Dirty Little Secrets(101)
I could feel Wesley’s arms settle around my stomach as he also relaxed and started to settle in to sleep. It felt good, so I didn’t remove them, but instead I let myself drift off to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later, feeling something exciting and unfamiliar happening. My breasts were being stroked, and my nipples were hard and tight, sending delicious ripples up and down my body. At the same time, I could feel something hard and warm pushing into my backside, and with a start, I realized I was feeling Wes’s hard cock. His hands had crept up and were cupping my breasts, and his hips were rocking back and forth, pushing his dick against me. “Oh my God!” I whispered, rolling off the couch. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Wesley blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, before he realized his cock was poking out. “Oh Jesus, Robin, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean . . . ”
“Just shut up,” I hissed, but my eyes were still drawn to his cock in his sweatpants. “In fact, we both need to get to our rooms. This is awkward enough already. Good night, Wesley.”
After going to my room, I couldn’t get the feeling out of my mind of Wesley’s body pressed against me, or his hand stroking my nipples. Before I realized what I was doing, I started to rub myself. And even though it felt dirty, I continued, admitting as I came that Wesley was sexy. I knew I could never let him know what I’d done. It was my little secret.
I felt my dream dissolve as I woke up the next morning, unfamiliarity at first washing over me at the numbing cold on the tip of my nose and the warm cocoon of the sleeping bag wrapped around me. I panicked at first, but then I felt Wesley’s arms still wrapped around me, his right hand still resting on my stomach while his left, which was underneath me in a convenient dip in the cushions I had laid the sleeping bags on top of, curled under my body. My left breast was lying against his elbow, and his breath tickled my neck, right in that area that sent tingles through my body. I shivered again, not in cold but in warm, delicious heat, admitting that I was turned on. My body ached for his touch, and I could feel his bulge pressed against my ass, nestled in between my cheeks.
I knew I should push away, saying nothing. It wasn’t like Wes was groping me or anything. But I couldn’t. Instead, I pushed back into him, letting the soft moan that had been building in me ever since last night loose. Taking the hand that was on my stomach, I lifted it to my breast, squeezing my hand around it and groaning at Wesley’s fingers on my nipple. “Oh Wes,” I sighed, biting my lip.
When Wesley’s fingers tightened on their own, I realized he was awake and froze, not sure what to say. I was a little embarrassed; did Wes want me the same way I wanted him? I squirmed around, turning over until I was looking him in the eyes. “Wes . . . ”
Instead of replying, Wes pulled me closer, his lips caressing mine. We were soon kissing softly, his hands stroking up and down my back, gentle touches that lit up the nerves up and down my entire spine. He pulled me on top of him, sending the cushion fort walls and roof tumbling, both of us laughing as I batted the foam away. My hair tumbled down around my head, dangling down as I sat up, pushing the zipper of the sleeping bag down until I could straddle Wesley’s hips comfortably.
Wesley looked up earnestly, his eyes not twinkling with their normal good humor, but instead, a darker sapphire blue with emotion. I’ve always thought that Wes had cute eyes, but until that moment I never realized just how amazingly beautiful they were. “I can’t deny it anymore. I want to make you mine,” he said.
“Then show me,” I replied, leaning over and kissing him again. The kiss was hotter this time, passionate as Wesley’s hands moved under my silk long underwear to touch my naked skin, each fingertip blazing a hot trail of desire on me. I rubbed his chest, marveling at his chiseled muscles underneath the thin silk fabric. Wesley always had the body of a Greek god, and I could tell that since leaving the Army he hadn’t let his physique suffer in the least. Pulling his shirt up, I thrilled at running my hands all over his firm 6-pack abs and rock-hard pecks. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just said the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”
Wes’s hands came around to cup my breasts, sliding underneath my light sports bra to trail over the sensitive tips of my nipples. I’d never told him, obviously, but my nipples are one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on my body. Crying out, I ground my hips into him as he lightly pinched my nipples, lightning shooting from my breasts to my stomach to meet the wave of pleasure coming from down below. I pulled back, grinning at him as I rolled to the side, kicking my legs and squirming to try and get the long underwear and panties I had on off. It took a few moments, but when the cool air tingled over my trimmed lips, I looked at Wes in anticipation.