Page 64 of Wasted Memories
“Guess I have to go, too. I’m her ride.” Brendt hiked his thumb toward the door Stella disappeared through. “Thanks for having me over, Wes. You’ve got a nice place.”
“Anytime, Brendt.” They shook hands, doing that weird pat-on-the-back thing guys do.
As they all left, I bent to pick up the plate that the makings of the s’mores sat on. Wesley grabbed my other hand, pulling me close to him so our chests were touching. “We can clean up tomorrow.” He bent his head down to press his lips to mine, consuming me with his kiss. He slid his hands up my arms, ghosting across my shoulders to settle on the sides of my neck. I angled my head slightly to the side, arching myself into him. His lips would be the death of me. I was falling hard and fast, but I didn’t want to put on the brakes. I didn’t want to hold anything back with Wesley. Not anymore.
Breaking the kiss, he grabbed my hand again, turning around to lead me inside. “Can I just put the chocolate away first? My life motto is ‘no chocolate shall go to waste.’”
He chuckled, grabbing the plate of leftover chocolate. We headed inside to the kitchen where I grabbed a small plastic bag for him to put it in while he set the plate on the counter. I held the bag out for him and he grabbed my hand with the bag, pulling me in close to him. He rubbed something smooth and velvety across my bottom lip with his thumb. I darted my tongue out to taste the substance, my tongue swiping over my lip slowly as he watched.
A hunger grew in his eyes, a hunger I knew wasn’t for the chocolate. Keeping his eyes on my lips, he dipped his finger into the partially melted chocolate on the plate, then brought his hand up to drag it along my neck. My breathing quickened as he dipped his head down to drag his tongue up the column of my throat. I arched my head back, exposing more of my neck for him to devour. Chocolate or no chocolate, I loved the feel of his mouth on me.
Heat grew between my legs and I clamped my thighs together as his fingers skimmed down to the hem of my sweater. He tugged it over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
He sucked in a breath as he took me in. “No bra, Em?” I grinned slightly, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as his gaze landed on the action. “That fucking lip.” He brought his mouth back to mine, sucking on my bottom lip until his teeth grazed it. I let out a small whimper, enjoying the way his bite felt against my lip far better than my own teeth.
I felt him slide the smooth chocolate over my nipple and then his mouth was moving south. He kissed down my jaw, sliding his warm tongue down my throat and collarbone until his mouth closed over my nipple. I moved my hands to his hair, grabbing a hold of the strands. His tongue flicked over my nipple, licking every bit of chocolate off. I let out a moan, my nerves on fire everywhere he touched me.
His hands slid down my body until they stopped on my ass, where he grabbed me and hauled me onto the kitchen counter, all while keeping his mouth on my tit. His hand came up to palm my opposite breast before moving his mouth to my other nipple. I leaned my head back against the cabinet behind me, my eyes fluttering shut as I ached between my legs.
As if he read my thoughts, he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding his hand between the fabric of my panties and my pants. He cursed and released my nipple, gazing at me. “So wet for me.”
I opened my eyes and brought my gaze to his. “Only for you.”
He began sliding my jeans off, his eyes moving to my lace panties. “That’s my good girl.”
Hearing those words made me want to hear a different set of words, but I pushed the thought aside. Now wasn’t the time to overthink anything. Once my jeans were off and he stood back up, I grabbed the neckline of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I ran my hands down his chest, his warm, tanned skin smooth against my fingers. He was staring at me, his chest rising and falling as his breathing picked up pace.
Bringing my gaze up from where my hands trailed to his belt, I whispered, “I need you.”
“You’ve got me, Em. All my focus is on you.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine again. This kiss was slower, more gentle as he slid one hand behind my head to tangle his fingers in my hair. “You’ve got all my attention,” he said against my lips. I swallowed his words, unzipping his jeans and tugging at them.
He used his other hand to help me pull his pants down. His cock was straining against his boxers, standing straight out. I rubbed my hand along his length, my fingertips grazing his balls.
He pulled me off the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. I held on, our lips never parting as he carried me to his bedroom. He didn’t bother closing the door this time. He sat on the edge of the bed, my legs straddling him. I moved my hand between our bodies, pulling at the top of his boxers until I slid it back far enough to release his cock. It sprung up between us, settling against my stomach.
I got off of him to slide my panties down and climbed back onto him, pushing against his chest to lie him back on the bed. He stared up at me, his eyes begging for me to keep going. His lips were swollen from our kisses, his hair messed up from my hands. I wanted to keep this image of him in my mind forever.
Sitting up on my knees more, I grabbed his length with one hand, brushing the tip against my clit. I sucked in a breath, my legs quivering slightly. He grabbed my hips, pulling me forward slightly to put himself at the perfect angle to my entrance. I kept my gaze on his as I slowly lowered myself, his cock stretching me. He cursed, his fingers digging into my hips in the most pleasant way. I sat down completely, his cock as deep as it could go.
His eyes pinned me, and I didn't feel an ounce of doubt. “You’re so beautiful, Emerson. Every inch of you.”
There was a sheen of sweat breaking out on his chest, his skin glistening in the dim light of the room. I began moving, sliding myself to his tip only to take him all the way back in. He kept one hand on my hip, his other hand gliding over my skin to my clit. He rubbed circles with his thumb and I quickened my pace, riding him.
The feel of him bare inside me was more than I could have imagined. It was so intimate, nothing between us, our bodies mingled together perfectly. I let out a moan, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. He moved his hips in unison with mine, somehow going deeper than before. I brought my hand up to palm my breast, my thumb and forefinger playing with my nipple. I didn’t used to love being watched in bed, that was when I would feel self-conscious, but Wesley watching me only turned me on more.
I felt the pressure build low in my belly as his thumb swiped across my clit, the pace of his finger matching the speed I rode him. He added more pressure to my clit, and I clenched around him, screaming his name as my legs tensed. My body pulsed, his pace never slowing as he took control and thrust up into me, his thumb keeping pace. I rode out the waves of pleasure, breathless as he quickened his thrusts. He moaned, his head falling back as he let go, spilling inside me.
Our bodies stayed intertwined as I bent forward, lying my cheek on his chest. His breathing was evening out, his heartbeat pounding. He brought his hands up to rub over my back in soothing strokes and I closed my eyes, listening to the beat of his heart against my cheek.
If I had it my way, this moment would never end. We’d never have to leave this room and face the real world with its problems. We could stay tangled in this bed, exploring and worshiping every inch of each other.
I fell asleep with his hands on me, our bodies still entangled together as our hearts beat to the steady rhythm of each other.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Wesley
Ihadbeenreadingfor what had to have been over an hour when Emerson finally spoke from where she was seated at the kitchen island.
