Page 108 of Breaking Conviction
“Oh shit,” her whisper sent all his blood rushing into his shaft as he positioned her over the tip of his cock.
He helped guide her down slowly. Inch by agonizingly teasing inch, he lowered her onto his cock until they both moaned. Her pussy gripped him like a vise and he had to breathe through the threat of an orgasm.
She seemed to be taking a settling breath too, and Wes waited for any body language that would show she was ready. But he couldn’t resist touching her. He kissed each cheek, her forehead, and then her cute, perky nose, loving the fullness brimming in his chest. Finally, he claimed her lips, using his tongue to get her to open for him. As they kissed slowly, he positioned both hands on her hips and began to move her body at the same rhythm, grinding her clit against him and angling his cock to make sure he hit the nerves connected inside too.
“Damn, Wes, I’m so full…” she whispered it with a shudder, almost as if she didn’t mean to say it and he couldn’t help but smile against her lips. He quickened their pace, loving the way her body tensed and squeezed around him with another impending orgasm. She felt so fucking good riding his cock, but the way they were positioned was all for her. He couldn’t wait to have her underneath him so he could push into her at the speed that would bring them both to the brink of sex-drunk insanity.
He began to feel the burn in his biceps as he helped her body ride him, but he knew she was close. Her breaths came in pants until finally she released his name on a low moan as she came a second time. Her pussy squeezed his cock, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming too.
As soon as her pussy calmed around him, she repeated his name like a prayer, and he grinned at the emotion behind it. He stood up, keeping himself inside her as he took them to the king-size bed. As carefully as he could while still connected, he laid her out on top of the quilt and covered her body with his before pumping slowly in and out.
He pushed her hands above her head, intertwining his fingers with hers as he dove in to kiss her, mimicking with his tongue their steady pace.
He lifted from their kiss and squeezed her hands three times, analyzing her expression as she widened her eyes a fraction and relaxing them into an emotion he couldn’t quite place.
“What does that mean, Naomi?” he asked, having a pretty good idea already. “You and Thea both do it.”
Naomi gasped. “Thea does it for you, too?”
He nodded and noticed her eyes well up. His heart almost cracked with guilt for making her upset until she said the words that immediately patched it all together.
“It means... it means I love you.”
Wes closed his eyes and released a breath, resting his forehead on hers as he paused his thrusts. “I thought so. And damn am I glad I was right.” He squeezed her hands four times before kissing her. “I love you, too.”
He increased his pace, but didn’t go harder. There was no need to pound in and out of her. Hell, he already felt like he was reaching the end of her every time he completely sheathed his cock, and he didn’t want to hurt her. She let out a guttural moan and started whispering his name again.
“Wes, yes, shit, yes. Please, just like that.” She continued to whisper nonsensical encouragement back at him as he kept his good hand in both of hers and lowered his other to her knee. He raised it to bend so he could dip deep inside her and curve up to gently massage her cervix with his tip.
She moaned his name, telling him he was on the right track and he kept consistent pressure as he ground into her. With each push, he had to hold back the urge to spill before she came again. It wasn’t until her nails dug into his shoulders and her pussy started fluttering around him that he began to let loose.
“Fuck, Wes, I’m gonna—” She never finished her thought as she came on a groan that sent his cock spasming inside her. His movements grew inconsistent as he moaned her name and on one final thrust, he spilled inside her.
He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and her lips, repeating how they’d begun before hugging her close and flipping them. He knew he needed to get rid of the condom, to clean her up, but as soon as he tried to separate from her, she tightened her hold and laid her head on his chest. His hand found the back of her head and he kissed the crown, reveling in her sweet scent. Vanilla now mixed with green apple made his mouth water and somehow his already spent cock twitched. He groaned against her damp hair and she chuckled against his chest before stilling and looking up at him.
Her firelight eyes burned as her brow furrowed and she worried her lip.
He tilted his head against the pillow to analyze her. “That expression...” He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and she turned into it. “What’re you thinking, love?”
“I’m... I’m afraid you’re not real. All this… it feels too good to be true.” She pointed around the room, eventually landing on the wall connecting the bathroom before looking back at him. “And I don’t know what I would’ve done without you these past few months. Would I have stayed with that monster?” She shuddered. “Hell, would I even be alive to ask that question? I mean... fairy tales aren’t real, but here you go, making me feel like a princess and you’re the white knight who’s saved me.”
He grinned and craned his neck for a kiss. His lips left hers too soon, but when he looked into her eyes again, the sincerity in his gaze promised a lifetime of moments just like this one.
“Except you never needed a white knight,” he answered with a brush of his thumb against her cheek. “You’re the queen in this story, and you’ve saved yourself over and over again.” He kissed her one more time and whispered against her lips. “Now you just get to finally enjoy your happy ever after.”
Chapter Forty-Six
“Fuck.”
Soft hands caressed over Wes’s shoulders and he leaned back into his chair and Naomi’s embrace.
“What’s wrong?” her voice whispered beside him as she bent to his ear. He lifted his hand to massage his eyes before he remembered he was wearing his contacts and diverted to his hair.
“This program is being difficult.” He sighed and threw his hand up at the wide screen television he’d revamped to be his computer screen in the cabin. “I’m trying to open up the security for BlackStone yesterday, but it keeps fizzing out. I’ve tried almost every camera and they all show nothing out of the ordinary, but this one right here—” He pointed at the top right screen that showed a distorted and pixelated view of the outside of the BlackStone facility outside of the war room. “Is being a pain in the ass.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to fix it?” Hawk asked, his arms crossed off to the side as he paced. The man was a solid rock, but after the ordeal they’d all been through the day before, arriving back at the cabin without a wink of sleep, and with Phoenix and Ascot missing, their leader was off his game.
Naomi grunted before standing back up and rounding the couch to sit beside him. Thea’s little voice repeating every word to Brave was a soft undercurrent in the living room that helped calm his nerves. He’d been preoccupied all morning with the programming, but Naomi had taken care of everyone by cooking breakfast for all of them. Thea was now happily in her own world, or Pixar’s version of medieval Scotland, as it were, like she wasn’t almost a casualty to a bomb yesterday.
