Page 54 of Unhinged Magic
He lowered, kissing the insides of my thigh, holding eye contact.
When he moved to my center, his hot breath coasted over my sex. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” His nose drew a line straight up my seam. “You smell like heaven.” His hands slid underneath me, pulling me closer.
Holy shit.
When the swipe of his tongue made contact, something between a mew and a moan escaped me. I fisted his hair as he lapped at me, slowly at first until he settled into a steady rhythm that I knew would send me over the edge.
My bet was he knew this, too. Oh, how he justknew.
Every touch was deliberate. Every lap of his tongue refined. The perfect mixture of exploration and a perfected art. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me at his mercy as my clit became his new favorite addiction. He gently suctioned hismouth over it, and if it wasn’t for his firm grip on my thighs, I would have bucked him off the bed.
“Oh, my!” I cried out, unable to hold back. My fingers clenched the bed linen as I accustomed myself to the new, raw sensation. “Wes…” My thighs lifted involuntarily, grinding unashamedly against him, searching for more. I felt myself twisting under his grip, tightening inside as he drew me closer to something only he had ever given me.
Without warning, he replaced his tongue with his finger. Moving over me to tease the spot below my ear with his lips. “Your taste is my new drug of choice.” His voice had deepened, a huskier side to it now.
I couldn’t help the whine at my clit's constant attention, and, as he knelt back on his knees, he circled it with his thumb. His gaze raked over me as he took his cock in his free hand, the mesmerizing way it moved through his grip so effortlessly was something I couldn’t pull my eyes from. His hands were much bigger than mine, able to wrap the entire way around. Veins popped on his forearms as they flexed with every movement.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can stop, just say the words,” he assured me, rubbing us both simultaneously.
I wanted this more than anything in the world. I had never wanted something so bad in my life.
“I want this. I want you.All of you.”
A moment of recognition passed over his features. “Have you taken the monthly tonic?”
“Always,” I insisted, trying to control my breathing at the constant swipe of his thumb on me. Scar had made sure I got access to the contraceptive tonic. Perks of knowing the local herbal witch. “Only…” A rumble of words I didn’t know how to say lodged deep in my chest.
Wesley slowed his movements. “What is it? We’re not doing this unless you one hundred percent want to.”
It baffled me how he had earned his reputation in town. This man, who was so close to breaking me in, was also willing to stop at a moment’s notice when he already had me naked on my bed. Unbelievable.
“It’s just…” I stared at him above me, my childhood friend-come-mate. Or mate to be, whatever. “I haven’t done this before, andthat,” I motioned to his cock, “will never fit.”
What I thought would be an awkward moment was the complete opposite. No shock horror on his face. No mocking.
He appeared speechless before collecting himself, a predatory, wolfish look taking over. “That’s ok. Thank you for letting me know.” As if to convince me of this, he continued. “You were made for me, Skip, and it’s my duty to make sure you’re ready for me.” He kissed me until my core ached for more of him, my hips bucking, searching for his length. “I’ll try to be gentle, but…” He looked down at his solid cock nestled at my entrance, a sheepish look spreading over his face.
He didn’t need to say it. Not that I had much to compare him to, but my limited amount of fondling prior to him led me to believe he was blessed with a larger than most cock and he knew it.
“Okay.” I let out a relieved breath, staring at his length again, still unsure about the size to fit ratio.
Held above me on one arm, Wesley slid through my center a final time before pressing slowly at my entrance. It was like nothing I could have imagined, the sharp stretch of him stealing my breath.
“Are you ok?” he rasped, his head falling beside mine.
The fit of him drew something between a whimper and a plea from me. I couldn’t sort the pain from pleasure.
“I need words.” Wesley’s guttural tone spoke of the restraint wracking him. He remained still, nestled deep inside me, his deep, controlled breaths warming my ear.
“More,” I gasped, needing him to move.
I wanted him to move. He needed to movenow.
A chuckle sounded in my ear. “My girl wants more?”
“Please.”
He pulled out slightly before pushing back in again, burying himself inside me, deeper this time.
