Page 70 of Setting Limits

He continues blowing lightly across my skin, skimming my nipples until they pebble, and he flicks them with his tongue, causing me to arch against him.

For somebody who was dying to have sex, he’s certainly taking his time. But his cool breath on my scorching skin feels incredible.

Until a chill wracks through me and goosebumps erupt on my skin.

“There you are. Now we can get down to business.”

He wastes no time yanking off my pants and panties before stripping down himself.

Quickly, he hops up on the bed, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips in the air.

“Such a nice view.” He runs his palms along my ass and down my back before slipping his fingers inside me.

I push back against his hand, needing more, and buck my hips as he strokes inside me.

Just as I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. My head tips forward with a moan.

That’s when Wes twists my hair around his hand and yanks, effectively pulling me up so my fingertips just barely graze the sheet. His other hand is tight on my hip.

He starts slamming into me without restraint. One thing I never knew I wanted was the roughness Wes exhibits. He can be sweet and sensual, but it’s not nearly as satisfying.

This hard and fast and unrestrained fucking makes me see how much he needs me, how desperate he is for my body. It’s like nothing is fast enough or deep enough or just…enough.

“Fuck…Wes. It feels so good.” This is one of my favorite positions. The way he fits inside me, the different parts he hits and the way his cock rubs just so along my g-spot. It’s nothing short of incredible.

I can barely breathe or do anything besides moan as my orgasm builds.

Slipping his hand from my hair, Wes wraps it around my throat and pulls me against his chest as he sits back on his heels, keeping my hips above him as he thrusts upward.

It’s this change that makes me tighten around him and scream his name. I fall back against him, my head on his shoulder as he keeps thrusting until he groans against my neck, his teeth digging in as he slows his momentum and stops.

With a small shove, I’m face down on the bed, and he’s over me, moving slowly inside me again.

I glance over my shoulder at him. “Not done yet?”

“Oh no, I am. But I’m just enjoying the feeling of you.”

One more slow tip of his hips and he pulls out, dealing with the cleanup before lying down next to me. He pulls me onto his chest and starts drawing lazy circles along my lower back.

This, right here, is my favorite moment with Wes. After he’s fucked me silly and shown borderline aggression in his fucking, he’s gentle and calm and caring. He’s really like that most of the time, but after sex, it always means more.

Maybe it’s the nakedness, the rawness, the vulnerability. I don’t know. But I’d keep these moments forever if I could.

Chapter 35

We’rehavingagettogether at the apartment. Well, Lochlyn and Wes are. They invited some friends to come hang out for a bit, shoot the shit, whatever. Shay and I are, of course, here too. It’s just a few of them hanging out as it’s their last semester of undergrad. Many know where they’re going and what they’re doing next year.

Wes and I still haven’t talked about it.

Being here more frequently has put me more at ease in their apartment, and I no longer feel like a guest, helping myself to food or drink and helping to get it ready for the others.

I’m in the middle of bringing a fresh bowl of tortilla chips for Lochlyn’s taco dip to the table when Wes’s words halt me.

“I got into Stanford.”

Every cell in my body freezes. I spin around to face him, everybody else in the room falling away. “Stanford. But…that’s in California.” My eyes narrow as I look at him.

“Um, yeah, Chels. It is.”

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