Page 165 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“I’ve got you, Haven,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my thigh.

He played with my lower lips and my clit as he sank back to his heels. His other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap until I hovered over his dick.

He lined the head of his cock up with my entrance and gripped my waist in his hands, holding me so I couldn’t sink myself down onto him. My pussy clenched in desperation to be filled by him. He leaned forward and blew on my nipples. The cool air from his mouth made them harden into stiff points, and he growled as he watched them tighten.

“Are you ready, Haven?” he asked, his voice deep and thick with desire and passion.

My hands rested on his shoulders, and I nodded and clutched at him, squirming against his hold on me. He lifted his hips so the tip of his dick slipped between my lower lips, but just as soon as he was in, he slipped back out, making me whine at the loss of his touch.

“I asked you if you are ready,” he said, his voice even deeper. He continued his shallow thrusts, inserting just the tip into me each time before removing it, ramping up my need for him. “Are you ready for my dick?”

“Yes! Please, Wesley, I want you inside me,” I begged, fighting against his restrictive hands on my waist.

He smiled, and his grip relaxed, letting me slide onto his thick, hard cock.

A strangled cry left my body as he entered me, both from the fullness of having him inside me again, and from the heightened pleasure I assumed was due, at least in part, to the mate bond. Wes slid his hands up my back and down again, his groan of pleasure echoing my cry.

His eyes closed, and his head tilted back as he waited for me to move again. He pulled me against him so there was no space between our upper bodies.

My mouth found his as I began to move, lifting myself up and sliding back down his impressive length. Our lips tangled together, and we held each other tight, as tight as we could, as if we thought the other would disappear if we were to let go.

He tore his lips from mine and inhaled sharply, then began kissing along my jaw and down my neck. His face turned towards the wall of mirrors.

“Look at yourself, Sugar Plum,” he coaxed me, his hand moving to my neck and his thumb pushing my chin so I could do what he said. “Look at how beautiful you are with me inside you.”

“Wes,” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut and my cheeks heating.

“Eyes open, Haven,” he ordered, squeezing my neck a little and, try as I might to stop it, my body couldn’t help but follow his commands. “I want you to see how well your pussy takes my dick. I want you to watch yourself fall apart.”

I swallowed but kept my eyes open as he kissed my neck again, his thumb rubbing my jaw and his other hand cupping my breast. I let my gaze travel over our bodies in the reflection, both watching and feeling as I rose and fell on his penis, watching and feeling him disappear inside me when I sank down onto him.

My chest was rosy from my building orgasm, and Wesley’s ragged breathing told me he was close, too. I took Wes’s hand from my breast and moved it down between us, guiding him to my aching clit, which he touched without hesitation.

“That’s it,” he murmured, grabbing my hair again and tugging. “Take whatever you need.”

It wasn’t long before I reached my orgasm, my body moving faster against his and my pleasure radiating from my center all the way out to my fingers and toes. I cried out again, and Wesley’s shout of pleasure followed mine as he squeezed me to him, his body tensed up with his own orgasm.

Our movements slowed, and I collapsed against him, catching my breath as he rubbed soothing circles into my back and kissed my neck and my shoulder. The added intensity from the bond and the erotic sight of us in the mirror made it so neither of us lasted very long, but I didn’t mind. We needed the moment of reconnection, of passion, after everything we’d gone through and our time apart.

“I love you, Haven,” Wesley said against my skin.

And I smiled to myself because through the bond, I could feel that every word he said was true.

CHAPTER 55

HAVEN

As we basked in the afterglow of our make-up sex, Wesley continued to caress my bare skin and kiss my shoulder, neck, and chest, all while murmuring sweet nothings to me. His lips traveled over my skin in a lazy trail, leaving behind little tingles and sparks wherever they went.

As he did this, he slowly and gently removed his softening penis from me, then settled me back on his lap while he adjusted his position on the floor. I couldn’t imagine it was very comfortable to sit on, but I was too caught up in my post-coital haze to mention it to him. I knew he would move us somewhere else if he really wanted to.

“I really am sorry,” he said, lifting his head to look at me. His fingers played with the ends of my curls, twirling and untwirling them.

“I know,” I reassured him. “I’m sorry too.”

He pursed his lips together and looked down. “But I shouldn’t have ignored you. After everything—everything you’ve been through, everything you told me—I should have known how not contacting you at all would make you feel. I should have remembered.”

I sighed and shut my eyes for a moment. He was right, but he had already apologized. And I didn’t want to play the blame game or rehash everything that had happened, everything we’d already discussed and apologized for.

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