Page 73 of Dream Girl
Maybe I’d only had Wes in my dreams, but my body still remembered what it felt like. I wanted him. I’d wanted him for days. Would it be as good in real life as it had been in my dreams?
“I’m not much more experienced than the last time we had sex. I remember trying a couple of times to date, mostly because of parental pressure, but nothing felt right. Not to mention, well, some people don’t think I’m beautiful when I’m naked and I’m not sure if I can be with someone that isn’t okay with all of me,” I admitted, my voice breathy as my back arched, hoping he got the hint and touched my aching breasts.
Wes’ kisses moved down my back. “All of you is beautiful.”
That was exactly what I needed to hear.
“I’m so curious what it would be like to be with both of you. Talking about everything last night, oh boy,” I sighed in memory, heat rising inside me, making me wet.
“I’m so glad.” He touched his forehead to mine. “After you, I tried, but… no one was you. Until Evan, who is most definitely not you. He sort of lacks some things you have and has things you don’t.” Wes buried his face in my breasts.
“I’m glad you have him,” I gasped as he bit my breast through my clothes.
“I need you naked.” Taking my dress, he pulled it over my head, revealing my cute and sporty bra and panties. Wes attacked my lips as I fumbled with his shirt, like we were horny teenagers.
The last time we had sex, we’d been exactly that—horny teenagers, desperate for reassurance and each other. I threw his shirt some place, our kisses growing frantic as he slid his fingers under the back of my bra to undo it as I unzipped his pants, his cock hard against his boxers.
His scent became stronger, swirling around me in a cocktail of passion and familiarity, as he nipped at the bottom of my lip, hands caressing my breasts. Wes’ fingers hit that sensitive spot under my right breast and my breath hitched, heat flaring through me as my panties grew damp.
“Pants off,” I demanded, not able to remove them fully with the way we were positioned on the bed.
“Bossy,” he teased, wriggling out of them, but staying in his boxers, then diving at me on the bed, attacking my breasts with his lips.
“Right there.” A moan escaped my lips as he teased my nipples with his tongue. His hands traveled down my body, removing my panties, then running up my leg.
“I missed these breasts,” he groaned, taking another mouthful. “And that pretty cunt of yours. Did your pussy miss me, Peaches?”
“Yes.” I arched my pelvis as he took my nipple in his teeth and bit gently, as his fingers rubbed my clit. “Right there, right there.” Pleasure burst through me.
“Right there, what?” He looked at me, eyes a glimmer, then vanished. “Sorry, we… we don’t have to play that game.”
“Right there, Alpha, please.” I grabbed his hand, pushing it right where I needed it, the old phrase coming naturally to my tongue. In this moment, it felt so right.
“Oh, the sound of that. I need to taste you. Open.” He pushed my knees open and buried his face between my legs, nuzzling my thighs, my curls, my damp folds. His tongue darted out, licking the length of me, then settling on my clit, sucking, and licking me like I was his favorite ice cream on a hot day. “Mmmm, sweet and delicious.” Wes teased and tasted me as I moaned again. “That’s my perfect peach.”
The first time he’d gone down on me, I’d been scandalized. I had no idea that was something people did.
Then I begged him to do it again.
Two fingers slipped inside me, and I gasped as they created a maddening rhythm.
“So wet,” he whispered into my clit, pulling me closer, practically growling into me.
“Yes,” I moaned as his fingers found all the sweet spots, his mouth unrelenting as he continued to feast on me.
“I want you to come all over my face,” he murmured as he nibbled.
Don’t need to ask me twice.He thrust an additional finger inside me, my body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me as I inhaled lungfuls of his intoxicating scent.
Wes continued working me with his lips, his fingers, making my body shudder in a way it only had in my dreams, working me back up to my peak, making me see stars over and over.
“Oh yes, yes,yes.” This. I’d missed this so much. I’d missedhim.“Wes, I want you inside me,” I breathed.
“Are you ready to see my magic dick?” He sat up, eyes bright. “I’ve been waiting for days to show it to you–and I came very close to doing so last night.”
“Gimme.” I grinned back, reaching for his boxers, helping him pull them off. “Please, Alpha.” I smirked.
For a moment, I stared at it. It was long and thick, even more so than I recalled. The fleshy part at the base was already partially inflated–a part that the boys back home didn’t have. The alpha knot. It got bigger as he got aroused, then when he pushed it inside me, it would lock, sealing us together until it deflated.
