Page 67 of From West, With Regret

His hands glide down the length of my legs, around to the back of my calves before stopping on my heels. He lifts each of my feet and places them on either side of him. I’m still wearing my black strappy heels, but West doesn’t seem to care.

“Leave the heels on,” he orders, as if reading my mind. “You look sexy in anything, but seeing youjust like this, bare for me, spread open and ready in just your heels does something different to me.”

My heart is racing as he leans forward and slides his hands along the insides of my thighs. I’m quivering under his touch. My dress is still bunched around my waist, but it doesn’t matter. My skin is on fire, and I shift against the console, the leather rubbing against the small of my back as he grips onto the waist of my black lace thong.

With a snarl and a flash in his heated gaze, he clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth in disapproval. “Such an inconvenience, these things.”

Slowly and torturously, he slips it over my ass and downeach leg, cradling each of my feet in his large hands. Smiling, he stuffs my lace thong into the pocket of his pants.

“Seriously?” I giggle, but it’s quickly stifled when he leans forward and blows on my wet slit.

Holy shit.

“Oh, my God, West.” I dig my heels into the edge of the seat, but West is quick to pull me back.

“We’ve barely started.” He grins wickedly.

“Please.” My mind falls back to last night when I’d almost reached my orgasm. The first orgasm I would have felt in way too long. At least one that wasn’t of my making. Still, even though it’s been months and months since I’ve been touched, I’ve never felt anything close to the way I do when West touches or kisses me.

Leaning forward, he keeps his eyes on me as he lowers his face between my thighs. His fingertips play at the edge of my crease, and I feel my wetness dripping down my center. I watch in wanting fascination as he sticks his tongue out and licks me from the back to the front.

Overwhelmed with the sensation, I tilt my head back and close my eyes. My mouth falls open and, holy shit, I’ve never felt anything like it before.

Leather. Sweat. Heat. Mint. The mixture of scents override my senses, and I find myself slipping forward, pressing my clit harder against West’s mouth. He holds me steady, dipping his arms under my legs. Pressing his fingers into the flesh of each of my cheeks, he rests my legs on his shoulders.

“Oh, God, yes,” I whimper, feeling myself reaching the edge faster than intended. Suddenly, I’m not wanting this to stop. Reality hits, and I wonder if this will be it. Will this be the moment we share before we go back to the way it was? Pretending as if there isn’t this spark between us? Will we both spend our lives living with this as a memory until we die?

West is quick to pull me back when he plunges two fingers inside me. He keeps his mouth pressed to my swollen clit. His tongue dances across it, over and over and, holy shit. He doesn’t pump his fingers in and out of me the way I expect him to. I’ve been finger-fucked before, but not like this.

Hooking both his fingers, he moves them only slightly, finding the one spot inside me that turns me completely inside out. The one place no one else has ever found.

Fuck, he’s good.

“Don’t stop. Right there…” I sob, but quickly clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle my cries.

I’m panting so hard, I know I’m going to reach my orgasm soon. I remove my hand from my mouth and press it to the back of West’s head, keeping him as close as possible. He bites and sucks and pulls. His fingers hook upward, then again. He works me expertly, as if he knows exactly what to do to make me come in practically no time at all.

“Come.” His heavy voice vibrates against my wet and swollen pussy. “Come for me like the good girl I know you are.”

My thighs squeeze around his head, and I’m rocking my hips as tiny explosions burst across my skin. My fingers are deep in his hair when I finally reach my orgasm. I’m falling off the cliff, soaring.

West keeps one hand wrapped around my thigh, pressing his finger deep into my flesh to keep me steady. My stomach tightens, and I’m squeezing my eyes shut, writhing as I surrender to every feeling I’m experiencing.

I’m still quivering when I loosen my grip around his head. He pulls away and looks up at me with a heavy, heated gaze, his eyes an intense shade of blue. Like the scorching-hot, blue flickering flame in a fire.

I’m still working to catch my breath when he sweeps his tongue across his glistening mouth. Then he sits up andkisses me. My lips. My jaw. My forehead. He’s tender and soft, soothing me after what his mouth and fingers have made between my legs.

When he finishes kissing me, he sits back on the seat and finally undoes his pants. He pulls the zipper down and pulls his cock free. Stroking it, he keeps his eyes focused on me.

Pre-cum spills from the tip, and I don’t know what to focus on: him, or his hand on himself, clearly turned on by the state I’m in. I know I’m a complete mess. My dress is torn, and my hair is completely tangled, but I don’t care.

I’m still coming down from my orgasm when my stomach heats at the idea of having West inside me.

“Well, London.” West grunts with a wicked grin. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Was it?” I tease.

“Yes. I need that sweet pussy wrapped around me before I fucking explode.” He stops stroking himself and grips my ankles, sliding them from the seat. My feet hit the flooring, and I sit up. My ass presses into the center console, but it doesn’t stay there long. West leans forward and tugs on my hand, wrapping the other around my waist.

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