Page 56 of Swift and Saddled

Him. I needed him.

I sat up and brought him with me so we were upright and tangled in each other. I scraped my nails over his back and knotted my fingers in his hair. He kept one hand on my ass and unclasped my bra with the other. The sensation of the straps falling down my arms made me want to scream.

He made everything feel like too much. Or just enough. I didn’t know.

I was naked now, and getting wet, but Wes wasn’t in any hurry. He kept kissing me and touching me and letting me roll my hips on his jeans. After a few minutes, he flipped me onto my back again. He stood up, and I reached for him. “One second, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s time for these to go.” He unbuttoned his jeans, and I could see the veins in his forearms as he pulled them down and stepped out. I could see his dick straining against his briefs. It looked like the foreplay makeout session had worked for both of us.

“Briefs too,” I breathed. He flashed me a roguish smile and I might have been able to orgasm from that alone. It shot heat all the way through me. But he did what I said. He stood at the edge of the bed and pumped his length a few times as he looked at me lying naked before him. My mouth watered.

“You’re magnificent,” he whispered reverently. Normally, that would make me want to cover up and run away, but not with Wes. Instead, I preened under his praise, I basked in his sunlight.

He was back on top of me now, kissing me harder and with more urgency. His cock slid against my pussy and both of us gasped. He started moving his hips, and I met each ofhis thrusts. “Fuck, Ada,” he breathed. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me,” I said. With that, he brought one of my hands to his dick. I wrapped it around his length and pumped. He moaned. I did it a few more times and the arms that were holding him steady above me started to shake. I loved watching the effect that I had on him. It made me confident. It turned me on.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said as he pulled my hand away. “Can I touch you now? Please, god, let me touch you.” Underneath him, I spread my legs more, inviting him to do exactly what he wanted. “Tell me I can,” he breathed.

“You can touch me,” I said. Wes wasted no time in sinking one of his fingers into me and I gasped. I could feel how wet I was—I could hear it, too, as he pumped his finger in and out of me—adding a second one after a few thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, Ada. You feel so perfect,” he said. “I want to make you come on my fingers, like I would’ve in the kitchen.” His thumb rubbed against my clit as his fingers moved, and I jerked. He smiled, knowing he was on the right track. His fingers curled inside me, and I jerked again. “Be good,” he said as he brought his other hand to my hips, holding me down.

His long fingers were hitting a spot inside me that my small ones couldn’t reach, and holy fuck, this man was going to do exactly what he said and make me come on them. He kept going, not slowing down, not speeding up, he kept a steady pace and I felt my orgasm starting to build. It felt foreign and overwhelming and wonderful.

I started to pant. “Wes,” I moaned.

“Fuck,” he said. “That’s right, sweetheart. Let go. Let me see you come apart.” My body started to thrash, but Wes held my hips in place. His fingers hit that spot inside me one more time, thunder boomed, and I fell over the edge.

“Oh my god,” I moaned as the orgasm rocked my body. Wes didn’t let up, he kept doing exactly what he’d done to bring me to the edge. My hips bucked, and I grabbed on to a pillow behind me—needing something to hold on to or else I felt my body would float away.

As I came down, Wes’s fingers slowed. He leaned over me to kiss me, and I could feel his cock against my thigh. Long, thick, and rock fucking hard. When he pulled away, he brought his fingers to his mouth and closed his eyes, as if savoring the taste, and I felt myself blush.

Fuck.

“I want you,” I said, clutching at his shoulders. “I want to feel your cock inside of me, please. I need more.” Wes brought his mouth down to mine again and kissed me firmly. I could taste myself.

“I haven’t done this since my last physical,” he said. “I don’t have any STIs, but I do have condoms.”

“I’m all clear too,” I said. I got tested right after the divorce. “But I would feel more comfortable if we used a condom this time,” I said honestly. I’d never had sex without one—even when I was married.

Wes kissed my temple and nodded. “You got it. Don’t move,” he said as he got up and crossed the room to his dresser. I saw him pull out a box and then a foil package before he walked back and knelt on the edge of the bed. Iwatched him hungrily as he tore the package open with his teeth and started to roll the condom down his length.

He was watching me watch him. Everything with him felt so charged. Once the condom was in place, he crawled back up my body slowly, deliberately, kissing, licking, and sucking along the way. When he slotted his dick at my entrance, I was already panting again.

Everything about him did it for me.

“Is like this okay?” he asked, and I nodded eagerly. I didn’t want to wait another second. When he slid the head of his cock inside me, it was like all of my bones melted. “Ada,” he said as he slowly worked himself in, “I think you were made for me.” It was a tight fit, so he worked slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in a little farther each time.

I was shaking beneath him, and I could see sweat on his forehead. When he was all the way in, he collapsed against my neck. “Fuck,” he groaned, kissing me there, “just give me a second.”

I could feel his heartbeat, and I knew he could feel mine—it was kicking so hard against my ribs I thought they might break.

Finally Wes started to move, and the world stopped. He started slow, thrusting in and out of me at an easy pace. It felt so good. “I’ve imagined what it would feel like to be inside you a million times,” he moaned. “My dreams don’t even come close.”

He started to pick up the pace. I clutched at his back, his hair, his ass—anywhere I could get my hands on. I wanted to touch all of him.

“Wes,” I moaned. “This is so good.” My voice was almost unrecognizable to my own ears.

“Say my name again,” he demanded.

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