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“You’ve felt this way all along?”
“Yes.” I kiss his mouth.
He instinctively responds with kisses even as he continues to say, in an unsteady voice that I barely recognize as his, “Je t’aime aussi.” It almost comes out like a question, but I’ll take it.
“Merde.”
“This is reallygoing to change everything, you know?”
I suck on his lower lip before pulling back and whispering into his ear, “It fucking better.”
I take his big wet hand and lead him into the kitchen, sliding the door shut behind us.
He steps out of his shoes, and I lead him through the kitchen, down the hallway, to the stairs. As I lead him up the stairs, his free hand grabs at the waist of my damp sweatpants, and I can hear the soft, deep rumbling at the back of his throat. “Lily,” he says quietly, repeating my name over and over again. Alternately disbelieving, chastising, reprimanding, worshiping, accepting. With each step we take, I can feel him becoming more certain that we’re doing the right thing.
Even before we are through my bedroom door, he is pulling my T-shirt up off over my head and pushing my hair to one side so he can kiss my neck and reach around to cup my breasts. Squeezing. Not too rough, not too gentle. Possessive. My head rolls back and to the side, and I raise my arms up behind myself so I can grasp at his damp wavy hair while his hands roam all over the front of my body, pressing me into him. He is so hard against my back, and I have never felt so soft and smooth and wanted as I do now.
He spins me to face him, fists my hair, and lays a long, deep, punishing kiss on me that’s almost as long and deep and punishing as the years I’ve spent craving him.
I peel his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and finally just tear apart the top buttons so he can tug it off over his head and toss it aside. I place my trembling hands flat on his pecs and grunt, becauseJesus, and then I slide my hands up to his shoulders and down to his biceps and I groan, becausefuck. And just when I’m reaching down to unzip him, he yanks my sweatpants and panties to the floor in one swift movement and he’s on his knees, clenching his fingers into the flesh of my ass as he licks me and devours me down there in that place that is so very wet and throbbing for him.
I thread my fingers through his hair. “Wesssss.” I am so close to coming already, and I want this to last forever, but I also just need him to fuck me right now, dammit.
He growls and stands up and says, “I’m gonna fuck you now.” Because he has always known what I wanted, and he is finally, finally going to give it to me. Before I know it, a package is torn open with his teeth, and he is naked and on top of me, my legs bent and spread wide. His wide crown coaxes me open, slowly but assuredly. “Is this okay?” he asks.
I suck in a breath before I’m able to answer him. “This is the most okay thing ever.” The hot sting of him as he enters me is delicious and painful and satisfying, and I cry out, sounding relieved and angry becausegoddammitnow I know what people mean when they say “it hurts so good.” This is what Wes Carver does to me… He stretches me out and fills me up and makes me feel so many things that I’ve never felt before, but now that I’m feeling this, I know that I will never, ever run away from him again. Becausethis, this overwhelming feeling is what I was so afraid of, and giving into it is the most beautiful thing there is.
“Fuuuck. Baby. You’re so tight,” he hisses. And then, as he realizes just how tight I am, he opens his eyes and looks at me. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “Baby,” he says.
I nod once.
He lowers himself to kiss my cheek. “You waited for me too,” he whispers.
He holds himself up over me with ease, moving his hips slowly at first, waiting for a sign from me that it’s okay to pick up the pace. When one of his hands brushes the hair out of my face, I catch his thumb in my mouth and suck on it, hard, making him groan. I start to rock my hips in rhythm with his, placing my feet on the mattress so I can tilt myself up and let him angle in deeper.
With a grunt, he pulls his thumb from my mouth, clutches the headboard, and begins thrusting harder and faster. I am so slick and ready for this, I already can’t remember a time when he wasn’t inside me. I shudder at the dull aching pleasure of this man pounding away at me to get to a part of me that no one else could ever reach. The room is filled with my high-pitched gasps and murmurs and the baritone thrum of his labored breaths. My hands find his back, and I thrill at the rippling movement of those hard-working muscles.
