Page 53 of Full Circle

Tears sprung to my eyes and I took in a shaky breath. He held up the locket, waiting for permission to put it on. I nodded through my tears, feeling equal measure of love, grief, and comfort when the necklace hit my chest.

“I’ll never take it off,” I vowed. “I love you.”

Wesley’s eyes darkened, the blue akin to the thunderclouds that rolled in on a River’s Run summer afternoon. “I’m gonna go for a swim,” he finally whispered after a long minute.

He took a couple steps back, pulling the t-shirt over his head and dropping it on the ground. His eyes never left mine as he slowly unbuckled his belt, then pulled down the zipper to his jeans inch by inch. My skin grew hot, the prospect of seeing his glorious body igniting something deep in my core. The soft lights were just enough to highlight the outline of his six pack, his biceps flexing as he let his bottoms fall off. Removing his shoes was far less graceful, but I was far too distracted by the sight of his hard cock to care.

A shiver of longing ran down my spine, uncertain of how to proceed, but eager to enjoy the moment.

Wesley smirked as though sensing my inner conflict (which he probably was) and broke eye contact so that he could dive into the deep end of the pool. When he broke through the surface again, sending candles and rose petals flying, he whipped his head backwards, slicking his long blonde waves back. I loved his shaggy, scruffy halo, but seeing his hair pulled away from his face, his steep cheekbones in full focus of the candlelight made me clench my thighs together.

“Just live in this moment, Lovebug,” he called softly. “Even if it’s just for tonight, let’s just forget everything else.”

Just tonight, I repeated to myself. Just let go, Celeste.

Blocking everything else out felt foreign to me. My heart was pounding damn near through my chest as I grabbed the hem of my tank top with both hands and pulled it over my head. Unclasping my bra gave me more courage because the way Wesley’s eyes dilated had my blood heating. There was no way I could be sexy taking off my shorts and sneakers, but Wesley’s attention never wavered.

It took tremendous effort on my part not to cover up under the intensity of his gaze. I was completely bared to him, which had happened before all those months ago, but I never felt as exposed then as I did right now. I had to force a deep exhale of pent of up emotion, ignoring him to carefully descend the stairs into the pool, gently brushing petals away as I moved. We met in the middle, the water just high enough to cover my breasts.

Wesley dragged a featherlight trail down my sides with his fingers, making my skin tingle, as he bridged the gap between us. His dick was erect and rock solid as it pressed into my abdomen. It was the lust in his gaze, however, that caused my core to throb with need. His eyes never left my face, a mixture of awe, desire, and love. Always love.

“Thank you for today,” I said, aware of how low and seductive my voice sounded. “You made it so special.”

A smug grin escaped him and he pulled me tighter against his body. “Can I make you feel special, too?” he murmured against my forehead after placing a gentle kiss against my hairline.

Too aroused to respond properly, I nodded.

He wasted no time in gripping my thighs just under my cheeks, yanking them up to wrap around his waist. The steel ridge of his cock rubbed against my clit to create the most delicious sensation and I was too far gone to wonder if this counted as losing my virginity. It hardly mattered anyway because Wesley Madden could have me, body, mind, and soul.

In the blink of an eye, his lips met mine and I lost the ability to do anything other than move my mouth against his. My hips thrust into him on their own accord, my drenched pussy all but desperate for some kind of friction in the place I craved it most. He set me down on the edge of the pool so that my pussy was at his eye level.

It was the first time he had ever looked properly upon my lower lips, and rather than feeling embarrassed or ashamed as I always assumed I would, the smoldering need lining his face made me bolder than I thought possible. Without pause, I spread my legs wider, leaning back on my arms so he could see everything. I refused to hide myself from Wesley. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in my mind that he loved every inch of me.

A moan tore from the back of his throat and Wesley roughly kissed the inside of my thigh near my left knee. “Celeste, I’m going to taste you now,” he declared, his voice full of gravel and hunger. “I’m going to make you feel as special as you make me.”

There was no chance for me to respond before his lips found my clit and I transcended into heaven. His tongue, warm and flat, swiped up the entire length of my flesh and Wesley let out another moan. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured. Using his tongue to flick my clit, two of his fingers pushed inside me, matching the tempo of his tongue as he worked my clit. It was the best thing to ever happen to me, lighting me up from the inside until I knew I must have been glowing. If this is what happened behind closed doors, why did anybody ever leave?

There was a pressure building in my lower abdomen, gaining momentum as his tongue moved faster, adding a third finger that made my muscles quake. I writhed beneath him, torn between never wanting it to end and wanting to implode.

Instinct had full control over my decisions and I found myself pushing his head closer to my pussy. Wesley growled in response and the vibrations from his lips against my clit sent me over the edge. I was spiraling as my toes crinkled and my body stiffened in shock. The orgasm was much stronger than the last time; either my body had grown used to the sensation or Wesley had been practicing somehow.

Knowing Wesley, it was probably the latter. I wouldn’t put it past him to take some sort of class or talk to an “expert” on how to properly make me cum.

Wesley lapped at my release like a dog, panting and all. “You taste so sweet,” he groaned, gripping my thighs tightly. “Pretty sure I want to die with my face buried between your legs.”

I giggled at the absurd thought before reality came crashing back down. My daddy was dying, and he would not be happy with me for spreading my legs so my boyfriend could eat me out. Even Wesley wasn’t that much of a smooth talker.

“Nope, don’t do it!” Wesley suddenly commanded, his voice sterned. He stood up taller, one arm gripping me at the waist to pull me upright. “Don’t you dare let your mind wander back to the bad stuff. I told you, tonight is just about us.”

I sighed. He made it sound so easy when it was anything but. “I don’t do it on purpose, Wesley,” I reminded him. “My brain just can’t shut everything out like that.”

He sighed, too, the romantic moment gone. “I know that. I just wanted to give you a break from your own head for once.”

Ugh, he was seriously too sweet for me. Wesley was always going on about how I was the kinder of the two of us, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. When Wesley loved, he did so with his whole heart. There simply wasn’t any gray space for him—everything was a matter of absolutes.

“Let’s go to bed,” he offered.

I stood up and grabbed a towel from the basket against the wall to wrap around myself. As Wesley hauled himself out of the water, droplets shimmering between his muscles in all their yummy glory, my eyes zeroed in on his still erect cock bobbing between his legs.

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