“Take off your shirt,” I said quietly, gazing down at his chest. He obeyed silently, smirking, knowing my fascination with his chest and the way he took off his shirt. I watched slack-jawed as he pulled his shirt over his head, then off his arms, and he chuckled at my gaping stare. I didn’t know why, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“You ready?” he asked, noticing the erection that he was fully responsible for.
I nodded and stepped off the bed. I let my jeans drop to the floor while Wesley pulled his jeans off and tossed them aside. He got up on his knees and stretched his hand out to my face. His fingers were hot on my cheeks and I turned my head, drawing two fingers into my mouth and sucking on them. He pulled his hand back and replaced it with a warm kiss, pulling me down on the bed.
“Wait. Wait. We have to take it slow, so you don’t hurt yourself,” I said, looking down at his stomach and the four small cuts. The one by his belly button had bruised, but the others only had scabs over the incisions. I crawled over him and straddled his thighs, pushing him back on the bed.
Wesley gazed at me with glassy eyes, pushing his hand under the hem of my shirt, and I reached to the nightstand for the tube of lotion.
“Get me ready,” I said, pressing the tube in his hand. I raised my hips and Wesley flipped the top and squeezed some of the lube over his fingers. “Better use more than usual since it’s been a while,” I said, leaning over him to part my legs more. Wesley took that as an invitation and kissed me wantonly as he pushed his hand between my thighs and circled the ring with his greased finger. My entire body tensed, and I tried not to rock against his fingers. As much I preferred the real thing over being fingered, it was enough to almost make me come and I had to concentrate to keep that from happening. I kissed Wesley and then leaned back, easing myself down slowly and with a little discomfort. I squeezed my eyes shut, and my legs trembled as I impaled myself. Wesley kept one hand behind me, bracing me as I brought my backside down on him until I felt his balls. He slipped his hand to the front and grasped on to me and I moved up and down in rhythm with his slow strokes. I gasped for breath as I began to thrust my hips in earnest, and I glimpsed Wesley’s wild, sexy face in the throes of passion. I bit my lip hard, drawing a small amount of blood, and the metallic taste on my tongue aroused me even more.
“Oh God, Wesley!” I cried, pressing my hands down on his chest for leverage as I bounced on his lap.
Wesley grunted feverishly and looked in my eyes as he shot into me like a volcano, and seconds later, I climaxed in his hand with a cry and a whimper. I settled my body down against Wesley’s, gasping and panting and holding my breath long enough to give him a short kiss.
We remained as we were, locked in the closest union, savoring the tingling dissipation of orgasm in our bodies. Wesley ran a hand through my hair to the back of my neck, around my ear, and then followed my jawline until he cupped my florid cheek in his palm. He looked long into my eyes and a small smile turned his lips.
“I love you,” he said quietly, plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I love you too,” I answered with a shy smile that made my chest burn with indescribable happiness.
“Tor, kiss me,” he murmured, still touching my cheek.
I leaned close and kissed him lightly, barely touching our lips. Another kiss and then a third before our tongues met lasciviously in a long, deep kiss that made my toes tingle. I felt a stirring below me and pulled away from his alluring lips.
“Again? Already?” I asked with a smirk. I was partly surprised and impressed, but mostly turned on.
Wesley looked me over with lustful eyes and rubbed his hands up and down my thighs. “I’ve had to wait two weeks. Do you really need to ask?”
Chapter 43
WESLEY SAT on the sofa watching TV with his feet up on the coffee table. I sneaked up behind him and blew lightly in his ear. He batted his hand at the sensation and I giggled, giving up my presence.
“Mornin’,” he said, looking up at me.
“Morning, my ass. It’s past noon,” I answered, leaning to kiss him upside down. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You were sleeping so good. Besides, I just got up too,” he said, crossing his ankles.
I leaned my elbows down on the back of the sofa and stared at Wesley’s profile. He really was handsome, even with his hair pointing in every direction (and not on purpose). “Anything you wanna tell me?” I mused aloud with a smirk on my lips.
“Can’t think of anything,” Wesley said, scratching his head. “Happy Monday?”
“Anything else?” I asked, bouncing my knees into the back of the sofa.
“Hmm. It snowed a little last night,” he said, suppressing a grin. He glanced back at me and smiled, showing his teeth. “I’ll say it if you kiss me.” I leaned down and pecked his cheek, his stubble tickling my lips. Wesley looked at me with a frown, and then grasped the back of my neck with his large hand. “Happy birthday, Tor,” he said and kissed me ravenously. He let go of my lips and then my neck, and sat up straight on the sofa. “Want some breakfast?”
“No!” I shouted, lifting my hands over my head. “Presents! I want my present!”
Wesley laughed like he was choking and then nodded.
