He made me feel useless, unlike Wes.

Wes makes me feel treasured. Adored.

He removes my clothing like he’s unwrapping the best gift of his life. His eyes roam over my body like he can’t get enough.

I lean forward, wanting his lips pressed against mine. “Kiss me, please,” I breathe out in a whisper.

“Your wish is my command.” He closes the distance between us, closing his mouth over mine as he lays me back against the mattress, his broad body hovering above mine.

Sure, I've had sex many times with my ex… but it was never like this. It was never this intense.

In fact, Wes holds me in a way that shows me he cares for me.

“Your lips taste so fucking sweet,” he whispers as he pulls away. “I wonder if the rest of you tastes just as sweet.” His eyes roam over my body and the need to cover up overwhelms me.

But I don’t, because I enjoy his eyes on me. No one’s ever looked at me like this. Ever.

He presses kisses down the column of my throat, across my collarbone, travelling even lower. I still as he reaches my breasts, his tongue poking out to swipe across my pert nipple. I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. I need more of this man.

His hands envelop my body, tracing his fingers over every curve. “I need to taste you.” He continues peppering kisses over my heated skin as he makes his way further down my body.

“What do you mean?” My mind races as I prop up on my elbows.

“I mean,” he yanks me closer by my thighs, his body between my spread legs, “this little pussy is about to get eaten.”

My eyes widen as they zero in on him. “W…what do you mean?”

He gives me a half-smirk that makes my heart go pitter-patter. “I mean that I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re screaming my name for the whole world to hear.”

“I’ve,” I swallow past the lump in my throat, “never had anyone do that before.”

“I’m honored to be your first, and pissed off that your shitbag of an ex never made you feel special. I plan to do that everyday for the rest of our lives, if you let me.”

A warmth blossoms deep in my chest. “I want that,” I say, running my fingers through his thick hair. “I really want that.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I lean my head back against the pillow.

He spreads my thighs wide with his two big hands. His hot breath makes contact with my center first, and I nearly jump off the bed from the sensation of it.

“Oh god,” I shout out, and Wes lifts his head to smile at me.

“It’s all me making you feel this way, not God.”

I smile back and he lowers his head, swiping his tongue through my wetness. He centers his hot mouth over my clit and pulls it gently between his teeth. He continues working his tongue through my folds as I squeeze my eyes shut. “Wow,” I whisper as the feelings become almost too intense to continue.

“You taste so good,” he whispers against my heated skin. He continues his assault on my most private parts, making me see stars behind my closed lids.

“Ahh,” I say when the sensations become too much. “I’m close.” I’m so close to having an orgasm, and I can’t believe how quickly my body builds and builds.

I’ve never had a man give me an orgasm before, a detail I’m sure Wes doesn’t need to know.

I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, tugging him closer. I’ve never been this uninhibited before in my life. It makes me feel wanton, a word I’d never thought I’d use to describe myself.

Yet, here I am… all wanton with need. Is that even the right usage of that word? I don’t care right now because my nails are literally scraping through Wes’s scalp as I pull him closer to mybody. I fear I might be suffocating him, however, he just grabs ahold of me tighter and yanks me even closer.

“I love this,” he says as he comes up for a breath of air. “You’re so responsive to my touch.”

“I love it,” I tell him truthfully. “I absolutely love the way you touch me.” And I do. It’s honest, and trusting. Like he treasures me.

It turns me on, and my body is so darn close to unraveling that I moan out long and hard as Wes continues to use his tongue and fingers in the most brutal way.