He climbs back onto the bed, settles between my legs, and kisses me again. This time it’s slow and deep as his hands roam my skin. He touches me like he’s memorizing me and mapping my responses. When his mouth goes to my nipple, I whimper. I didn’t know they were so sensitive. Each time he does it, the sensation shoots directly between my thighs. As if he can read my mind, he trails kisses down my stomach. I hold my breath, knowing what’s coming.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, his fingers hovering at the waistband of my panties. I swear there’s a slight tremor in his hand as he touches them.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him as I lift my hips in invitation. “Please, West.”
I know part of him is holding back because of what happened earlier, but I don’t need that. I just need him.
With one quick move, he removes my panties and tosses them aside. Then I’m under him, bare and exposed. I’m vulnerable, but I’m not afraid. I know West would never hurt me.
He kisses my ankle, my calf, and then the inside of my knee. He’s slowly working his way up with maddening patience while I squirm and make demands and then laugh at his teasing.
“West, please.”
“Shh, kitten. Let me enjoy this.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, almost where I need it most. I can feel how wet I am, and the aching has turned to a throb. The sensation is like being empty, and it’s taken over.
I’ve read about this, but the reality is much different. West Hayes is kneeling between my thighs, looking at me like I’m a meal he’s about to feast on.
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out as I fist the sheets. He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he’s savoring the taste. He lets out a low, hungry moan that vibrates through my core and makes my toes curl.
“West, I…”
I stop talking because I don’t know what I’m trying to say or what to even ask for. I only know that I need more. Something, anything, to ease the building pressure. Then his tongue circles my clit, and I nearly come off the bed. His hands grip my hips to keep me from moving as he keeps going.
West is relentless as he drives me higher with his tongue. Occasionally there’s gentle suction that makes me see stars because all I can do is lie there and take it. I’m panting as my hips try to buck against his mouth, but he doesn’t give me an inch.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, please, West.”
For a second I worry he’s ignoring me, but then he slides a finger, just one, inside me. The stretch feels incredible, but then he curls it while his tongue works my clit, and I come apart. I cry out his name as pleasure crashes through me in waves and I see stars.
West makes sure to milk the orgasm out of me until my legs shake and I become too sensitive. When that happens, he kisses his way back up my body, pausing at my breasts to suck each nipple into his mouth. My body responds before my mind can catch up, and I’m squirming again, filled with need.
“That was—” I say and then laugh. There’s no way to describe it, and I’m breathless with pleasure.
He grins against my throat, smug and pleased with himself. “Just getting started, kitten.”
“Good,” I say as I reach down and touch him through his briefs. He hisses out a breath, and his hips jerk against my hand. “West.”
He catches my wrist and brings it to his lips, kissing my palm. “Slow down, kitten. I know you’re a virgin.”
“Is that…is it okay?” If my cheeks weren’t already pink, they should be by now.
“Bellarose,” he says before kissing me, soft and sweet. “It’s more than okay. I’m honored. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“I know you will.” I trust him completely, which is strange and wonderful and terrifying all at once. “I want you to be my first.”
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
“So stop talking and do something about it.”
He laughs, full and delighted, and kisses me hard. Then he’s pushing off his briefs, and I get my first peek at him. I audibly swallow because he’s much, much bigger than I expected.
“Hey.” He cups my face, drawing my attention back to him. “We’ll go slow. You’ll tell me if it hurts. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, feeling relieved.
He positions himself between my legs, and I feel the press of him against my entrance. He feels hot and impossibly hard. He watches my face for any sign of discomfort as he slowly sinks inside of me. There’s a stretch and a small burn, but it’s not painful exactly, just intense. West is filling me with himself, and there’s so much of him.
“Okay?” he grits out. The muscles along his shoulders and neck are tense with the effort of holding back.
