Page 22 of Weston’s Treasure

The thick layers of material between them made it impossible for Weston to touch her the way he wanted.

“What do you need, honey?” he asked as he nibbled his way down her chest. Goddamn, she had great tits. Not too big, not too small, perfect handfuls. Firm, perky, and the best fucking nipples he’d ever seen.

“I don’t know,” she complained. Frustration and need laced her tone.

Weston knew exactly what she needed, he was just afraid he’d lose the last thread of his control if he gave it to her. He bypassed her gorgeous tits—going lower he licked a path down to her belly button and Silver’s legs unlocked and fell open, giving him much-needed room.

He didn’t ask when he unbuttoned her jeans, but his head did come up and when their eyes locked he was pleased to find she was on board with his new plan. Silver’s hand left his hair so she could lift her ass off the counter as Weston tugged her jeans over her hips and down her legs.

So much hunger and need shone from her hazel eyes it nearly took Weston to his knees. But in the end, it was the plea that did it.

“Please,” she begged, and his gaze left her face, traveled down the length of her body, his cock now in a constant state of pulsing, something he’d never in his life felt. He zeroed in on her pussy.

Fuck, she’s hot.

“Open your legs for me.” Silver didn’t delay complying with his demand and Weston wasted no time stepping between them.

His hand went between her legs, and he was wrong—she wasn’t hot, she was scorching. And so fucking wet with arousal she was dripping.

“Kiss me.” The words no sooner left his mouth then Silver’s was straining to follow his order. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues met, and he remembered something he’d forgotten. It was surprising he hadn’t remembered, then again with his head full of the sight of her wetness, maybe not. But right then, with Silver’s tongue gliding against his, he remembered—the woman could kiss. Weston had no idea how one moment she’d follow his lead, and then flawlessly she’d take over and take him where she wanted. She took everything she wanted and the results were spectacular. Without delay he teased her pussy, working two fingers inside of her.

He kept a perfect rhythm. Every time her tongue spiked out to brush his, he pushed in farther until she was bucking and groaning and her pussy was pulsing around his fingers.

“More?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

“God, yes,” she panted.

Weston added his thumb to her clit and gave her more.

“Wes—” she started to moan but the rest of his name died on her lips as she shuddered and her pussy clamped down.

Silver’s orgasm tore through her and Weston felt it, heard it, and couldn’t tear his eyes off her. Not for anything. Nothing could’ve made him stop watching. If it was possible, Silver looked even more beautiful, her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her face slack, her lips parted as she whimpered. Brilliant—all of it. He waited for her pussy to relax before he pulled his fingers free and finally tasted them.

“Taste good?” she whispered.

Her dirty question shot straight to his cock, it had been by sheer force of will he didn’t come. No, it had been a miracle and he knew it wouldn’t take but a touch for him to go off.

“Fuck yeah,” he answered, and lowered his mouth to hers, licking her bottom lip so she could share in the goodness.

“I think I should be embarrassed,” she said against his lips and Weston stiffened. “But I’m not.”

Thank fuck, because she had not one thing to be embarrassed about. The woman was crazy-sexy. Wild, unafraid, she lost all inhibitions and damn if that wasn’t hot.

Weston pulled her closer, his hands going to her ass, and he lifted her off the counter. Silver’s legs went around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked as he started to move through the kitchen.

“Taking you upstairs.”

“I can walk.”

“No doubt.”

He continued through the living room and made it to the stairs before she spoke again.

“Then why aren’t you letting me?”

“Don’t want to.”