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“That was...” he breathes, not able to finish his sentence before I chime in.
“Intense.”
He nods.
“I don't think I will ever get used to how incredible you look lying beneath me like this. Your skin flushed and sweaty. My dick buried deep inside of you.” He grinds his hips. “Fucking beautiful.” He leans down, his tongue trailing along my lower lip before slipping inside my mouth.
I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer to me, deepening the kiss but not rushing it. He continues to work slow sweeps through my mouth, his erection beginning to harden inside of me again.
Neither one of us moves for more. Instead, we stay tangled like that for what seems like an eternity, touching, tasting. It's the most exquisite feeling in the world, and I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in him like this forever.
It's here, in moments like this, that I remember how and why I love Westin as deeply and as unconditionally as I do. Such a strong powerful man, yet with me his vulnerability knows no bounds. He's not afraid to show himself to me, to show me what's in his heart.
The outside world doesn't matter. My father, our past, the conflicts, and barriers that prevent us from embracing the way we feel about each other. None of those things exist when we are here like this.
Eventually, Westin's kisses become more urgent, but he still keeps the pace slow and steady, his hips pushing forward in gentle, lazy strokes inside of me. The feeling is unlike anything I have ever experienced.
The speed of his thrusts allows me to feel everything. Every inch of his thick erection as it rubs my interior walls. Every stroke. Every nerve that it hits on its way in and out. Within minutes, I can feel the build and I know Westin can sense it too.
Pulling back to look at me, he stares into my eyes as he continues his slow assault, my body hanging by a mere thread beneath him.
“Let it go, Scarlett.” He pulls out and then enters me so slowly that once the build starts, I don't think it's ever going to stop.
My whole body tenses around him as my orgasm climbs higher and higher.
“That's it.” He groans the moment I explode around him. “That's it, baby.” He drops his lips to my ear as he continues moving inside of me.
“I want to feel you again, baby. Come for me again.”
Already I feel my nerves tightening at his words.
How is it possible to be so completely turned on and lost in another person that a single word can send your body spiraling and longing for more?
“You feel so good, Scar. So tight. Fuck.” He groans into my ear as his movements pick up slightly, establishing just enough rhythm that has me clawing at the flesh of his back and begging him for more.
“Harder, Westin.” I pant into his ear, not sure how much more my body can take, but not wanting to ever stop.
“No.” He kisses my lips gently before pulling back. “I want to feel you. All of you. I want to feel you tighten around me. I want to feel you pulse around my dick as you come again. Give me what I want, Scarlett,” he growls, continuing his movements, but still refusing to go any faster.
“Westin!” I cry out in frustration.
As much as I love the slow build working its way inside of me again, I also have an overwhelming need to have him throw me up against something and take me so hard I can't move for days.
“Give me what I want, Scarlett.” He increases his pace slightly. “Do you feel this?” he asks, dragging out of me slowly and then re-entering me at the same pace, going so deep I swear I can feel him in my belly.
“Yes,” I hiss, loving the feeling of being so full.
“Do you feel how badly I want you?” he implores, this time thrusting into me a little harder.
“Westin,” I cry out, feeling the build coming on so strong, I don't know how much longer I can fight it off. I've never gotten off more than a couple of times in a row and already my body feels so sensitive, every touch feels like too much. Every stroke inside of me feels too pressured. So pleasurable it's borderline painful.
“That's it, baby.” He knows that I’m on the verge of yet another orgasm. “I'm with you, Scar. Come for me, baby. Come. NOW!” he growls, spilling his release inside of me as my body convulses through my third orgasm.
I cry out so loud, my voice echoes off the walls around us. My body feels like Jell-O beneath Westin's hard frame, and I can hardly find the strength to move when he finally pulls out and climbs off of me.
He looks down at my naked form and laughs lightly. “I dare say I wore you out.” He smiles at me.
I peer up at him, groaning lightly. “I can't move,” I whine, lifting my arms toward him but dropping them back down to my sides in defeat.
