I lean away from him. Unhurriedly, I slide the smooth, soft, satin straps of my bra over my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it somewhere behind us. The want and need that had taken over his eyes only seconds ago is replaced by desire and passion. My hands reach up and cup his strong jaw in the palms of my hands. I tilt his head up so that he can look at me. “You’ve already made me yours, but now I’m about to make you mine,” I whisper as I entwine my fingers in his hair and close the distance between us.
Our tongues collide. They twist and lap against each other, filling each other’s mouths as if we are trying to commit each other’s taste to memory. Our breaths come out harsh and fast. His hands cover my full, achy breasts as he squeezes and kneads them. He rolls the tips of my nipples between his calloused fingers while I rock my hips against his. As his mouth breaks away from mine, he nibbles and sucks his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and finally sucks one of my puckered nipples into his mouth. A wild fire shoots through my veins making me blind with lust. My head tosses back, and I pull him closer as a loud moan escapes me. “Fuck, Wes,” I breathe out.
“You like that?” The vibrations of his words against my nipple send me into a frenzy.
My body hums with pleasure. “Uh-huh.”
“What about when I do this?” His teeth bite down on the tip of my nipple with just enough pressure to send a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh… my… Wes… I need you,” I reply as I grind against him harder, trying to get as close to him as our jeans will allow.
My nipple releases with a pop as he grabs my hips and slides me off his lap. He lifts his hand to my chest, and slowly pushes backwards until my skin meets the cool leather of the seat. Wes lifts my feet and places them on his knees to take off my boots. As I lay here, the top of my body completely exposed, I suddenly feel vulnerable as I stare into Wes’ eyes so full of adoration. He lightly pinches my puckered buds just as he skims his fingers down my stomach to the tops of my pants, leaving a quake of destruction in his path. At this moment, I know, no matter where life takes me, no one will ever compare to Wes.
“I want you to play with these while I take these off.” My eyes widen in a moment of shock. Like I’ve said before, I’m no virgin, but I’m not that experienced either. I’ve only been with one other person. He must recognize my expression because his whole demeanor changes. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I want you to feel comfortable with this, with us. I never want you to feel like we are a mistake.”
“I don’t feel like we or this is a mistake. I just don’t think I’m ready for anything like that. I’ve never done anything like touch myself before,” I reply, that last part a whisper as I send up a silent prayer that he didn’t hear me. My cheeks flame with embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Babe. Let me teach you things. Things that we can do together. Things that you’ll come to love. I can show you things beyond your wildest dreams.” Tenderly, his thumb swipes my throbbing clit through my jeans. Too soon, he stops his ministrations and begins to unbutton my jeans. My eyes roll in the back of my head when his fingers graze me from hip to ankle as he frees my legs from my wet jeans. I force my eyes open only to meet Wes’ cerulean ones. I stare back at him as I push up on my feet; my hips lift as he gradually edges my black lace panties off. We don’t need to speak. We both know what we want, what we are doing.
Wes lifts my feet off his legs and places them on the cool metal footrests beneath us. He stands and produces a silver foil packet from his pocket. I smile up at him as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. I watch his exquisite stomach muscles contract against the movement as he pulls it over his head. I lean in and grab a hold of his hips. With a featherlike touch, I trace the contours of his abs with the tip of my tongue as I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Someone’s missed me, too,” he groans out.
I pull back from his chest and watch as his fingers make quick work of his button and zipper. Instead of discarding his jeans and boxer briefs, he pulls them down right below his taut, muscular ass, and his generously, long erection springs free. My hands grasp his velvety thickness as I begin to stroke him. Wes rips open the condom packet. I place my hand on his and peer up at him. “Can I?”
He nods and hands the condom to me. My hand wraps around him tighter. His cock throbs, and the veins begin to swell under the silky skin. His hips thrust forward as I continue to work him. With his eyes trained on mine, he reaches out and grazes the backs of his knuckles along my jaw, and hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, Kenleigh. Shit.”