Page 90 of Breaking Conviction
“Wes… oh my God, I-I’m gonna come.” Her voice was a higher pitch, almost like she was surprised at her own confession and Wes drove into her harder to release with her.
“Come for me, Naomi. I want to see your face when you get the pleasure you deserve.”
She nodded once, seeming like she was trying her best to keep her eyes open and focused. But when a low moan escaped her, she succumbed to her ecstasy. She began to tremble just before her pussy gripped his cock, locking him into her core, and spurring his release. He shouted her name and dug his fingers into her thighs as he drew out their pleasure with deep, slow thrusts.
When his cock was spent, he collapsed over her, making sure to catch himself on his forearms. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him even closer. Still sheathed inside her, Wes palmed her ass and pulled her closer to drag her up the bed and rest her head on a pillow.
She reached up and kissed him, her pillowy lips melding against his for a quick peck before she spoke.
“So thatwasn’ttreating me like a queen?” Her giggle made her pussy spasm around his cock and he resisted another moan. “I think I’ll pass out if I receive your version of royal treatment.”
He gave her another kiss and lifted up to look into her warm brown eyes with a grin.
“Oh, my queen. I’ve only just begun to serve you.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
“I’ll be back,” he whispered against her lips before leaving a chaste kiss. He reluctantly peeled himself away to dispose of the second condom of the night, making sure to dampen a hand towel with warm water before he left the bathroom. When he came back, he paused when her head tilted in confusion.
“Oh, um… thanks.” She tried to grab the towel, but Wes took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“Let me take care of you.”
With a slow nod, she leaned back and let him tend to her, the whole time visibly trying not to close her legs.
“I was just inside you, love. Why are you acting shy?”
She bit her lips and even in the dim light, he could tell she was blushing. “I, um… I’ve just, uh, never done this part before. It’s usually me doin’ it by myself. It feels intimate.” He began to pull back the cloth, but she wrapped her hand around his wrist, keeping him still. “No, I love it. It’s just new to me.”
Her confession gave him a strange mix of disgust and pride. Disgust at the man who didn’t treasure the beauty and strength in the woman in front of him when he had her, and pride that she was giving Wes the chance. There was no way he was going to squander it.
He cleaned her until her trembling told him his ministrations were becoming torture on her sensitive flesh. After he tossed the hand towel into the hamper, he grabbed some gym shorts and joined her in bed, not knowing how long she’d give him before she went back to her room to sleep with Thea.
He scooped his arm underneath her neck and pulled her chest to his side. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her so tight that other than their clothes, there wasn’t room for even a breath of air between them.
Taking in Naomi’s curvy body, he frowned at the flowing dress still covering most of it.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Did what?” she asked, apprehension filling her voice.
“This…” He indicated her body with a nod. “I had a beautiful woman in my bed and didn’t even get the chance to admire her without her clothes on. If it weren’t for the fact that I know I ripped your panties off, you could very well pass for being fully clothed right now.”
Her response was in that delightful laugh he adored, but she sobered before she spoke and the words on her warm breath raised goose bumps on his skin.
“I might look fully clothed, but I feel stripped bare by you, Wes.”
Although he wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by her confession or what emotion fueled it, he didn’t think regret laced her words until she spoke again.
“I saw you brutally beat up my ex tonight. That was… hard to see.” Dread filled his chest and he opened his mouth to reply, only she beat him to it. “But I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.”
He realized for the first time that he hadn’t known what he was walking into when he’d arrived home. The way she’d reacted with Ascot was completely different than now and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.
He dragged his mouth over her soft, dark auburn hair and smoothed it down before tracing her spine, afraid she was going to bolt on him. “You’re not… mad at me? You don’t think I’m a monster?”
“No.” Warm moisture dropped onto his naked chest and he lifted his head to see a thin trail of tears tracking down her light ivory cheek. “You saved me and you saved Thea.”
“Well, you had a hand in that. Or a shoe, I guess, if we’re being technical.”
