Page 72 of The One I Want
“I want you, Wes,” I say, my body begging for more of his touch.
He slides back so he’s now completely covering me. “You have no idea how much I want you. How much I want this.”
My hands comb through his hair as I give him a slow, gentle kiss. “I’m yours.”
Those words light a fire in his eyes as he leans over to his nightstand and pulls a condom out of the drawer. I don’t know if he expected this, or if they were there just in case. Hell, I don’t care if his mother bought them for him. But I am so glad they are here.
He quickly rolls it on, his body covering mine in just seconds. He doesn’t enter me right away. No, we just stare at each other. My hands run through his hair. His thumb brushes my cheek.
This. This is the moment I’m going to remember. No matter what happens after this, I will never forget how Wes is looking at me.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
I wrap my legs around him wanting to feel his length against my center. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
He lifts himself on one forearm, grabbing his cock and slowly pushing into me, each of us needing a second to catch our breaths and adjust to the sensation of finally being connected. Holy shit, does he feel good. I’m stretched in the best way possible, my body allowing me to take every inch of him as he slowly works in and out of me. He’s biting the bottom of his lip so hard I think he might draw blood, which, I can’t lie, is fucking hot as hell.
“You’re amazing,” he says, wrapping me in closer as he continues to work in and out of me, the tingles already starting. My hips meet his, loving the slow pace as we just let ourselves feel each other. He buries his face into my neck, flicking his tongue and sucking at the skin as his hips begin to pick up pace.
I let him set the tone, not wanting to push him too far too fast. Don't get me wrong—I love this. Wes inside me, feeling him kiss and suck every piece of skin he can find, I have never felt more worshiped in my life. And while this is a big moment for both of us, this is bigger for him, and only he knows what he needs. So if slow is what he wants, then slow he’ll get.
Or if he suddenly wants to flip me over, spank me, and call me a good girl, I wouldn’t say no to that either.
Just as I’m settling into his rhythm, he reaches under my ass, bringing me up slightly. I think for a second he’s just trying to hit a new angle, but he pulls out and surprises me, flipping me over onto my stomach.
Well, then. Good girl it is.
I grasp onto the pillows for dear life as Wes’s hands grip my hips and he slams back into me and I cry out. His thrusts speed up as he brings my body back to meet him at a furious pace. I lift my ass higher, wanting more from him, the pace and the spot he’s hitting are just too perfect.
“Wes, I’m close,” I breathe out as I start to feel the orgasm coming in fast and strong.
“Give it to me. Give me all of it.”
As if I could deny him anything right now. I collapse with a loud moan as Wes drives into me one final time before I come apart in the most glorious way.
“Betsy!”
He cries out my name as he slams into me one final, glorious time, shuddering as he comes.
Wes collapses on top of me, but I don’t mind the weight. It’s actually perfect.
Our breathing is heavy. Our bodies are sweaty.
Simply? It’s perfection.
Happy New Year, indeed.
Chapter27
Wes
I slowly openmy eyes and check the clock. Ten in the morning. Shit, I don’t remember the last time I slept past seven. Then I feel Betsy roll over, her arm and leg immediately flinging over me as she makes herself comfortable on my chest. I wrap her in my arms, not wanting to let her go.
I never want to let her go.
Last night was…I don’t know if I can even think of words right now. It was a spectrum of emotions I didn’t even know existed. But like always, Betsy knew exactly what I needed.
I just hope I was enough for her.
