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Serenity Falls(40)



“No,” I whisper as I look away from his penetrating stare. He grasps my chin with his thumb and forefinger, and turns my face back to his. When our gazes meet, he leans in and mumbles against my lips, “Well, then, I’m a damn fool for not telling you. Because you are so fucking beautiful, and for as long as you’ll let me, I’ll tell you and show you every day so you never forget.”

My breath catches, and I’m left speechless with the intensity behind his words. With his lips firmly pressed to mine, I melt under his touch as he guides me onto my back. My head makes contact with the soft pillows behind me. I reach down, grasp the hem of his of brown T-shirt, and with his help, guide it over his head. Tattoos that I didn’t know he had, stare back at me. Tribal art runs along his ribs and up onto his broad muscular chest. “I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

“That’s because I don’t really show them off. My family hates tattoos, but as long as I keep them hidden, they don’t say anything.”

“Well, I think they make you look fucking sexy as hell.”

A deep growl rumbles up from the back of his throat when I graze the tips of my fingers across his ink.

“Kenleigh, Baby, I don’t know how much more I can take if you keep doing that,” he replies through clenched teeth.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for telling me you think I’m sexy. I like knowing that you find me attractive.”

With nothing left to say, I pull Wes on top of me. He falls into the gap between my legs where he fits comfortably. I’m the first one to initiate the kiss as I guide his mouth to mine. Just as my lips cover his, his tongue sweeps in and fills my mouth. Our tongues lap and twist against each other in synchronized motions. Soft moans fill the air as we work ourselves into a frenzied pace. My hands sweep down his body, feeling the movement of every flex and curve of his finely shaped physique. My fingers tremble with anticipation as I reach for the button of his jeans. After two failed attempts, I finally manage to pop the button. When I release the zipper, he helps me push his pants over his nicely toned ass and legs. Not wanting to waste any more time, I try to push down his boxer briefs, but he stops me. “Why are you stopping me?” I ask, frustration evident in my tone.

“Not yet. This is a moment I definitely want to remember,” he says. “Let me make this about you. I want to take care of you. It’s time for me to show you how beautiful I think you are,” he whispers as he lays a gentle kiss against my ear. Wes kisses, nips, and sucks his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my chest. I watch with barely open eyes as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth.

My back arches off the bed of the truck, my head drops back, and my eyes screw tightly shut. I writhe beneath him like a wanton woman. Groans escape me from the intense pleasure of his mouth taking equal turns sucking on my puckered nipples. The tips of his fingers glide against my body, leaving a trail of fire as they skim across my skin. Every breath leaves my lungs when I feel him pull my panties to the side, and his finger makes contact with my wet, aching core. My hands fly to his shoulders; my fingers dig into the hard muscles as he slowly inserts one finger in me. He pumps his finger, not once, but twice. A slow tingle begins to form from the intense pleasure wreaking havoc on my body. I feel it shoot up from my toes, up from the tips of my fingers as it reaches my center. Warmth rushes through me like a raging river as he inserts a second finger. Deep-rooted need bursts through me like a flood when his fingers brush against my G-spot. My head shakes from side to side, my toes start to curl, and my now numb fingertips dig deeper into his broad, muscular shoulders as I murmur incoherent words. “Oh… Wes… I’m gonna… Fuck!” I moan as my climax surges through my body at impeccable speeds.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles against my jaw. “Who are you wet for?” The rhythm of his fingers slows as I gently float back down from pure bliss.

His husky voice washes over me, making my body twitch with desire. “I asked who you are wet for.”

“You,” I breathe out. The way he talks and touches me has my body on high alert. I would do just about anything he says at this moment to keep this feeling. The one and only time I ever had sex was quick and almost robotic. I know I shouldn’t compare, but Jarred didn’t have a clue as to what he was doing. Not like Wes anyway. He really seems to know how to set me on fire.

With my body lost in the sensations and unbidden lust, I barely feel my panties slip down over my thighs, over my knees, and the rest of the way down before they slide off all the way. The telltale sound of foil ripping pulls me out of my desire-filled fog momentarily. Slowly, my eyes slide open. I’m caged in between Wes’ arms as he hovers above me. His blue eyes fixed on mine. The amber colored sunset highlights his sweat glistened body. Without any words spoken, my fingers graze his skin as I trail feather light patterns down his chest, over his ribs, and down the insanely hot V until I finally reach my destination. “Are you sure?” he whispers.