I am so caught up in the delirium of being so thoroughly fucked by this man that it takes a moment for me to realize he’s slowing down. I open my eyes and see him looking at me, his own hooded eyes filled with a dizzying blend of lust and tenderness. He lowers his warm forehead to mine, still rock hard and plunging into me, but his tone is so affectionate. “I’ve always wanted this,” he says. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“I’ve always been yours.” I lick his lower lip and tug at it gently with my teeth. “Whether you like it or not.”
“I like it a lot right now,” he groans.
“Yeah?” I clench myself tighter around him. He drops his head back and whispers my name, hot and bothered by me as usual. “I love it. I love having you inside me. You’re bigger and harder than I ever dreamed you would be, and I fantasized about you a lot.”
“Fuck, Lily,” he says, a little shocked and a lot turned-on, pumping away at me and muttering a string of curses that are sexy music to my ears.
I can’t talk anymore.I love every single inch of your big beautiful body,I think.I love the weight of you on me, and I love that I can disappear under you but also feel so much bigger and more important and more here than I usually do. This is what you do to me. You make me feel covered and exposed and raw and refined and powerless and completely alive, and giving in to this is the only good decision I have ever made.
I slide my hands down to his perfect, beautiful ass cheeks and dig my nails into them. He draws in a sharp breath, and I shiver with delight at how out of control he is all of a sudden, grunting and panting and wanting me and having me. I writhe around beneath him, arching my back and letting the intense tingling sensation spread from my center to the top of my head and the tips of my toes and then a high-voltage jolt when he lifts himself up with his hands on either side of me so he can penetrate me from a new angle.
I don’t know how he can manage to last even this long despite the urgency, but I have always known he’s a superhero.
He slaps my thigh and grabs my leg, lifting it up to rest against his shoulder, holding on to my ankle and then stroking down my calf and shin, back up to the arch of my foot. I am so tight around him, and there is even more friction against my clit, and it’s almost too much, but I still want more. I surprise him by bending and lifting my other leg to his other shoulder, my calves grazing his ears. His breaths are so loud and hot and heavy, and he moves with such strength and grace. I want to be aware of him and everything he’s doing to me, but I feel this pull inwards. Not away from him but deeper inside myself, where I can savor our connection on some other plane of existence that I didn’t know I believed in.
It’s there. It has probably always been there, and Wes has always been the key to unlocking the doorway to this whole new world. The one that I instinctively knew I wanted to go to with him when I first saw him. The one I was so afraid of losing myself to. Now I’m here, and I never want to leave.
The rolling wave comes at me high and in slow motion like a tsunami, displacing everything in a seismic shift and then letting me fall back into place in a way that makes more sense.
Wes keeps moving until I seize up, and then he holds in place, waiting for the aftershocks. One, two, three of them, tiny ripples of pleasure that I love even more because I can feel him watching me and taking it in.
And then, when my spine stretches straight and I let out a satisfied sigh, he lowers my leg from his shoulder and deftly flips me around, pulling me up onto all fours. He kneels behind me, clutches at my hips, and slams into me, feverishly, and I want nothing more than for him to come the way I did. I want him to fall apart and release himself in me and stake his claim from the inside out. He sounds like he’s in so much delicious pain, and I do want this to go on forever becauseGod,the way he’s piercing me at this angle,this feels so good for me too, but I want him to come. I want him to lose himself in me.
I lower myself down onto my elbows and raise my ass up higher. He catches his breath and freezes for a second, and I know how close he is. An entirely new and different kind of orgasm seizes me when he starts moving again, and the way I scream his name is all it takes for him to shudder and make the most beautiful almost falsetto sound before exhaling so gruffly. He sits back on his heels, pulling me with him and clasping his arms around my breasts, burying his face in the crook of my neck, emptying himself.
We stay like that for I don’t know how long, chests heaving, me clinging to his big strong forearms, and then he lets me collapse forward and flattens himself on top of my back until our breaths have evened out and our hearts are no longer racing, but our fingers are entwined.
I would do anything to hold on to this feeling.
I would do anything for this man, even though I don’t think I could ever give him half as much as he gives me.
