Page 85 of Loving the Sinner
“I love you so much, Westley Ray Jones.”
“I love you too, Elliana Louise Monson.”
Our lips, drawn together like magnets, meeting in an unhurried kiss so full of love and passion it takes my breath away.
Wes pulls me on top of him, tangling his fingers into my braided hair and angling me to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I can feel him hardening underneath me, but he seems like he’s in no hurry to fix his problem.
He pulls back, framing my face with both hands, “Thank you for opening up to me, Elli. Your trust isn’t something I take for granted.”
“Thank you for letting me be me.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else, baby.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else either.” I whisper, and he answers with a wicked grin.
“No? You wouldn’t want to role play, baby?”
“Hmmmm. I don’t know. Who would we be roleplaying as?”
Wes rolls us until he’s hovering over me, his dark hair acting as a curtain around my face, and kisses a path up my neck to my ear where he whispers, “You can be my number one fan. You won a contest for a night with your favorite artist.”
A nip to my earlobe.
“You’re soexcitedto spend time with me. I getexcitedthe minute I see you walk through my dressing room door, because who would have thought the fan that won a night with me would beso fucking pretty?” He growls, trailing more kisses along my jawline, down to my chest.
“What would you do?” I whisper, arching my back to offer him access to my breasts.
He doesn’t take the bait though, and instead continues his path up the other side of my jaw.
“I would play it cool. We’d chat about music, or you. You’d sit next to me on the couch, acting all shy and timid, but I’d see in your beautiful sapphire eyes just how badly you want me. I’d watch you squeeze these delicious thighs together” he squeezes my right thigh, “to try and get some relief, but it wouldn’t be enough, would it?”
I shake my head, already lost in the fantasy.
“No, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d subtly scoot closer to you, waiting for the right opportunity to ask you if I can kiss you.” He places the quickest kiss on my lips. “Would you say yes, Elli?”
“Yes. Please.” I whine, and am rewarded with a drugging kiss, like it really is our first time.
“We’d make out for a minute, and I’d pull you on to my lap so you canfeelhow badly I want you.” He slowly grinds his covered cock into my covered pussy, pulling a desperate moan from my throat. “Then, I’d ask if I can see those beautiful tits.”
I take initiative and sit up slightly and pull my oversized t-shirt off, grateful I didn’t put a bra on today because Wes lets out a groan that can only be described as appreciative, before he takes one in his hand and squeezes it.
“Fuck baby, they’re so beautiful. They fit so nicely in my hand. Can I suck on them? Please?”
I almost ask him why he’s asking, then I remember we’re supposed to be in a fantasy where we haven’t done this before, so I nod enthusiastically.
Wes brings his head down and circles my left nipple with the tip of his tongue, before gently biting it. He moves over to the right and does the same thing, all while slowly grinding into me.
“Wes.”
“Yeah, baby?” He says around my nipple in his mouth.
“I need more.” I plead.
He pulls off my nipple with apop. “Yeah? Does my number one fan need my mouth on her pretty little cunt?”
“Please.”
“Well since you asked so nicely.” He smirks, then shuffles down until his face is directly in front of my pussy.
