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I sat up and got rid of my shirt and bra, too. Wesley’s eyes roamed my body, taking in the sight of me as if he was committing it to memory. He slid his hands down my sides, tracing my curves, and I shivered under his touch despite the immense heat that turned the room into a sauna.
Slowly, I worked my way down his body. I planted kisses on his hips and along his V-line. His body was perfect. It was like he’d been chiseled by the angels… which I guess wasn’t far from being true, if angels had something to do with shifters existing at all.
When I reached the waistband of his pants, I pulled it down, and his cock sprung free, hard and eager.
I sucked the head into my mouth without wasting any time. Wesley groaned, clenching his stomach so that his muscles were tight and delicious, and he pushed his hands into my hair. His fingers ran over my scalp, back and forth as I stroked him in and out of my mouth, and he growled in pleasure.
I bobbed my head up and down faster and faster, reaching for his balls. I massaged them carefully while I sucked on him, and Wesley gripped my hair tighter, encouraging me to do more.
I did what he asked.
“Danna,” he said in a breathy voice and curled his body up again. I lifted my head.
“Not yet.”
I moved up his body, kissing him once and another time on his stomach and chest before I kissed him on the lips.
Wesley held onto me and rolled me over so that I was underneath him. I yelped with the sudden motion, but he kissed me, swallowing my cry of surprise, and I lost myself in the feel of him on top of me, his large, muscular body grinding against me.
His cock was hard and so close to my core, so close to slipping into me, but he didn’t give me what I wanted yet. Instead, he kissed his way down my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and nibbling. When he reached the delicate skin of my breasts, he nipped the skin. It sent a burst of pleasure through my body, and Wesley glanced up at me, eyes filled with hunger.
He maintained eye contact when he sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I whimpered, pleasure running through my body and straight to my core like electricity. His other hand cupped my breast, and he balanced me between his mouth and his hand, igniting a flame within me.
As he kissed and massaged and sucked and kneaded, he coaxed that flame into a roaring furnace, and I trembled with pleasure.
“Wesley,” I breathed. I drank in his attention to my breasts, relishing in how gentle he was with me, how he worshiped me.
Wesley alternated between my breasts, working me up into a frenzy. When he moved to the other nipple again, he pushed his hand between my legs and let out a soft cry.
He dipped his fingers into my wetness and growled into my mouth.
“Do you have any idea how fucking fantastic you feel?” he asked in a deep voice.
He didn’t let me answer. He pumped his fingers into me, and what would have been a response came out as moans and cries and heavy breaths. I squirmed on the bed and ran my hands onto his back, kneading the thick muscles there that rippled and moved as he held me at his mercy.
He grunted and groaned as he pleasured me, and he pushed me to orgasm.
I ached for a release—I wanted him to take me to the edge and push me over, letting me fall into the delicate blue of the flame that he’d ignited within me. My need for him burned me up, my ache for him to fill me, to complete me, consumed me.
Wesley pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed it while he stroked his fingers into me. He moved between my nipples, and I let out a moan as he brought me to the edge, leaving me teetering there. My breathing had become erratic gasps and moans, and between my cries and whimpers, I pleaded for a release.
He moved his hand harder and faster, letting go of my nipples so I could focus on one sensation at a time, and I toppled over into an orgasm. Pleasure rolled over me, and I moaned loudly, failing to keep quiet as the pure ecstasy took me to a different plane. The orgasm reached its peak, and I was breathless, my body curled toward Wesley on the bed.
His tongue slid along my lower lip before he kissed me, and I nipped at his lip as the aftermath warmed me from the inside, spilling over me in a sex flush that covered my body.
Wesley let go of me and moved away. I lay on the bed and shivered and trembled in the aftermath of the orgasm. I heard him find a condom and put it on, and he returned to me.
He crawled over me, his large body pinning me down again, and he planted a kiss on my lips that was so sensual, I could lose myself in it forever.
He positioned himself between my legs, and I wrapped them around his thighs. He slid his tongue into my mouth for a moment, kissing me, and slid into me.
I moaned into his mouth, and when he broke the kiss, my moan turned into a cry.
He was thick and large inside of me, filling me up, stretching me to accommodate his size. He rocked his hips back and forth, slowly at first, and the feeling was incredible. I whimpered softly with need as he stroked in and out of me.
He picked up his pace, rocking his hips faster and faster, and his sex drove my breath in and out of my lungs in the same rhythm so that my moans matched how he bucked his hips.
Wesley clenched his jaw, his brows knitting together as he pounded into me with increasing vigor. The look on his face was that of pure pleasure, and it mirrored what I was feeling.
