Page 53 of Salvation

My mouth waters at the sight. I saw him in the bathroom the night he took care of me, but I didn’t allow myself to take it all in the way I am now. His chest is toned and narrows down to a taut waist. His broad shoulders and tattoos are on full display. Water and moonlight glistens on his tan skin.

“You imagining me naked, Blake?” He’s smug as he catches my roaming eyes.

“Yes.” I breathe.

No point in lying. I’d be an idiot for saying anything else. I’m practically drooling at the sight of him. I turn back around; his stare too much. It sends a pool of heat straight to my core. I can’t focus. And it doesn’t get any better when I feel him finally push against me. I nearly whimper from the feel of his hard length pressed against my back.

“Tell me I can touch you, Blake.” I lose a shaky breath. My head feels like it’s floating in the air above us.“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks. “I can see it in that pretty pink color youlight up with every time I come around, Blake. You want me just as bad as Ineedyou.”

I need you.God, those words.That voice.

“Please, Wesley.” My moan escapes as a whimper.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he bends his head down to plant a kiss on my neck. “You sound so pretty when you beg, baby.”

His hand snakes around my waist and pulls me taut against his chest. He’s agonizingly slow in his touch. Trailing over the material of my bra, down the middle of my stomach. I moan when he just skims the top of my lacey panties. And then he pushes it farther down to cup me. Only when I’m practically grinding against his hand does he finally move my panties aside and slip a finger in.“Oh, god.” I cry. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, and I could fall apart with just this.

“So fucking wet for me.” He groans. “So desperate.” He pulls out just to pinch my clit, before adding another finger. As one hand continues pumping, his other comes up to grip my chin. He turns it so he’s pressing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. Slipping his tongue in and claiming my mouth as his.

“Tell me.”Pump.“When you were listening to your book earlier, were you thinking about me?”Pump.“Wishing it was me whispering those filthy things into your ear?”Pump.“Doing those filthy things to you?”Pump.I only moan, unable to voice any words, but he yanks his fingers out, choosing to tease my folds instead. He grips my chin tighter. “Answer me, Blake.”

“Y-yes.” I cry out again. “I was thinking about you.”

“That’swhat I thought.”

“Now, squeeze thattight pussy around my fingers, and let me make you cum all over them, yeah?” I nod eagerly, pressing my body further into his. As if I can somehow make his fingers go deeper. Make his body melt into my own. Soon, waves of pleasure are racking my body from both his filthy words and fingers, and I’m doing exactly what he told me to.

Chapter 55

Wesley

As soon as Blake comes down from her high, I’m picking her up, internally beating my chest at the way her legs immediately wrap around me. We’re both soaking wet, but I don’t stop to grab our clothes or find something to dry us off with. I stalk up to her front door. “Elain’s not home, right?”

“No.” She shakes her head, breathless and mindlessly grinding herself against me.

“Good,” I growl, and just as the lock clicks behind us, I push her up against the door, one hand wrapping around the back of her head, and the other reaching down to squeeze her ass. Forcing her plump lips to meet mine again. I pull her away from the hard surface, both of us keeping our lips locked. “Light?” I mumble against her lips, She reaches over and flicks on a nearby switch. We stumble through the house, stopping here and there just to savor each other’s kiss. Then we finally make it to her bedroom.

I’m much softer when I lay her down at the top of the mattress. I’m just as desperate for her as she is for me, but the idea of Blake underneath me, moaning my name and crying out for more, is something Iwantto savor – needto savor. Once I lay her down, I take a moment to step back and just soak her in. The ends of her hair are still wet, falling to frame her breasts that are concealed by the tiny pink set I know she purposely picked out. One that I’ve been dying to rip off her body. Her skin is flushed, nearly the same color as her lingerie, and her brown eyes are wild with arousal. Her nipples are hard and peaked underneath the flimsy material, and water drips down her skin. She’s beautiful.

So heartbreakingly beautiful, and somine.

"You are…” I shake my head, pure disbelief at the sight of this woman splayed out on the bed like my own personal feast. “A fuckingdream, Blake.”

“Then stop standing there gawking and do something about it.” She snaps, all sass. Any trace of shyness she had before is gone.

I smile, but it’s not warm. Not sweet. “Come here.”

She doesn’t move right away, a challenge sparking in her brown eyes. A test to see whowantsit more. She won’t find that I give so easy, not whenI’mthe one who’s always doing the chasing. It makes her feel empowered, thinking she’s the one in control. But she’s not. After a minute of neither of us budging, she goes to stand from the bed, but I shake my head.

“No. Crawl to me, baby.”

She’s practically gaping at my demand. “Show me that you can listen, and maybe I’ll let you wrap your pretty little lips around my cock.”

That has her pivoting so that she’s on all fours at the top of the bed. She’s listening, and it sends a sick thrill through me at the fact she’s sowilling. Sodesperate. My dick throbs at the sight ofher. She doesn’t break eye contact with me as she slowly makes her way down the bed, and I just know she’s as turned on as I am right now. Once she hits the bottom, she leans back to rest her ass on her heels.

“Atta girl.” I grip her chin, trailing my thumb across her bottom lip, swollen from my own. I apply just a little bit more pressure, prompting her to open. She doesn’t hesitate in capturing it in her mouth, sucking and moaning around it like it’s a lollipop she’s never had before.

Fuck.This girl.I reach down, pulling my boxers down until my cock springs free. Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I reach forward, wrapping my fist around her hair, not hard, just enough to elicit a moan from her throat. I bring her closer, running the tip along her lips. Her tongue dips out to lick the bead of precum at my tip, and I tighten my fist around her blonde strands. Gritting my teeth, I say, “Stop playing with it, Blake.” She glares at me but takes me fully into her mouth in one fell swoop. An inaudible sound vibrates around me, and I hum.

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