“You’re taking your sweet time, huh?” I asked, raising a brow. The patience of this man was insane.
He only grinned, likely loving the torture he was putting me through.
Wes pushed his sweatpants down his strong, muscular thighs before he did the same with his boxers.
Oh, god.
“Wes—” My jaw dropped. “That’s not going to fit.” I audibly gulped, and Wes laughed. Helaughed!
“Oh, baby, it’ll fit,” he said with another chuckle. “You can take it.”
He pulled his shirt off last, revealing his sculpted muscles and a smattering of chest hair. The golden sunlight streaked through the windows, illuminating him.
I needed him, and I needed him now. “I’m on the pill,” I said slowly. “And… It’s been a while for me, but I got tested after my last partner.” My mouth watered as my eyes slowly trailed him. “I… I want to feel you.”
“It’s been a while for me, too, and I got tested afterward. I haven’t been with anyone since.” Wes paused. “Are you sure?
“I’m sure. I want you like this.” I nodded, spreading my legs for him as another way of confirming. I trusted him and the connection we’d built. I wasn’t sure where it would lead—I didn’t want to think about that right now—but I knew what I wanted in this moment. I wanted him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “If at any point you change your mind, tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
He hovered over me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his thick cock. He slowly pushed inside me, his forehead pressed against mine.
“You feel like you were made for me.” He started to move his hips, slowly at first but then gradually picking up speed once I got used to his size. “Do you feel how perfectly we fit, baby?”
My lower back arched off the bed, pushing my hips into him as my hands found his back. I dragged my nails down, getting a low groan of “Juliette” from him. His voice sounded desperate, strangled, and that’s exactly how his motions felt, too. Like he had to have me.
“How do you like to be fucked, baby?” he murmured against my ear while his hips continued to move steadily, filling me up to a hilt.
“I… I like…” I stammered. How was I supposed to form complete sentences? I felt him smirk. “This feels good, really good, but you can be rougher with me. I also like,” I said on a breath, “being on my knees.”
He hummed, slowing his hips and leaning back. “You’ll tell me if I’m too rough?” His expression was serious. It wasn’t lost on me how considerate Wes was, putting me first and making sure everything felt good for me. Letting me know I was the one in control. I hadn’t had that experience with a man in the bedroom before, and it made me realize what I’d been missing. And that my standards weren’t too high—I just hadn’t been picking the right men.
“I’ll tell you. I promise.”
His jaw clenched, eyes dark with desire as his gaze raked over my body. I could tell he was thinking about all the ways he could have me, because as I looked up at him, that’s exactly what I was thinking about, too.
“Well, get on your knees, then.”
The loss of his cock when he pulled out was brief, because he quickly flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees, facing the headboard.
He gripped my hips—hard—and pulled me back on his cock. He slipped inside with ease, and the pressure between my legs felt so damn good. His chest was pressed against my back as hefucked me from behind, my pussy aching and clenching around his cock.
I was close already. So close. I just needed?—
He reached around, using one hand to stimulate my clit while the other wrapped around my throat, adding the right amount of pressure.
“Wes, I’m so, so close.”
“Good, baby. Come for me. Want to feel you come all over my cock.”
I chanted his name, the pressure building between my legs and the heat flaring in my lower belly. I closed my eyes, focusing only on Wesley: his cock, his fingers, his hot breath against my neck.
It was enough to send me over the edge. My body trembled as my orgasm took over, cries of pleasure leaving me.
It sent Wes over the edge, too. He let out a low groan, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly as he finished inside me. Whatever world we were currently living in was where I wanted to stay.
