“West!” She’s practically sobbing as I push on her stomach, bite her ankle, and fuck her as fast as I can, watching her begin to shatter.
“So beautiful when you come for me.”
Her eyes squeeze closed, and her back arches off the mattress.
“Eyes, Mae,” I grit out, shifting my hand so I can rub over her clit.
Her walls pulse around me, and she wails behind her palm. The second her eyes open, looking at me with devotion, I throw my head back, a moan ripping from my throat as my release fills her.
My head is thumping from the intensity.
As I regain my breath, I switch off the vibrator, then slowly pull out, discarding the toy to the floor, and fall over Maevyn’s stomach.
“Westley Andrews, you are something else,” Maevyn says asshe runs her fingers through my hair.
I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her ribs, then prop my chin on her stomach.
“And you’re everything I ever hoped for. I must have wished on all the right stars to have found you.”
She smiles softly, eyes shining in the flicker of candlelight. “Guess I stopped hiding long enough to be found.”
“I’m really happy you let me be the one.”
And I’m damn sure I’ll be the only.
39
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, right there.” My fingers tighten in Westley’s hair as he eats me out. I think this might be my new favourite way to be woken up.
His thumb rubs over my clit, while his tongue performs absolute filth between my legs, and his fingers thrust hard and fast inside of me. My body and mind can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure he wields. I grind up against him, chasing that moment of ecstasy I only feel with him. My muscles coil in tight as my legs squeeze around his head. I’m gasping and panting, until my mouth drops open in a silent cry and I feel my body implode.
As the orgasm begins to fade, I sink back into the mattress with a sigh. Westley plants kisses all over me as he travels up my body until he reaches my lips. I kiss him back, tasting myself on him.
Cupping his jaw, I throw a leg around his back and push until he’s beneath me. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum as I rock over him.
He groans, squeezing my hips. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
“Don’t you want me to take care of you, too?” I swivel my hips, running my arousal over him.
“I’m pretty satisfied with the meal I just had,” he says, licking his lips, while he helps guide my hips.
I love the way Westley looks at me. The way hewantsme. Not just in a sexual manner, though it does put an extra springin my step knowing how attracted he is to me. But in all the little ways he touches me when I’m near him, the things he does to make my day easier. He makes me feel less alone when I didn’t even realise I was lonely. I was familiar with the idea of love, had seen it in movies, in people I passed in the street. I pushed away the possibility of what I thought was simply someone to do things with. Go on holidays, make plans, build dreams… a family. I didn’t feel alone because I was happy with what Aurora and I had. My little girl is my best friend. And when I think about my childhood, I’m proud of how far I’ve come.
But every now and then, that pang of hurt hits me, and I realise I’ve always pushed away that opportunity to know what it felt like to fall in love. Real, romantic love that makes your heart race and cheeks hurt. But it’s usually followed by the reminder of all the ways my dad was my mum’s downfall. Love had wronged her. Love had made her too weak to fight back and realise she was worth more. And for as long as I can remember, that was what made me weak, too. I didn’t know love. In holding myself back, I let myself believe I was just as weak as my mother.
Westley has shown me that being soft and vulnerable isn’t the same as being weak. And just because my parents made mistakes doesn’t mean I’m destined to repeat them. If anything, I have more power to overcome them.
“But I want to take care of you,” I say, guiding his cock to my entrance and sliding down.
Westley watches where we’re connected, eyes filled with desire. “Don’t let me stop you from doing what you want.”
I rise up onto my knees, rolling my hips as I take every inch of Westley’s hard cock. My head drops back with a sigh as I fuck myself on him, slow and deep.
“God. You’re a fucking vision,” Westley says, squeezing my hips as he snaps up to meet my thrusts.
My hands come up, running over my breasts and pinching my nipples. I sigh at the decadent way another orgasm builds. Westley’s hands run up my back, pushing me until I fall forward.
His mouth meets mine as we roll over, still moving into each other slowly. When I’m on my back, my arms circle Westley’s neck, and I feel like we’re in our own little bubble. His mouth travels down my neck until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, hitching my leg over his hip so he can go deeper.
