Page 54 of Full Circle

He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m gonna need a minute,” Wesley admitted.

Yearning burned in my lady parts again, a small sign that while my head might be in the wrong space, my body still wanted to be a normal sixteen year old girl driven by her hormones. I tried to listen to his advice and turn my brain off as I gingerly stepped forward and wrapped my hand around the shaft.

“Or I could help,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” Wesley asked eagerly.

I nodded quickly. It was time for me to give Wesley just as much as he always gave me.

My favorite megawatt smile returned. “C’mon,” he said, taking my hand. “We’ll go inside.”

Wesley hit the button to darken his window panes as soon as we stepped inside, which left only the string lights over his bed to illuminate anything. It made the entire atmosphere shift to something far more intimate and romantic again. With the press of a button on the tablet that controlled the room, his surround sound speakers began to softly play “Crash My Party” by Luke Bryan. I knew without asking that Wesley chose that song on purpose given the lyrics promised that the man was always willing to drop everything for the woman whenever she needed.

Ever so gently, Wesley dragged the towel around my body down until it dropped in a pool at my feet. His hands were warm as he began to caress my breasts, pinching my hard nipples so that I yelped and then giggled. That was all it took for me to draw him to me, grabbing his firm ass to press his groin tightly against my belly button. We could have been fused into one person and it still wouldn’t have been enough for me. Our mouths clashed, tongues warring for control. Wesley reached around my thighs again to lift me up around his waist and deposit me on the bed.

I got up on my knees, shaking my finger in his face. “Nope,” I insisted. “Now it’s my turn!” Pointing at his pillows, I raised my eyebrows in challenge.

The megawatt smile returned. “Lovebug, we can role play where you’re in charge any time you want.” He did as I commanded, however, laying down with his head in his hands and his long legs extending around me.

Wesley would always be cocky enough for the both of us. It would never matter how shy I felt.

I had about as much experience handling a boy’s dick as I did sailing around the world. Wesley’s, therefore, looked particularly impressive to me, long and pink, with a dark purple vein running along the bottom of the shaft. I knew logistically that whenever we had sex, it would somehow fit inside of me, but I had no idea how to physically make that happen without rearranging my organs. As much as I wanted to experience everything with Wes, his cock was a little too intimidating at present.

Instead, I leaned down and ran my tongue along the exposed vein, tasting his skin for the first time. Wesley’s sharp inhale told me I caught him off guard.

Good.

Emboldened by his reaction, I started swirling my tongue, trying to remember all the tips and tricks from the ridiculous Cosmo articles Maggie read as her bible. When I got to the head, the salty, sticky consistency surprised me. I kind of liked the tanginess, though, and wrapped my lips around the mushroom head, popping them off with a smack.

Wesley was so rigid he resembled a corpse. His expression was a cross between blissful and tormented, his lips a thin line while his blue eyes were dilated to almost black. I raised an eyebrow to him in question.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he said, “but this feels so good and I don’t want to blow my load after 90 seconds of a blowjob.”

Laughter erupted from my chest, though I tried to stifle it with my hands. For all his embarrassment, Wes joined in.

“There’s no way I’m good at this!” I giggled.

“Celeste, it’s you. The girl I love has my cock in her mouth, and holy fuck do you look sexy as hell doing it. No matter what, you’re gonna rock my world six ways from Sunday.” The sincerity in his tone left no room for argument.

A surge of warmth spread through my body and the wetness returned between my thighs. I allowed my jaw to relax as I wrapped my mouth around Wesley’s shaft again. I only got about halfway down before my gag reflex kicked in, but I let some of my saliva pool down farther. Using my hand, I cupped the base of his cock, letting my saliva act as a lubricant and repeated the motion with my mouth on the top half. As I got used to the movements, I gained momentum, noting that each time I was able to take him just a little further down my throat.

Wesley let out a series of whimpers, biting down onto his fist at one point as though he wanted to muffle the sound. He pulled my hair back from my face, watching me with eyes so blown out from lust I could no longer see the blue in his irises. Seeing his reaction was so damn sexy and intoxicating that I reached down and started rubbing my clit with the hand not on his cock to try and relieve some of the pressure.

As soon as I started touching myself, Wes lost it. “Oh, fuck me, Celeste! I’m gonna cum!” he shouted.

The shot of cum that filled my mouth was fast and salty and…gross. It hit the back of my throat, stimulating my gag reflex worse than Wesley’s cock ever had, and without thinking, I leaned over the side of the bed and spit it all out, sputtering like a drowning victim.

Thankfully, Wesley let out a breathy laugh. “That bad, huh?”

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I sheepishly smiled. “Just unexpected. Not sure that I like the taste.”

He nodded. “Next time we’ll have a towel ready.”

His confidence made me snort. “’Next time?’”

Sitting up, Wes cupped my face with both hands. “Celeste, when are you going to stop questioning our future? I love you and you love me, and I’m never going to let anything come between us.”

I tried to shake my head, but he wouldn’t let me. “We’re only sixteen. Nobody finds their soulmate as a child.”

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