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“Then sucking your dick,” she said. “Fuck me, Wes.”
His low chuckle brought fresh wetness to her pussy. “That seemed like an abrupt end to the story.”
“Maybe because if you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I’m gonna lose it,” she said.
His hands kneaded her breasts before one slipped down and cupped her ass cheek. “Patience, Eleanor.”
“I’ve been patient enough,” she said. “Time to give me the goods.”
His laughter washed over her. God, she loved it when he laughed. She needed to make it her mission to get him to laugh every day.
“Soon,” he said as he cupped her hips and turned her slightly, so she faced the light from the lamp. He traced his finger down the daisy vine to where it ended just above her right hip.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “It’s not finished.”
“Your tattoo?”
She nodded. “I want it to go over my hip and across my stomach and end in a circle around my belly button. But I had to use the money I’d saved to finish it to pay for car repairs instead.”
He slipped his hand around her to trace a circle around her navel. “It’ll hurt to get your stomach tattooed.”
“Tattooed along your spine isn’t exactly a walk in the park,” she said. “I’m tougher than I look, Wes.”
“I know, Butterfly.” He kissed her shoulder and palmed her ass before pushing her gently toward the bed.
“Finally.” She climbed onto the bed and laid on her back. “We’re getting to the good stuff.”
“Good stuff?” he said before pulling his shirt over his head. “What I just did to you in the hallway wasn’t good?”
Her gaze narrowed in on his perfect, beautiful chest. “It was incredible, but I really want to fuck you, Wes.”
He grinned and pulled off his socks, then reached for the button on his jeans. She sat up on her elbows, watching with studious concentration as Wes unbuttoned and unzipped. He shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs and stepped out of them.
She loved his lack of self-consciousness as he stood naked in front of her. She studied the gloriously thick shaft of his erect cock and the precum that slicked the head. Wes gripped his cock, and jealousy went through her when he gave himself a few long, slow pumps.
“That’s my job,” she said.
He just grinned and opened the bedside drawer to grab a condom. As he opened the package, she said, “Are you sure I can’t have a small taste, Wes?”
His nostrils flared, and he growled deep in his throat. “Later, Butterfly.”
She ignored her disappointment. She only felt this way because she was certain tonight would be it for them. Confident that Wes would come to his senses tomorrow morning and insist they were better off as friends only. She’d never have her chance to taste him.
“Are you sure?” she said. “I’m really good at it. Not to brag, but I have serious dick sucking skills. I’m like a Hoover.”
He laughed so hard, he had to stop rolling on the condom. “I’m sure you do, but I need to be buried in your sweet pussy, Eleanor.” He paused, his pupils narrowing to slits for a few seconds. “We both need that.”
He was talking about his lion, and a little shiver went through her. Not that she thought Wes was on the verge of insanity just because he wanted to fuck her so bad, but a small part of her liked how attached his lion was to her. Sure, it made her a bad person, but she wasn’t above using his lion’s obsession with her to her advantage. Not if it meant being with Wes.
You’re getting a little obsessed with him too. You know that, right? Not good, Eleanor. Wes isn’t into you the way his lion is, and if he convinces his lion that you’re not their mate, you’ll be left with a broken heart.
Wes knelt between her thighs, and she pushed away the negative thoughts. There would be plenty of time for those later. If this was her only time with Wes, she wanted to be fully present.
He studied her, his hands on her knees and a worried look on his face. “Are you all right?”
“Never better,” she said with a smile. “Let’s get this party started.”
He stayed where he was, that worried look deepening as he inhaled. “Butterfly, if this isn’t what you want -”
