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“Weston,” I whisper, letting them fall open.
“That’s it, babe,” he moans. “Show me where you want my tongue. I bet you’re already soaking wet inside those pretty panties.”
Pushing my skirt up above my hips, he reaches for my panties, dragging the thin scrap of pink lace down to the floor.
“That front door better be locked,” I tease. “Because I don’t want Banjo to be scarred for life by watching me come all over your face.”
“He’s long gone.” Weston’s eyes glitter in the soft light as a smirk spreads across his face. “But I love it when you’re filthy.” Dipping his head, he takes one long, lingering lick.
Every moment we’ve been apart, I’ve thought about this. Craving it. I could let Weston worship my body for hours because I finally feel like I deserve it.
I deserve everything.
With each swipe of my tongue along my folds, shivers ricochet down my spine. My fingers reach for his hair, dragging my nails along his scalp in encouragement, but each little nibble, lick, and bite only further scrambles my brain.
“What do you want me to do next, needy girl?” he asks, dropping a kiss to my swollen clit.
Weston grabs me by my hips, drags my butt to the edge of the couch, then he takes my right thigh and lifts it onto his shoulder, giving him better access. He drapes my leg over and down his back. When he licks in just the right rhythm, my muscles twitch and my orgasm hurtles toward me.
“I am needy,” I spit out on a groan as I thrash and buck. “So, so needy. And you’re gonna fix it. Put your fingers inside me.”
He slides one of his long fingers inside my channel, then another. “Like this?”
“Wes,” I purr, my heel digging into the spot between his shoulder blades as my hips arch upward against his hand. “Please don’t stop.”
With a soft laugh, he tilts his fingers up, hitting that perfect angle that makes my toes curl and my eyes snap shut. Closing his lips around my aching clit, he sucks and my body explodes at once. As I pulsate around his fingers, my thighs clench his shoulders and my hands grip his hair and scalp. As the waves of pleasure overtake me, my cries ring out through our new apartment, echoing off the empty boxes. After a minute, I go still and limp, basking in the afterglow as Weston gently kisses his way along my thighs.
I giggle when he reaches the top of my knee. “You better not ever stop doing that. You’ve spoiled me.”
“Why would I ever stop doing that?” he asks. “You taste better than my homemade brownies.”
I ruffle his hair. “Until you, I never knew sex could be so amazing.”
He caresses his way down my leg. “That’s because we’re making love. It’s different.”
“But it’s always been like this, Weston. Even before we loved each other.”
His eyes narrow. “I think I loved you before I met you. I loved you in another life or something. I can’t explain it, Elowyn.”
“You don’t have to,” I say, knowing and understanding his words the moment they leave his mouth. “Now, more lovemaking. With a side of rough and feral like you used to be. Don’t ever lose that side of you, Weston.”
My fingers make quick work of his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans, and he groans in relief when I slide the clothing down over his hips, freeing his beautiful dick for my hungry gaze. God, it’s like I can’t get enough of him. I wonder if I ever will. I wonder if it will always be this way with us.
Because we have a soul connection that transcends the physical.
He strokes himself a few times and asks, “Did I hear you say the word feral?”
“That’s all for me?” I tease, barely grazing his length with the tip of my index finger.
“Okay, now you’re just pushing my buttons, bad girl,” he playfully snaps back, bringing a light kiss to my cheek. “And we both know what happens when you do that.”
“What’s gonna happen this time?” I ask, walking my fingers up his abs.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard and deep you’re not gonna be able to walk without a limp for three days. How about that?” he growls, standing and spreading my legs open.
Reaching between us, he guides himself inside. Instead of taking it inch by inch like he normally would, he’s true to his word and with one massive thrust, he fully seats himself against my pubic bone. I moan and lean back into the cushions.
It’s so good. Too good.
