Page 41 of Full Circle

It was barely louder than a breath, but it made my ears roar. My body was no longer my own, so alive from all the fantasies in my head of what I wanted Wes to do to me. I finally understood why Mama said girls could lose their minds over boys...what girl wouldn’t go crazy over him?

I nodded frantically and pulled my shirt over my head in one swoop. For a split second I worried that my boobs were too small and disappointing, or that my simple white bra from Madden Markets wouldn’t be sexy enough, but as soon as Wesley’s eyes landed on my chest, all my insecurities vanished. His pupils were practically blown out as he gazed in wonder at my newly budded breasts.

“Is this okay?” he inquired in a reverent tone as his hand cupped the outside of my bra.

It wasn’t enough. I needed more. The heaviness of his hand on the outside would never satisfy the raw ache building in my core. Leaning up to kiss him again, I guided his hand inside my bra to feel my erect nipple. He moaned into my mouth, using his long fingers to caress and then pinch my pebbled point.

“Okay, this has to come off!” Wesley pulled the straps off my shoulders, which made me giggle. The boy didn’t have a clue how bras worked. I sat up and twisted my arm around to unhook the clasps, letting the bra slide off.

If Wesley looked enraptured at the sight of the bra, he looked damn near mesmerized at the sight of my breasts without it. I could almost see him salivating like the Big Bad Wolf. He pounced on me, kissing me so hard that I fell back onto the bed, both of his hands lacing his fingers through mine as he pinned them above my head. Shifting forward so he was straddling me, he trailed the kisses down my neck and onto my chest. Without warning, I felt his warm tongue twist around my nipple. He opened his mouth enough to suck my entire breast into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop! and repeating the actions on the other breast.

There was so much wetness gathered between my legs that it should have stained through my jeans. Every part of me felt like it was being traced with a livewire, the electricity jolting with his touch. My hips instinctually rose up, seeking some sort of friction for the feeling building between my legs. His lips on my skin were enough to make me pant and writhe, yet I wanted more.

Wesley peppered his kisses back up to my mouth, letting go of my hands so he could lay down on his side and pull me tight against his chest. I loved the way it felt for my sore nipples to press against his muscles, though I wished he didn’t have a shirt on to block the sensation of his skin on mine. He nuzzled his nose against me, letting the kisses grow softer.

“Do you know anything about sex?” he asked me gently.

I frowned. We were nowhere near having sex in this moment, although if it would do something about the sensation growing down there, I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to it.

“This isn’t sex, Wes,” I reminded him.

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “I know that, Lovebug, but do you know why people have sex?”

My eyebrow arched. His line of questioning didn’t make any sense. “Because they love each other?”

Wesley smiled. “When we have sex, it will always be because we love each other.”

The certainty in his voice made my heart soar. Like there was never going to be a possibility of us not being intimate, it was just a fact of life.

“But you know what an orgasm is?” he continued.

Oh.

“I know people have them when they have sex,” I admitted, blushing profusely to be discussing something so personal with Wesley. It was beyond embarrassing. “And according to all of Maggie’s magazines, women don’t have them as often as men do.”

That definitely piqued his interest. “Oh, really?” he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Too uncomfortable to reply, I merely nodded.

Wesley unleashed his full megawatt smile on me, the brilliance of it causing my stomach to bottom out and my knees to quiver. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured against my mouth before planting his lips on mine once more.

His fingers started trailing their way down my stomach, firmly, as though he wanted to memorize the way every inch of skin felt beneath his touch. When he got to the waistband of my jeans, there was no hesitation. His hand continued the descent under my panties and I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs. Wesley was going to touch me there.

Mama’s words from so long ago echoed in the back of my mind. “Your body is rare and delicate,” she had told me. “Someday people will want your body. It’s important to wait for the person who wants all of you.”

Well, Mama, mission accomplished.

I kissed Wesley harder, my tongue roving into his mouth on a breathy exhale as his long fingers parted my pussy. Spreading my knees wider to give him more access, I panted a desperate, “Yes,” against his lips, making him smile. His pupils were blown out with desire and happiness…and love. So much love.

“I want to have all your firsts,” he declared as he sank one digit inside me up to the knuckle. My pussy walls contracted, from the intrusion or the rush of emotions at his words, I had no idea. “Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first love,” he continued. “And someday, as soon as we’re old enough, the first dance at our wedding. Our first baby. All of it. I get them all.”

He began a rhythmic circular motion with his finger that felt divine in time to his words. A future with Wesley sounded like heaven. And the fact that he already knew he wanted that kind of future with me—one that included things like marriage and babies—made my heart soar. I knew we were too young, that it was foolish to fantasize about something so far off. But Wesley had a way of making everything seem possible.

His finger pressed further inside me and a second finger joined the first, bringing my thoughts back to the heat of the moment. The wet sounds coming from my pants mortified me on a certain level, but I was too far gone with love and lust to care. Besides, Wesley didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“You can have all my firsts,” I promised him, pulling his mouth back to mine for another kiss. He increased the tempo, the palm of his hand pressing down on my clit and creating a delightful friction to ease the ache rising from my core. Pressure was building and building until suddenly, his hand slid out one last time and I felt a release so strong I cried out. It was an out of body experience; a subconscious part of me could see the ecstasy on my face as Wesley crooned, “That’s it, Celeste! I love you so much!”

I was floating and never wanted to come back down. My body would never be my own again. From here on out, it could only belong to him. Wesley, who wanted me in every way, just like Mama said.

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