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I shove his chest with my hand. “I can handle anything!”
He pins me down. “Prove it, little girl.”
“I’m not little!”
“Really? Because you’re acting like the little fourteen-year-old girl you were when I met you.”
I struggle under him. I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to make me mad because he knows that’s what I’m comfortable with—and I love it.
“Get this fucking duck shirt off me!”
“Done.”
He pulls the T-shirt up over my head, and his breath hitches when he stares at my naked body. I remain still at first, letting him take it all in. He makes a quick guttural sound and then gets back to the business of wrestling with my restless limbs. He holds my arms down while kissing a winding path from my collarbone to my breast, my nipple to my abdomen, just below my belly button. The tension in my pelvis and clit is unbearable, but he bypasses that whole area, planting quick kisses down my leg all the way to my toes as he stands up and begins massaging the ball of my foot. “Even your feet turn me on. Can you believe that?”
I groan so loudly it echoes around the room. He nibbles at the arch of my foot, and then his mouth makes its way back down my calf. “And these legs. These fucking legs have haunted my dreams forever.” Down to my thigh, and then my legs are propped up on his shoulders and he’s squeezing my ass. “Your perfect ass is a natural wonder.” Now he’s pulling me toward the edge of the bed again as he kneels on the floor. “And this…fuckingthis…”
I’m already contracting, and his mouth and tongue match my rhythm.
The delicious sounds he’s making turn me on as much as the circling and probing and strokes and nibbles.
He flicks his tongue at my clit and then sucks on it, and I yelp.
His finger is inside me, stimulating a part of me that was heretofore unknown, and I have never felt more like a goddess as I do when he moans and says my name as ifI’mthe one givinghimpleasure, and it breaks me open and sends me to a place I’ve never been to before. A roaring quiet place of stillness and motion and blinding white light and darkness that is new and familiar and mine and his and everything and nothing.
I’m there.
I’m nowhere, for I don’t even know how long.
When I slowly come back to my body on the bed, I’m aware of how tense my muscles are, toes pointed, and Wes is on his side next to me, watching me with a beautiful combination of pride and wonder.
I’m still in an orgasmic haze when I lean over to kiss him, reach for his cock, and bring him to that same place he took me. It doesn’t take long, and when he comes into my hand and onto his stomach, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard or seen.
I want more.
There is so much more that I want to give and get from him, but for now, for once, I’m too happy to be afraid of it.
