“Okay. Well, then, I lusted after you the moment I saw you. Then I watched you closely. You were so cute and shy and… I fell in love. But, Tor, you really should have more confidence. You’ve got a ton to offer. And I don’t just mean your cute ass,” he said, trying to lighten the weight of his words.
I laughed and smiled, closing my eyes. I felt so lucky to be with him, that he would choose to be with me. It never escaped my thoughts that Wesley could have anyone he wanted. He said he loved me, but I was still insecure that one day he might change his mind.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“What? I didn’t hear you,” he answered.
“I love you,” I said again, a little louder.
“One more time?” he said, furrowing his brows and pointing to his ear.
I crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs, and leaned down close to his face. “I said, I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”
He ran his hands up and down my arms. “Just hearing you say that, with that face, we’re gonna have to do it again,” he said, turning his smile into a grin.
I looked down and felt Wesley against my thigh. I pushed into him, rubbing against his groin, and smiled. “Tell me about it.”
Wesley looked down and then grasped my hips. “Well, hop on. I’ll give you the ride of your life.”
I raised my hips and scooted up. I sat back on his thighs and brought my knees up. I tried to position myself as Wesley watched me with a sweet look. My face flushed and I looked to the side. “Help… me,” I whispered shyly.
Wesley slid his fingers from my backside, over my thighs, and between my legs. He held himself steady with one hand and felt for the entrance with his other hand. He told me to push down and I did, taking him in millimeters at a time.
My face and ears were hot and I felt embarrassed. I was on top before, but not like this. Wesley always did the moving and now he was waiting for me. It felt incredible as I slowly began to move up and down. Wesley watched me closely, his face intense and unbelievably sexy. My embarrassment ebbed as I moved with more confidence. Wesley brought his hand up and pulled on me gently. I squeezed my eyes shut as I was coming to climax and Wesley rubbed the tip with the palm of his hand, smearing precum all over me and his hand.
“Oh God, Wesley!” I came hard into his hand and soon after, he erupted within me. I slumped down, depending on Wesley to keep me from falling over. He was still inside me, and I heaved in breath as he held my head to his chest.
“You had one hell of an orgasm,” he said happily. I couldn’t even respond. Wesley lay back on the pillow and smiled. “Let’s stay like this forever.”
WE LAY in bed for hours, Wesley resting his head on my chest. He picked up my hand and held it to his. His fingers were a little longer than mine were, and thicker with large knuckles. He examined my fingers and wrist, my arm to my elbow, then looked at my chin, lips, nose, and eyes. “You’re incredibly beautiful. Did you know that?” he asked. He kissed me and then sat up. “I should probably get home.”
I sat up quickly and looked at his calm, handsome face. I told him that he didn’t have to go, that my mom would let him stay over.
“I’m gonna have to go home sooner or later,” he said. “I might as well get it over with.”
I watched him closely as he got out of bed and got dressed. He always found new ways to amaze me. If I was in his shoes, I would never be brave enough to go home. Wesley leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
“Don’t worry. It’s gonna be okay. I’ll make my parents understand, and if they don’t, well, you don’t have anything to worry about. I already told you; I’ll choose you no matter what,” Wesley said, patting my head as if I was a child. I didn’t mind, though. I needed to hear his reassurance and to feel his large hands protecting me.
Wesley left me at the door with a long kiss good night. I watched him walk down the stairs and out to the sidewalk. I noticed that his shoulders slumped under the yellow streetlight as he started walking home. My shoulders slumped too. I couldn’t imagine what Wesley was feeling. He was facing all the fears I had in my heart, and he did so with courage and pride. I thought about Mrs. Carroll and my stomach dropped when I thought of Mr. Carroll. How could I ever face them again? What face did I have to show?
I cleaned up in the bathroom and then stripped the sheets from my bed. I put on a fresh set and balled up the dirty ones. I hesitated, and then held the rumpled ball to my nose. It smelled like Wesley. It smelled like sex. It smelled like love. I grimaced. Would Wesley’s parents ever understand? Would they force him to break up with me? I fell on my bed and sobbed, hugging the lump of sheets like a teddy bear.
Alycia was spending the night at a friend’s house and Mom had to work until at least two. I felt alone, utterly alone with my fears, the way I felt every day before I met Wesley. His parents hated me now. Wesley was gonna dump me now. He said he loved me, but how could he choose me over his family? What choice was there?
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