Page 54 of Wasted Memories
Knowing the movement felt good, Wesley ground against me, creating the blissful friction again. “You like that, Em?”
I nodded as he pulled back, breaking the kiss. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom, flicking on the light as he closed the door. He walked me over to the end of the bed and busied his hands with the button on my jeans. After he slid them off, he crouched in front of me, looking up to meet my gaze. I stared down at him as he brought his hands to my thighs. This man was kneeling before me, looking at me like I was a five course meal, and my clit throbbed with the need for him to devour me.
He slowly trailed one hand to the inside of my thighs, the touch causing goosebumps to rise as his calloused hands grazed my skin. He hooked his forefinger in the side of my panties, pulling them away from my pussy to make room for his finger.
He cursed under his breath when he discovered how wet I was. “This all for me?”
I bit my lip and managed a nod, unable to tear my eyes away from him kneeling before me. He pulled my panties completely to the side so I was exposed, his finger lightly making contact with my clit. I let out a small whimper and my knees nearly buckled at the sensation. He had one hand on the back of my thigh, keeping me steady.
He pulled my panties down, gazing back up at me. “Take your shirt off.”
I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Wesley could ask me to do anything and I’d do it, that's how fucking gone I was for him.
“Lean back on the bed, Em.”
I bit my bottom lip and did as he said. He was still positioned on the floor as I laid back. “Spread your legs for me.”
I slowly parted my legs, all of me exposed to him. I wasn’t used to being on display like this, all of me bared completely. I closed my legs the smallest bit as doubt of what I looked like before him crept in, but he set his hands on my knees, spreading them back apart.
“Don’t get in your head, darling. You’re beautiful. If you want me to stop at any point, just say the words. Otherwise, I’m going to take my time tasting every inch of you.”
Before I could take my next breath, his mouth was on me. His tongue was warm as it slid up my center, from my entrance to my clit. I gasped when his tongue flicked at my bundle of nerves, sending sparks to my vision. My head tilted back, moaning as he trailed his tongue down again to my entrance.
I fisted my hands in his hair as he slid one finger inside me, bringing his mouth back to my clit. He thrusted his finger in and out slowly, matching the pace that his tongue licked set. My eyes rolled back in my head as I gripped his hair, keeping his head positioned between my legs even though I knew he’d stay there for as long as I wanted.
He sucked the bundle into his mouth and I let out another moan as his beard scraped my inner thighs. It added to the heavenly sensations, bringing me close to the edge.
“Wesley,” I breathed. He groaned, the sound vibrating through me. “Fuck.” He kept sucking my clit as he added a second finger, thrusting in and out. “I want to..”
“Come for me, Emerson. All over my face.” Before he finished saying my name, the pressure built and it released, taking me so far over the edge I didn’t think I’d ever recover. Was I screaming? I couldn’t tell. My orgasm rippled through me, consuming every nerve ending in my body, all while Wesley kept his mouth on me.
As the waves rippled off, I panted for air, trying to regain my senses. Wesley slid his fingers out slowly and kissed my inner thigh, trailing up to my stomach. He kissed up my body until he met my lips, the taste of me still on him. He pulled away and looked at me, brushing the hair off my forehead.
“You’re breathtaking, Emerson. Don't ever doubt that.”
I sat up on my elbows, admiring his messy hair and swollen lips. “Please fuck me, Wes.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.”
Chapter Thirty One
Wesley
Ipulledmyshirtover my head and quickly undid my belt, sliding my pants off. Seeing her squirm under me as I ate her out was such a fucking turn on, I almost fucked her right then. But I wanted her to feel good. I wanted to worship her, make her unravel at the seams.
I grabbed a condom from my dresser, tearing open the foil and slipping it on. She watched me as I moved, her teeth working that bottom lip of hers. Eating her pussy was better than any fucking meal I’d ever had, and I could’ve done it all damn night.
My hands slid under her knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and angling her slightly upward for the perfect position. Her blue eyes were glazed with desire as she stared up at me.
Not able to resist, I leaned over her, pulling her bra down to expose her tits. God, they were perfect. She was perfect. This whole moment was perfect. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, relishing at the way it puckered against my tongue. My tongue flicked across it, and I damn near came hearing her make small, breathy moans. My cock twitched, nudging against her clit, which caused her hips to buck against me in the tiniest movement.
I slid my hand behind her back against the covers of my bed, undoing the clasp on her bra with ease. Moving my mouth to her other nipple, I grabbed the strap on her shoulder, delicately sliding the bra down until it slipped off the rest of the way. My teeth gently grazed her nipple, and I looked up at her to see her tilt her head back with her mouth wide open as another moan escaped. Sucking it into my mouth one last time, I pulled back only to line my cock up against her entrance.
She had her eyes closed, her hands fisted in the sheets as she waited. “Eyes on me, Em.” Her eyes popped open, landing on me hovering above her. She looked high off the pleasure and I decided right then, I wanted to see this look on her face every damn day. Every night when I got home from work, every morning before I left. “Do you want me?”
“Mmhm.” She nodded, her lips still slightly parted.
“Say it, baby. Say you want me.” I didn’t know how much longer I could keep myself positioned where I was without burying myself inside her.
