“You want to come, baby?” I asked.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Anything for you.”
I let go of her wrists but instructed her to keep her hands up, and she willingly listened. Juliette normally didn’t like to do things my way—but when we were intimate, it was another story. I began to peel off her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it down on the floor.
I nearly came right then and there. My cock, pressing against my sweatpants, was hard and aching for release. Aching for her.
Juliette Campbell was a fucking knockout. Long legs, curvy hips, full breasts. I shook my head in utter amazement as I took her in. “Oh, baby, I’m going to take my time with you.”
She let out a breathy laugh, her smile widening at my words. With one hand tightly gripping her hip, the other moved between her legs. I dipped my head to where her shoulder met her neck and kissed slowly while rubbing her clit. Juliette arched her back, finally lowering her hands to grip my shoulders. I loved the feeling of her nails digging into my skin and couldn’t fucking wait to feel her drag them down my back.
I slipped two fingers inside her, and her head immediately fell back with a moan, eyes fluttering closed.
“Oh, fuck.”
My fingers moved in a steady rhythm. I wanted to know what she liked, what she needed. I wanted to, eventually, make her come instantly. I wanted to know her body like the back of my hand.
She tightened around my fingers.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
Juliette moved one of her hands to her breast, tugging and toying with her nipple as she whimpered, “So close.”
I dipped my head to her other breast, sucking a nipple between my teeth, which got a cry out of her.
“Wes!”
I sucked harder and my fingers moved faster as her body responded to me.
It didn’t take her much longer after that to finish, her body rocking against my hand and cries of pleasure leaving her lips as her orgasm racked through her.
I pulled my fingers out, sucking them clean with a groan.Fucking delicious.“I could taste you every damn morning and never get tired of it.”
Not giving her a chance to calm down from her high, I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and giving her ass a firm smack.
“I told you I wanted to fuck that pretty pussy in my bed. And, baby, I’m a man of my word.”
33
JULIETTE
Was this real life?Because before last night, I had no idea orgasms like that existed.
I also had no idea Wesley Richards had such a dirty mouth. Pretty sure I could come from his words alone.
He made me feelsosexy. Like any woman, I had my insecurities in the bedroom. Was I too loud, too needy, did it take me too long to orgasm?
But I didn’t feel the need to pretend with Wes. I felt safe with him. Safe to be myself.
And it helped that he literally couldn’t take his eyes off of me. Pretty sure the house could be burning down and he wouldn’t notice.
He tossed me with ease onto the bed, and I landed with a grin. I bent my knees and leaned back to watch him.
My core was already aching for him again, and I needed to see him. All of him. I’d gotten a look at his muscular build when we were on the boat. But this was different.
This was for my eyes only.
