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He did it again, slower this time, applying more pressure to my clit, and my hips bucked up off the couch. “More... please.”
And then his mouth, oh God, his mouth. He planted it over my clit again as his fingers made shallow thrusts, sucking, teasing, pulling me deep down under the abyss. Oh fuck, I was going to die. I was going to die just like this. With him sucking, licking, taking me to the edge, making me feel alive. Begging me to fall, begging me to come apart and give him what he needed from me.
I was so close to the edge and Westin sensed it, pushing me closer and closer. His fingers were driving me mad with pleasure as they thrust in and out of my wet core. His mouth making its way up and down my body, licking and sucking at all the most sensitive spots.
Just when I felt like I couldn't take any more, he pressed his thumb onto my clit one last time sending me over the edge. A wave of pleasure crashed over me like an exploding star in the night sky as I screamed out his name.
Westin kept going, intensifying my orgasm until finally it passed and he released me from his grip. He smiled down at me with a satisfied look on his face as if he had accomplished exactly what he had set out to do.
My body still trembled from the intensity.
I couldn't move. I was broken. Death by orgasm. Surely, this was why they called it la petite mort.
Westin rolled back on his heels and pulled a condom for his wallet.
I wish I could say I was patient. I wasn't. I reached for him, and he groaned. "Beauty, we need the condom. Just a second."
I watched in wonder as he rolled the latex on and studied him in awe. His length and thickness made my mouth water.
"You keep watching me like that and I'm not sure I'll last very long. Now come here." He sat on the couch and pulled me down, so I straddled his lap.
Westin adjusted my body, and the tip of his erection nudged my pussy. He dug his fingers into my hair, gently tugging me down for a kiss.
He slowly lowered me onto his cock as our lips met, his thick head pushing past my swollen lips, parting them wide. The pressure was intense and delicious as he stretched me. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and raised myself to his mouth. My chest pressed against his face, the rough stubble of his beard abrading my skin as his mouth branded me with gentle sucking and biting. All the while, his hands gripped my hips tight, pulling me down onto his cock over and over, filling me up inch-by-inch until he had filled me completely.
Westin's hips moved slowly at first, then he picked up his pace, like a gymnast showing off his skills. His body was strong against mine, and I held on tightly as he drove me to the brink of pleasure. He thrust in and out and back in again, his erection sliding against my inner walls and tantalizing my g-spot. I arched my back, eager for release again as Westin reached between us, stroking my clit with his thumb.
Just when I felt like I couldn't take anymore, Westin grabbed both my hands tightly in one of his own, anchoring them behind me as he continued to drive into me with powerful strokes that sent shockwaves of pleasure through every part of me. His grip on my hands was fierce as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me love. Let me see it." His deep voice was a soft growl in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I could feel the delicious pressure building and then suddenly it burst forth in a wave of heat that left me trembling and gasping for air. Westin followed shortly after, his hips jerking against mine as his orgasm crashed into him.
"Holy hell," I murmured as my body sagged against his.
"You, my love, will be the death of me. And I cannot wait," he murmured against my skin.
After easing out of me and heading to the loo to dispose of the condom, he came back, picking me up and taking me upstairs to bed. Pulling the sheets back, I slid in, and he followed, tucking the duvet around us. "Get some rest, Beauty. I think we have some making up to do when we wake up."
31
Westin
Nissa turned in my arms as sunlight streamed into the bedroom windows of the loft.
I couldn't think about her beauty or the love she poured forth to me last night. All I could think of was how I’d royally fucked this up.
But do you actually care?
Nope. Not one damn bit. I was fucking keeping her. Gabe, the team, hell, even Julian, would just have to deal with it.
Yeah, he'll deal all right.
And when she found out the truth? The whole charade was going to blow up in my face, and I didn't know if we would be left standing together when it was all said and done.
I was here to protect her.
She would understand.
I'd tried to fight it, but staying away from her was too difficult. Besides, we were inevitable. Maybe a part of me had always known that. But it was done now. Now that I had her in my arms, I couldn't let her go.
