Page 65 of In the Stars

My hands glide down his back and grip the bottom of his shirt. I pull it up so I can touch his warm flesh. Wesley groans, grinding his hard cock against mine. “Fuck, your hands feel so good on me. The only touch I can tolerate.”

“Is that good?”

“Better than good.” He frames my face, his brown eyes boring into mine. “Lets me know you’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours since we met.”

Wesley grins down at me before he takes my mouth again in a blazing kiss. My back arches off the bed, and I hold on to him, not wanting to let him go. His kiss is slow, careful, but not like he thinks I’ll break but like he wants to savor every moment.

After years of wanting him, of thinking about him, of missing him, it’s surreal to have him in my arms.

He lowers himself farther until we’re chest to chest, and I can feel his heart thumping in perfect sync with mine.

His hips move in slow circles, adding the perfectamount of friction to my leaking cock. I moan into the kiss, wanting more, wantingeverything.

“Wesley,” I whisper, dragging my nails up and down his back. “More. Please.”

“What do you want, baby? I’ll give you anything.”

“Make love to me.”

One of his hands drifts under me to my ass, squeezing slightly. “You sure? We can take it slow.”

“If we move any slower, a glacier will pass us. I’ve waited for fifteen years to feel you inside me. Please.”

I curse and moan as his soft lips nip and nibble at me. My head is swimming with pleasure, the warm weight of his body almost making me come undone.

He slides his hands between us and unbuttons my pants, thrusting his hand into my briefs and fisting my cock.

“Oh shit,” I groan as he strokes me slowly, twisting on the upstroke. “Wesley. Please.”

“I want to touch you first.”

“Okay,” I say with a nod, pushing up into his hand. “Okay. Please. God, you feel so good.”

“You do too,” he whispers, then kisses me again, taking my breath away.

My head spins as tingles flow through my body. My senses are heightened, and everything feels indescribably good. I’ve never felt like this before, never had someone kiss me and have me on the verge of orgasm.

After pushing me so close to release I can almost taste it, Wesley lets go of my cock and pulls my pants off. I snatch my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, then remove my socks so I’m completely naked.

His heated gaze crawls over me, and he bites his lips as I pose for him on the bed. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

“We can answer that when you take off your clothes. I want to see you.”

With a crooked smile, he gets undressed, pulling off his shirt and shucking his pants between one second and the next. His tan skin is on display, all his tattoos and lean muscle showing. The light dusting of hair leading down to his dick makes my mouth water, and I itch to taste him there. But right now, I don’t think I can do anything until I have him inside me.

When he’s naked in front of me, he grasps his cock, stroking it slowly. I watch in rapt attention, practically drooling every time his thick mushroom head peeks from between his palm.

“Lube?” he asks, and I hear a faint quiver in his tone. I wonder at it, but I’m too keyed up to inquire about it.

I shake my head. “I have lotion in my bag. Is that good enough?”

“Yeah.” He rifles around one of the sections and pulls out the cream. He climbs back onto the bed with me and spreads my legs until my hole is showing. I shiver as he looks down at my entrance, licking his lips. “Fuck.” He reaches out a trembling finger and circles my pucker. I hiss and arch my back, the flesh sensitive from anticipation.

“Please,” I whimper.

He flicks his gaze up to me. “You look good here. Tight. Show me how…how to make it good for you.”

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