Page 58 of Setting Limits

“Wes.”

“Tell me all about it, sweets. I want to hear you. I want to know how good it feels.”

“So fucking good.” His fingers stroke inside me, and I whine and arch, gripping at his shirt.

“Good enough that you’re going to come for me?”

“Yes.” I don’t even know why he asks. This man can play me like a damn fiddle. With any other guy I’ve ever been with, I always wondered if I’d ever be able to get off, and when I did, it was few and far between. With Wes, it’s every single time, often more than once.

While I don’t want to think about the other women he’s been with, I’m thankful he got his practice in before me.

There’s an intense look in his eyes as he keeps stroking me, before yanking down the neckline of my shirt and pulling my nipple into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck. Wes…fuck.” One of my arms loops around his head, holding him closer to me as my fingers tangle in his hair. Tilting my chin toward the ceiling, my eyes start to roll back in my head, and I buck against his hand.

Instead of slowing like he usually does, he’s more forceful, his fingers working double time, and the pressure intensifies as I writhe beneath him, until I clamp down on his fingers and liquid spills out of me.

Embarrassment floods me. But Wes lifts his face from my chest, locking his mouth over mine and sweeping his tongue between my lips in an urgency unlike I’ve known before.

“That…was so fucking hot, baby. Fuck, I’m a lucky son of a bitch.”

Hot? I’m pretty sure I just peed all over him. What about that is sexy?

“Are you ready for me? Because if I don’t fuck you soon, I may die.”

“You still want to fuck me after that?” Confusion swirls through my mind. Why would he still be turned on by me?

“Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I peed on you.”

He dips his head against my collarbone and laughs. “Oh, sweetness. That wasn’t pee. And even if it was, it was totally worth watching your sexy as sin body writhing beneath me.”

Not pee? Then what could it…oh.

“Yes, baby. You were a good girl and squirted all over for me. And I’ve never experienced anything sexier.” He clearly read the moment of recognition on my face.

Leaning on his forearm, which is planted next to my head, he wiggles a little, and I know he’s freeing himself from his pants. Within seconds, he’s easing himself into me.

“So deliciously wet. Sweet Jesus. Part of me wants to be mad at you for not letting me feel you like this from day one. But at the same time, I wouldn’t truly appreciate it without having known what it’s like to be inside you with a condom.”

I have no idea what it feels like for him, but it’s an entirely different experience for me. I’ve had sex without condoms, obviously how some pregnancy scares happened. But this is by far the most intense. It’s not just about Wes, because while he’s built amazingly, I know it’s more than that. It’s that hecaresabout my needs, my wants, my orgasms.

He slips in and out of me so seamlessly. There’s no more friction, no moments where something snags a little. It’s just smooth and incredible.

The decision to do this with him is not something I’ll ever regret. There are so many times I wish I had been smarter, thought about it more when not requiring every guy I was with to wrap it up. Not just because of what could have happened, but because I wasn’t saving anything specialforsomebody special. And Weston is definitely somebody special.

But there is a uniqueness to this moment. It’s not just how incredible it feels, but how I feel about Wes. This isn’t just sex. It’s not giving in to the primal need of another’s body. There’s more to it, deep and strong feelings.

Feelings I can say for certain I’ve never experienced before. Doing this with him isright.

“Fuck, Chels, I’m not going to last as long this way. Goddamn, it’s fan-fucking-tastic.” He’s utterly breathless, and his tone is filled with grit as his hand shifts to my hip and he thrusts harder.

I love the way he sounds when he’s enjoying himself, especially when it’s from my body. “Fuck, Wes. I’m going to come.”

“Oh, God, me too, baby.” Knowing that he’s going to come, it does something to me every time. I tighten around him, gripping his shoulders as I squirm with pleasure and release. I can feel him pulsating inside me, and just the knowledge that his cum is in me is an exhilarating feeling.

“Um. Shit. We didn’t plan anything to clean up with. This wasn’t exactly something I thought through. Uh.” He holds himself over me as he looks around. “Okay, hang on and don’t move.”

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