Page 48 of Unleash You

Now that the nerves of doing it for the first time had subsided, I could really appreciate how freaking hot he was. I had no idea where to start, so I followed his lead and let my hands roam his gorgeous body. My fingers brushed the soft hair on his chest and rock-hard abs. He hissed when my thumb landed below his navel.

He gripped my wrist. “Anabelle, my self-control only goes so far. I think you should rest.”

“You got all naked to tuck me in?”

“No, but…” He glanced down at his hand, tainted a dark red. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine.” I was more than fine. I was alive. Though I’d hoped I would be one of those girls who didn’t bleed their first time. How could I convince him that I wasn’t in pain? On the contrary, I was very much turned on. So much that I couldn’t stop the images playing in my head. I wanted Wesley inside me now. If his fingers could make me see stars, what would his cock do to me? A wave of desire shot through me and settled at my core, right on the spot where his deft fingers had worked their magic.

“Hey.” He tilted my chin up to make me look away from his crotch and up into his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. We can try in the morning.”

“I’ll be dead from unfulfilled desire by then.”

He chuckled. “If I haven’t died from it, I think you can survive a few more hours.”

“No. I want you now.” I stepped toward him and cupped him. He was tight, and omigod, so steel hard. For me. I stroked his shaft, reveling in the length of him and the quiet growl he made every time I pumped from base to head.

“Fuck, Anabelle.” He thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I pressed my whole body to his. My aching nipples begged for his touch again. “Wes, please.”

“Get on the bed.” He pulled away from me.

Suddenly, I felt exposed and cold. “Where are you going?”

He picked up his jacket and fished out a packet. My whole body turned red with embarrassment. At least one of us was still thinking straight. Biting into the wrapper, he pulled and ripped it apart. His gaze never left mine as he put on a condom. “I never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”

I fell back on the mattress with my legs squeezed together. If I had to wait another minute for him, I was sure I’d combust. “Wesley.”

“I’m right here.” He slid his hands up my thighs and spread them apart. “Stay like that.”

Oddly enough, Wesley ordering me around in the bedroom didn’t bother me at all. He placed his knee on the bed and lay over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head. Our bodies fit perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle. His erection rubbed against me with the promise of one more first for me. I had no idea why I wanted this so much, why my entire body reacted to his molten skin, why he felt like home.

“Tell me if I need to stop.” He lifted his upper body, knees wide apart as he entered me. The tip at first and then the rest of him in a languid and branding thrust.

I gasped in surprise. He was big—I knew that—but my brain had not made the connection on what that meant for me. His fingers and his huge cock were two different things. He held still, his hazel eyes surveying my face. His beautiful features relaxed when I smiled and rolled my hips to meet his.

“Breathe.” He bent down to bite my lower lip with the slightest movement of in and out. “Your sweet pussy feels so good.”

I wrapped my hands around his neck, tunneling my fingers through his damp hair. The same spark from earlier flickered deep inside me. I didn’t think I’d be able to come again, but the intense look in his eyes told me I hadn’t gotten a real taste of him yet. “I’m okay, Wes. Don’t hold back. I trust you.”

In the same beat, he gripped both my wrists and placed them over my head as he pumped into me. He filled me completely, taking me hard and fast. I lay still, letting him take control, afraid I’d lose the orgasm tottering deep inside me.

“I could spend the rest of my life like this, inside you, so hot and so wet.” He whispered over my lips. With a searing kiss, he pressed his thighs against mine and made my legs spread wider.

Moaning, I arched my back as the rest of me writhed in the wave of pleasure he instilled with every pass. “I think I’m going to come again.”

“I know.” He sucked on my nipple.

His words and his hot mouth sent me over the edge. An orgasm exploded at my core and washed over me like a warm breeze, once and then again. When he tensed on top of me, I pulled my hand free to cup his cheek and make him look at me. I wanted to see him come. A couple of deliberate pumps was all it took for him to find his release. His eyes softened as he rode the last wave of sensation. He laughed, a soft sound that made me tremble under him.

“What’s so funny?” I fisted his hair.

“You like being under my control.”

He said it so matter-of-factly. When I considered all the things that I let him do since we stumbled into my bedroom, and how my body reacted to his touch, I had to admit he was right. “We play by different rules in here.”

“I’m sure I can make you come outside of your bedroom too.” He nuzzled my neck. The second I conceded and melted a little, he stopped. “But not tonight. As much as I would like to make love to you all night, you really do need to rest.”

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