Page 63 of Full Circle

In the muted light filtering through the covers, Wesley looked more angelic than I could ever recall. His shaggy hair swept down across his forehead, curling every which way, and it was all I could do not to brush it aside so that I could drink him in. Lips slightly parted, he let out a contented sigh and gripped me tighter. Even in sleep he couldn’t bear to let me go.

The limited space between us made me very aware of the rigid morning wood he sported. As delicately as I could, I allowed one finger to trace along the side of his shaft, once again in awe of how thick and hard he became.

Suddenly, all I wanted was to forget everything. Let the world fade away until the only things that existed were our two bodies and how they joined together perfectly. Every time he brought me to release before, I had lost myself and I craved that oblivion like a crackhead craves his next fix. The numbness still filled my chest, making me brazen and desperate, and I let my hand firmly grasp Wesley’s shaft and move. Pressing my boobs further into his body, I began sucking on his neck in the way I remembered got the biggest reaction before.

“Whoa, hey!” Wesley’s hands cupped my shoulders and forced me back to look at him. He was trying to fight his arousal, judging by how far dilated his blue eyes had become, and while the rational part of my brain knew I should stop, I just couldn’t. I needed to feel something. It didn’t matter what it was as long as I remembered that I was alive and gave me a brief reprieve from the darkness.

“Please, Wes,” I whimpered. “Please, I need this. I need you.” My hand resumed its ministrations on his dick.

He tipped his head back and groaned. “Celeste, that feels so good. I don’t wanna stop you, but I don’t want you to hate me later.”

I scoffed. There wasn’t anything he could do that would make me hate him. Hate was too strong of an emotion for me to handle right now.

“Please,” I begged, my voice pleading and frantic. It must have worked because he let out a frustrated growl and shoved me on my back, kissing me harder than he ever had before. I reveled in the pain, thrusting my hips up to meet his, mewling like a cat in heat. Within seconds Wesley kissed his way down my chest, across my collar bone, and then onto my harden nipple. Our hands were clasped, pushed above my head, and I squeezed to the point of pain when he used his teeth to nip at the sensitive flesh around my nipples. My entire body felt tingly, ready to combust with the fire burning through my core.

Wesley laved his tongue further down. He swirled playfully around my belly button and I felt his smile against my abdomen when I cried out in protest. I parted my legs even more, my hips rising to meet his tongue. My hands were finally free as he wrapped his arms around my thighs to draw my pussy closer to his mouth. Quick flicks of his tongue drove me to madness, although it could have been the triumph at being right. Now that Wesley’s mouth tasted every inch of my flesh, I was more alive and aware than I had ever been before.

The orgasm was right on the cusp and I was anxious to fall over the edge. Leaning forward, I tugged on his hair to bring his mouth back to mine, my tongue warring with his in a desperation taking permanent root inside me. As Wesley adjusted his legs to prevent all his weight from resting on me, the head of his cock slipped inside my slick folds.

Both of our eyes shot open at the intrusion; it was the first time his cock touched me there. Alarm bells were going off in the back of my mind, but I was too determined to chase any feeling at this point to consider what they meant.

“Do it,” I breathed. “I want you to.”

Wesley’s eyes were so far blown there was no blue left. A tick in his jaw indicated how much effort he was using to try and restrain himself. “Celeste, I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan this.”

I shook my head. I didn’t care. Excuses had no effect on me at the moment. The high I chased was dissipating like smoke with every second he stalled.

“Just do it. I want you so much, Wes. We love each other, right?”

After a long moment Wesley offered me a soft smile. “Yeah, we do. I’ll pull out, okay? As long as you’re sure you want this.”

It wasn’t really a matter of wanting to have sex as much as it was the knowledge that it was going to happen, and I knew deep down I was always meant to lose my virginity to Wesley Madden. I had loved him for so long. Life had forever changed when he came into the picture. Our souls recognized their other halves.

“Yes, Wesley,” I breathed. “I want this.”

My favorite megawatt smile burst across his face. It was more dazzling than the sun and had the power to burn me deeper than the light ever could. He kissed me deeply, his fingers seeking my clit and circling the swollen bud. My pussy was so wet that I could feel it dripping down my thigh.

Bracing himself on one arm, Wesley guided his cock to my entrance. Physics didn’t seem to be on my side because there was no way something that size could fit inside me. All of the girls in the school bathrooms made it sound like losing your virginity hurt, so I inhaled sharply, preparing for the sting.

The crown of Wesley’s shaft pushed inside and we both gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it didn’t bring all kinds of pleasure like Maggie’s stupid magazines made us believe. My muscles clenched around him, trying to dispel the intrusion.

“I’m gonna try to go a little further in, lovebug,” Wes whispered. “You’re doing so well.”

“I love you,” I replied softly, which made him smile.

A few more inches made their way inside. “I love you, too.”

Okay, now it hurt. I turned my head away rather than let him see me grimace, knowing he would insist on stopping rather than hurting me. Pain meant I was alive. Pain was good.

Gently, Wes’ hips began to rock forward, easing out before pressing forward. Each thrust went a little farther, stretching me more and more, the pain sharp, but growing more tolerable. It took several tries before he was finally fully sheathed inside me. We both laid together, awestruck at what we were experiencing together. And as I looked up at him, the boy who had been my saving grace time and time again, I knew I would never forget this moment. All the feelings I longed for came rushing back and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Oh my god, am I hurting you?” Wesley asked in a panic.

“No!” I could have swallowed sandpaper with how gritty my voice sounded. “I just can’t believe this is happening!”

In typical Wes fashion, he pulled me closer and lightly peppered my face with kisses as he continued to thrust in and out of me. With each kiss he murmured some term of endearment, telling me how beautiful I was, how special I made him feel, how lucky he was to love me. It was the sweetest, most poignant experience of my life. His fingers returned to my clit as his thrusts grew bolder and he grew more confident in his movements. Out of nowhere, an orgasm ripped through me, curling my toes and rolling my eyes back into my head.

“Fuck, Celeste, you’re so goddamn gorgeous when you cum!” Wesley panted. His hips were plunging so hard into mine that I knew they would bruise. I welcomed the reminder that I was alive enough to feel something as powerful as love, so I gripped his backside and pulled it tighter against me.

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