the wall. I raked my nails down his chest as his mouth found my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at the sensitive flesh there.
The feel of his bare skin and the sensations from his mouth on my neck stoked the fire in my belly, making me yearn for more. My hands wrapped around his neck and up the back of his head, holding him there as he continued kissing me and moved us down the hall again.
He kicked his bedroom door shut behind him and carried me to his bed, tossing me on the white comforter before stepping back to undo his jeans.
I lifted my dress up over my hips, exposing my lower half to him, just like at the beach. My knees tipped apart, my head fell back in ecstasy, and my chest heaved in anticipation of what was to come next.
“Fucking shit, Haven,” he growled, his movements growing speedy and frantic as he undressed himself. I looked at him again, not wanting to miss watching him get naked. “Fuck, you are just…” He shook his head and pulled his jeans and boxers off in one go, stepping out of them and stalking towards me. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, his eyes focused on the apex of my thighs.
His cock was thick, hard, and long, and pointing straight at me as he sauntered over to me. I wasted no time pulling my dress over my head and throwing it somewhere in his room.
He stopped in his tracks and stared at me, drinking me in as I lay naked on his bed, propped up on my elbows with my legs spread and my chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.
His cock twitched, and he grabbed it and stroked it once, never breaking eye contact with me as he moved towards me again. “Beautiful,” he said.
Faster than a blink, he hovered over me, the head of his cock notched at my dripping wet entrance. I was glad I hadn’t worn panties because I would have ruined them. I dropped to my back, and his hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them and running his thumbs over my nipples, my back arching to push my small chest into his hands.
The kiss he gave me had me moaning and squirming in anticipation, ready for whatever came next. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted all of my skin touching all of his skin.
His dick pulled away from my entrance, and his mouth swallowed my whine at the loss of his touch, but his hand moved down between us, his fingers playing in my slit. He groaned into my mouth, pleased at what he felt there, his thumb brushing once over my clit before sliding his hand back up my body, over my breasts, and up to my neck.
He put his cock back where it had been. Then he pulled his mouth away from mine, just enough to slip his fingers in and lick my juices off them.
I rolled my hips and moaned his name. “Wesley, please…” I begged, rubbing my pussy lips along his hard length. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
His hand came back to my neck, his thumb pushing my chin up to gain better access to my mouth. He punched his hips forward, sinking himself into my wet heat in one thrust.
I gasped and tried to catch my breath. The intensity of the fullness in my pussy and the pleasure of being joined with him was almost too much to bear. He paused, his breathing shallow too, his kisses switching from deep and passionate to small, sweet pecks as he waited for me to move or give him permission to move.
I rocked my hips against him, a signal to him I was ready for whatever he was about to give me. I wanted this more than I ever had.
“Haven,” he groaned as he pulled almost all the way out of me and then thrust himself back into me. “Oh… fuck, Haven, you feel so—” He groaned again and thrust harder, his eyes squeezing shut tight. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t stop, Wes,” I panted out, my body moving under his as he continued to thrust into me in long, slow, hard strokes, making me feel every inch of him as he took me for the first time.
My hands roamed over his entire body, feeling his muscles tremble and tighten as he fucked me, my eyes marveling at the beads of sweat trailing down his rock-solid abs. He was breathtaking. Beautiful. A fucking Greek god with his carved muscles and strong nose and jaw.
I pulled his face down to mine again, kissing him like my life depended on it. Our bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin as Wesley continued his deep strokes, sending tingles, shivers, and pleasure all over my body.
All of it felt almost too good to be true. I had never felt pleasure like this, never experienced sex this intensely.
He lifted my leg, bending it at the knee and pressing it against my torso, trapping it there with his body so his hand could reach between us. He circled my clit with his finger, always coming just within reach of it but never touching it until I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Wes please!” I cried, raising my hips up and whining needily, my fingers digging into his back as I tried to pull him to me.
I felt and heard him chuckle, the sound vibrating to my soul, and he finally gave me what I wanted, what I needed.
His finger flicked at my clit, then he kept rubbing it in time with our movements, with his long, hard thrusts. My walls tightened, and I felt myself right on that edge, hovering, waiting for my body and my heart to give in to the full pleasure he gave me.
My movements and my noises became erratic and loud, and I cried out, clinging to Wes as my orgasm washed over me, sending ecstasy to every inch of me, stronger and purer than any orgasm I’d had before.
His answering grunts and shallow thrusts, followed by one long, loud groan, told me he’d finished too, his body twitching a few times through the aftershocks before he pulled out and collapsed on top of me, holding his weight off me, but covering me with his warmth.
His hands stroked my hair and face, his eyes holding everything he didn’t say out loud. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, using it to tell him everything my words couldn’t.
We stayed like that for a moment, soaking each other in and holding and caressing each other.
“Are you all right?” Wesley asked, lifting himself so he could see me better. “Did I hurt you?” he added, his thumb rubbing my cheek.
“No, not at all,” I replied, shaking my head. “I feel wonderful. That was perfect,” I told him.
“Are you tired? Or sore? Do you need to sleep?”
I shook my head again, lifting my torso so I could kiss him.
He pulled me up against his body as he sat back on his heels, placing my pussy on his already hard again dick. My eyes widened, surprised that he could be ready to go again.
“Good,” he rumbled out, his hand wrapping around my neck and his thumb stroking it. “Because we’re just getting started.”
I smiled and kissed him, sinking myself down onto his cock so we could start round two.
WESLEY
Waking up a second morning with Haven in my arms was the best feeling in the world. Actually, make that the second-best feeling in the world. Because the first best was the feel of my naked body curled around her naked body, snuggled deep into my comfy mattress together.
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