Page 85 of Westin

WESTIN

She doesn’t safeword me, not even when she goes limp in my arms. Her cries turn to moans as she hits her breaking point. Her tears taste like defeat.

The good kind, the sweet kind.

This isn’t about our bodies. No, this is about the barrier she keeps up between us. Maybe it’s about the barrier I keep up too. Her heart is so soft, her mind so beautiful, but she protects it behind a wall. I know all about building walls, and I know how hard they are to break down.

Touching her body isn’t enough. I need to touch her heart.

I want her to touch mine too.

My hips stutter, and I realize I can’t hold back. Her eyes are rolling, but she won’t safeword me. She’s so fucking stubborn, she’s going to force me into making that choice.

If she was mine, I’d push her all night. But I can’t leave marks.

So, I thrust deep and come, filling her up for the second time tonight. What’s done is done. She gives a soft moan and sinks onto her belly. My body eases over hers, still hungry for her bare skin against mine.

She whimpers. I brush her hair back and kiss her temple.

“Are you hungry, darling?” I whisper.

“Yes, sir.” Her lips barely move.

I ease my cock from her pussy, and she lets out a groan when I slip the plug from her ass. I lift her, draping her arm around my neck, and carry her to the bathroom just down the hall. It’s spacious with a large tub, big enough for both of us. I turn on the water and set her on the sink.

She lifts her eyes to mine.

“That was….”

I brush her hair back and pull it free from the braid. “You were perfect,” I tell her.

She bites her lip. “I was loud,” she whispers.

“Of course you were,” I say. “You were getting put through my mattress. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”

She smiles weakly. I tilt her chin up and kiss her mouth. When I pull back, she looks a little more grounded.

“Go use the toilet,” I say. “Do you need me to lift you?”

She shakes her head hard. “Can you leave?”

“You want me to leave so you can pee?” I ask, unable to keep from smiling.

She nods. I shake my head.

“No. Get used to me never leaving you alone,” I say.

She blushes, but she goes to do as she’s told. I wash my face with cold water, mostly so she doesn’t feel like she’s in my spotlight. The toilet flushes, and she’s pushing me out of the way so she can wash her hands. I grip her waist and nuzzle my nose against her neck.

She smells like my wife.

I help her into the tub so I can wash her hair. It’s soft like silk in my fingers. She moans as I work shampoo into her scalp. This is less about her needing to be clean and more about giving her physical closeness while she unwinds.

She eases into my body as I run warm water through her hair to clear the suds. When I’m done, I turn her around and pull her into my lap to rub her hair dry.

“How do you feel?” I ask.

She nods. “Really good. There’s this…never mind.”

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