My nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly works his fingers in and out of me, each thrust creating a slow burn. He moves again; this time, he slips between my spread legs pulls my tank top off over my head then lowers his body causing the cold metal of the necklace he wears to slide between my breasts.
Sliding one hand down his chest under the edge of his boxers, I wrap my hand around him. My pussy convulses when I feel how wide and long he is. I know the first time he enters me he’ll steal my breath.
He pulls his mouth away and places his forehead to mine. “I swear I know how you’ll taste by the way you smell, like vanilla and citrus. Your pussy would be sweet and tangy.”
“Oh, God,” I whimper, lifting my hips and pressing into his hand while pumping him faster.
“Your pussy is greedy for my fingers and soaking my hand. I want inside of you.” He groans against my mouth as my hand squeezes and pumps.
“Yes,” I hiss, and he closes his eyes like he’s in pain then opens again, making my breath pause.
“Not tonight, but soon.” His thumb circles my clit in sync with my hand that’s wrapped around him. I pump faster and his fingers pull up against my g-spot, making my legs shake and causing the slow burn to spread like wildfire until I’m screaming his name. His head drops to my shoulder and he groans my name against the skin of my neck as bright lights fill my vision, and my pussy sucks greedily at his fingers that are still deep inside of me as his hot cum shoots across my belly.
My eyes close and my body completely relaxes, his heavy weight cocooning me, making me feel complete.
“I’ma get you cleaned up,” he whispers. I nod, unable to speak, not even able to open my eyes, because my body is completely lax from my orgasm. “You’re gonna need to let go of my dick.” I hear the smile in his voice and my hand drops. I feel him leave the bed only to come back a few minutes later with a warm cloth that he uses to wipe gently between my legs and over my stomach. I hear a splat near my bathroom and smile as he lies back down with me, his body wrapping around mine.
“Night,” I murmur, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
“Night, baby.” He kisses my head and I sigh before drifting off to Dreamland.
*
My eyes travel over Wes, taking in his dark hair, tattoo-covered chest, and the necklace that is hanging around his neck…the necklace I felt glide between my breasts last night as he brought me to orgasm.
He leans back against the counter behind him and lifts the cup of coffee to his mouth, taking a drink, watching me over the edge of the cup.
I pull one leg up on the counter, wrap my arm around my calf, and take a bite of my bagel, ducking my head and trying to hide my blush. When I woke up this morning with his arms wrapped around me, his breath brushing against the back of my neck, I smiled. I have always been happy—my life is full; my family is amazing—but waking up wrapped in his arms was a different kind of happiness. It was something that was only mine.
“I’ll be by the hospital to pick you up for lunch.”
“Pardon?” I say when I’m finally able to swallow the bite of bagel I had taken.
“Lunch, today.”
“You were serious about that?”
He closes the space between us and his hand cups my knee while his other hand wraps around the side of my neck. His thumb grazes the underside of my jaw and he lowers his mouth over mine, kissing me until I stop breathing.
“I’m very serious about this,” he says when his mouth leaves mine and his thumb runs over my bottom lip.
“It’s kind of hard to get away during the day,” I explain breathlessly.
“I’ll bring food. I’m sure you can step away for thirty minutes to eat.”
“I’ll try.”
He smiles then steps back, leaning against the counter and crossing one bare foot over the other.
“So, um…” My lips press together when I realize I have nothing to say, he smiles bigger and runs a hand over his hair, causing his abs to flex, making me fight myself when all I want to do is launch myself off of the counter and tackle him to the tile floor of my kitchen.
“Babe, stop looking at me like that.”
I take a large bite of my bagel to prevent myself from saying, ‘Or what?’ in hopes he will return with, ‘I will give you endless orgasms.’
“Be back,” he mutters when his phone starts ringing from somewhere in the house. I say a silent thank you to whatever god that is preventing me from acting like an idiot, finish my bagel, and hop off the counter to wash my plate and cup, then feed Taser and Juice.
“Is everything okay?” I ask when he comes back into the kitchen a few minutes later carrying his boots and shirt.
“That was Mic; he just got to the shop and someone broke out the front window,” he says as his jaw clenches. He drops his boots to the floor and pulls his shirt on over his head then drops his ass onto my kitchen chair to put his boots on.
“Listen.” He pulls me down to his lap and pushes the hair out of my face. “This is not on you, so get that out of your head and that look off your face.”
“Isn’t it though?”
“No,” he states firmly, squeezing my waist, and I go to stand up, knowing it’s pointless to argue with him, only to be pulled back down into his lap. His hand slides up into the back of my hair kissing me before standing us both.
“See you later, baby.”
“Later.” I say watching him shut the door behind him.