The warm, comforting weight of him settles over me, his hips held between my thighs as his mouth takes in a nipple. He explores the barbell carefully with his tongue, running a hand up my side and pinching my other nipple.
His hard cock pushes against my sensitive, needy pussy, and fuck, I want more.
I run my hands up and down his back before putting a finger under his chin, encouraging his attention up to me.
He comes off my nipple with a pop and a glint in his eyes that I’m claiming for myself.
“I want you inside me,” I plead.
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You know I’ve had a vasectomy, but I can wear protection if you want. I’ve been tested since my last partner, and it’s been a while,” he says bashfully.
“I’ve been tested too. I’m all good. I’ve never not used a condom.” I feel my cheeks fill with heat. “I really want to feel you. All of you. If that’s what you want, too?”
“I really do,” he says gently. I can tell this means just as much to him as it does to me, the emotion thick in his words.
I wrap my hands behind his neck and bring his mouth to mine, etching my devotion against him like a tattoo.
West matches my urgency as he reaches down and pulls my legs around his hips, and his hard dick slips against my pussy. Just that one touch has me sighing with need.
He gently rocks against me as a hand trails up my side, then laces through my fingers and pushes our joint hands above my head. I feel his other hand reach through my legs as he guides his dick through my arousal, slightly pressing inside teasingly before gliding up and down, coating himself in me. The next time he does it, he holds himself there and then pulls away from my lips to look me in the eyes. With an ease that would almost be cruel if it didn’t feel so good, he pushes inside me.
He holds himself as deep as he can while I relax, letting myself adjust to him. His other hand finds mine, and he shifts so they’re both above my head now, squeezing firmly as he withdraws to the tip then rolls his hips, thrusting all the way back in and commanding a coarse groan from my throat.
I match West’s movements, letting my clit grind against him as our bodies gently crash together. My hands flex and squeeze around his, and my legs lock tighter around his back, pulling him as close as possible.
“You feel so good.” I gasp as he starts to pick up the pace, fucking me harder.
“You feel incredible,” West says, matching the ardency of his admission with the way he slams his mouth to mine.
I lift my head, chasing him for more, nipping his lips and soothing them with my tongue. He catches it with his own, stroking inside my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, and his hands loosen from mine to slip under my arched back, coiling around me so he can move faster. Deeper.
My nails scratch down his back as I bite into his neck to stop myself from screaming. His stuttered groan is the last thing I hear before it feels like the world around me freezes. I’m weightless. Numb. And then… fireworks. Ecstasy explodes through every cell, met with Westley’s cries muffled into my neck.
West rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m lying on top, his cock still inside me. My head rests against his chest, listening to the symphony of his beating heart, while his fingers trail my spine.
I close my eyes, content to stay just like this. “Can you stay?”
“You want me to?” West asks, still stroking my back.
“Yeah. I don’t want you rushing off. This isn’t just a hookup.” I cross my arms over his chest, resting my chin on top to look at him. “This means something to me.”
He smiles. “This means a lot to me, too. I have to leave early for work, but maybe it’s better if Aurora doesn’t find out by seeing me sneak out?”
“She’ll still be sleeping by the time you leave.” I trace patterns through his chest hair. “I’ll tell her when she wakes up.”
“Really? You want to tell her right away?”
I chuckle. “I told you when we were driving to the wedding. My daughter and I are a package deal. I keep enough from her.”
“Hey.” He tilts my chin up with a finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You can tell me whatever you want when you’re ready. But I want you to know, you can trust me with anything.”
“I know.” I press a kiss to his lips, then press off his chest, but he grips my hips quickly.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to pee,” I say, and he releases me, and I rush over to the bathroom to do my business and clean up.
