Page 67 of Loving the Sinner
He wraps me up in a fluffy towel when we get out, helps me do my skincare, and then we lay in his bed, naked, with my head on his chest, gently tracing the dark ink etched into his skin.
“I think I want to get a tattoo.” I whisper into the darkness.
“Oh yeah? What would you get?” Wes asks, his hands tracing soft lines up and down my back.
“Hmmm. Probably something to do with books, maybe? I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
“Let me know if you want me to get you in touch with my artist. They’re really good.”
“Thank you.” I lean up and kiss him, exhaustion pulling a yawn from me.
“Go to sleep, baby. We have all day tomorrow to talk.” He says and kisses my forehead. “Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight Wes.” I say, and let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.
Chapter 31
Wes
Waking up next to a warm, snuggly Elli may be a new thing, but it’s definitely my favorite. Especially since her supple ass is rubbing against my morning wood, and I can feel her pussy radiating heat.
God, last night wasincredible.I’ve never had such an intimate, mind-blowing experience, and it’s not because I took her virginity, I’m not like that. It’s because I’ve never felt such strong emotions, or so strongly connected to another person.
I meant what I said to Shelby. Elli’s taken my battered, shattered, and torn to shreds heart and slowly mended it without even trying.
I wanted so badly to tell her how much I love her last night, but I didn’t want her to think it was because of the sex.
I love her selfless attitude, her creative mind, and how easily she can make me smile. I love the way her nose crinkles when she doesn’t like something, and how sweet treats are her downfall. I love how non-judgmental she is- I can’t believe I thought the opposite when I first met her- I love that she’s silly and sexy at the same time.
I love that I’m hers.
I love that she’s mine.
Elli shifts, and I can tell she’s felt my hard on, because she grinds herself back against me purposefully this time.
“Good morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?” I ask, caressing the soft skin of her belly, pulling her closer to me.
“Morning, handsome. I slept great. What about you?”
“Best sleep I’ve had in a while. Are you sore, baby?” I trail my fingers down her stomach, stopping at the cropped pubic hair on her mons.
“A little,” she answers, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be more sore.”
I hum. “You’ve been grinding that sweet ass on me all morning. I’d already be inside you right now if I didn’t want your explicit consent.”
She rolls so she’s facing me now, a sleepy smile on her face. “I give you explicit consent to fuck me when I’m sleeping and wake me up with orgasms.”
Fuck. Did I just discover Elli’s a reverse somnophiliac?
“Well you’re awake now so I’ll jot that down for next time.” I slide a finger through her pussy and find her wet and ready.
“Did you have a sexy dream, Elli?” I tease, gently teasing her wetness around her pussy lips.
She arches into my hand, trying to get more. “Yes, but reality is so much better.”
I roll over and grab a condom and slip it on, then swing her leg over my hip and enter her slowly, watching her face for any pain she may try to deny.
Her face contorts, but not in pain, in pleasure. I strum her clit and pick up the pace of my thrusts, pulling moans and groans and little whimpers from her.
