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Wes
*So Many Things*
I have always considered myself a morning person, but waking up in bed with Lily Barnes, with light streaming in from the bedroom window that I had spent the last years of my youth glancing up at, wondering if she was fantasizing about me in there the way I had fantasized about her—this is a dream come true… Waking up to Lily’s mouth on my cock—this is my dirty little fantasy come to life, and part of me doesn’t want to reach down under the sheet to pull her up becausefucking hell,the girl knows what she’s doing. But another very important part of me is about to erupt becausefucking hell,the girl knows what she’s doing, and I need to fuck her just one more time before going home and getting ready for work.
“Lily.” I groan her name, for maybe the seven hundredth time in the past ten hours. She sucks on the head, and the tip of her tongue flicks at the sensitive part underneath, and I slam my fists down against the mattress because I am so close to the edge. “Lily.” It’s an order this time as I stare up at the ceiling.
I look down to watch her emerge from under the sheet, her lips moist and deep pink and so swollen and twisting into a smirk as she runs her fingers through her hair. The sheet falls, revealing every stunning, life-ruining naked inch of her, and I don’t even know who I am anymore, other than the luckiest fucking guy on earth. She’s kneeling between my legs and swaying a little, to the rhythm of some song in her head maybe, and that nervous emotional girl from the other morning has been replaced by a calm, sexually confident woman. I must have fucked the anxiety right out of her last night, and she’s leaning down, eyeing me like she intends to fuck every last worrisome thought out of me this morning.
I reach for the back of her neck to bring her in for a kiss, but she pulls back and straddles me.
“I’mthe boss right now, Mr. Carver.” Her voice is so husky and her gorgeous body is so naked, I will do anything she wants me to do.
Fortunately, she seems to want me to massage her tits, and I’m on board with that. She picks up my hands and places them on her soft, perky breasts. Her head falls back, exposing her long neck that’s pink and raw from my mouth and stubble, and she gently rolls her hips, my throbbing erection between her heart-shaped ass, andfucking hell,this is exactly like my fantasy, except in my fantasies she hadn’t presented me with a piece of paper that she’d poured her heart out onto.
That letter. Those words.Come find me. Come be with me. For a day or a week or a month or forever.This is so much more than two people satisfying nearly a decade’s worth of lust and resistance. This is the end of something that defined us and the beginning of everything that matters. And okay, yes, this is me with my hands on the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known, the one I always knew would be mine, and she is mine—right fucking now.
Everything about it has been worth the wait.
She leans forward to pull me up so I’m sitting. She wraps her legs around my waist, kissing my mouth so sweetly. She’s humming, the way she did when she was eating those tacos and the pancakes. Of all the kisses she has stunned me with over the years, this is my favorite. I smile, and she nibbles at my lower lip, along my jaw, on my earlobe.
I don’t know how she does it.
She is so many things, and I want all of them.
I’m in a daze, just letting her kiss me all over, watching her through heavy eyelids as she touches my pecs and my abs and my biceps, like I’m some amazing work of art—but she’s the one. Somehow long and soft and taut and curvy. I realize she’s leaning away from me to grab the last condom from the bedside table.
God, even the way she rolls it out over my cock, so carefully with those elegant but very capable fingers, and then wraps her hand tight around the shaft as she positions herself over it. I force myself to keep my eyes open so I can watch her face as she inhales and slowly lowers herself down onto me, inch by warm wet inch, exhaling all the way down. Her eyelids flutter, she wriggles around the tiniest bit, and… “Oh, baby,” I whisper. “God, you feel so good.”
Her eyes roll back, her head rolls back, she grabs on to my shoulders and lets out a sigh, because I am as deep inside her as I can get.
“Wesssss.” She arches back, eyes closed, her hands resting on my legs, barely moving as she offers herself to me.
I drag my fingertips down her smooth skin, from her collarbone down to her belly, and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and sucking until she moans.
And now her hips start to rock back and forth, bearing down on me. I grunt and hold on to her ass and let her do all the work, because that seems to be what she wants at the moment. She pushes on my chest, shoving me back down onto the pillows, placing her hands on my chest and swaying her head back and forth as she hovers over me. Her long hair falls forward, hiding her face and barely brushing my skin, so gently. She’s squeezing her thighs together, her breaths coming hot and heavy now, and my heart is racing even though I’m just lying here getting fucked, and I am so close. I can tell from the way she slows down and clenches and releases around me that she’s there.
“Oh God, Wes!”
And just when I think she’s about to collapse and I’m going to take over, she sits back up, reaches down behind herself to tickle my balls and stroke at that spot just behind them, and it drives me crazy. She shifts into a higher gear, bouncing and grinding and…
“Fuck, Lily, fuck!”
I’m an explosion of adrenaline. I’m the deepest breath. I’m blind. I’m deaf. I’m white heat. I’m black and cold as night. I’m empty. I’m gone.
But I never forget that I’m with her, body and soul.
I never have.
When I’m back from wherever I went to, Lily is lying on top of me like a ragdoll. I kiss the top of her head and wrap my arms around her back. She murmurs something that I can’t really hear because her face is buried in my chest, but I know what she means.
“Mmmhmm.”
I love feeling her heart beating against me, her breath on my skin.
Nine years ago, a week ago, I never could have imagined her with me like this—the after part.
She is so many things, and I want all of her, and I’ll never get enough of her.
