Page 53 of Entwined Hearts
I leaned back, moaning, and jumped when the car horn went off, making him laugh. “Inside, Wes,” I panted. “Take me inside.”
We were a mess of staggering steps and sloppy kisses as we made it across the threshold, unable to part for even asecond. He scooped me up into his arms, making me yelp. “Your shoulder!”
“Don’t care,” he said, voice gruff, kicking the door shut behind him as he walked us through the house. He took the stairs two at a time while I nipped and kissed his neck, my hands tangled in his hair.
He tossed me onto his bed, taking his shirt off while he climbed on top of me in one fluid motion. And it just might’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His bare chest against mine had heat blooming beneath my skin. Like catching on fire and coming home at once. I reached between us, ripping at his jeans until I could slip my hand through.
“Oh fuck, Sav,” he choked out when I reached into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking hard. He was hot and heavy in my hand. Familiar yet different, but perfect all the same.
Because he was mine.
“I’ve missed this,” I whispered against his lips, moving faster. “Missed you, missed your perfect cock, missed everything.”
Wes’s eyes rolled shut with a groan, his forehead resting on mine. I kissed him softly, moaning when he started to fuck my hand with slow, harsh thrusts; a promise of what was to come.
I was too focused on him to notice he’d popped the button on my shorts until his hand was sliding past the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a ragged breath as his fingers glided along my pussy, soft yet sure. “You’re dripping, angel.”
“Yes.” I gasped when he slid two fingers in knuckle deep.
“And so fucking tight,” he gritted, voice thick with need.
He ripped his jeans and boxers off one-handed, pumping the other against me until I was a whimpering mess. I’d somehow forgotten just how good it was with him, how he instinctively knew how to work my body to make me feel the most pleasure.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I cried out, fisting the comforter.
“Say my name,” he ordered. Not with dominance, but desperation. Almost as if he needed to know this was real. “Every time you come tonight, you’re gonna scream my name, so everyone knows who you belong to.”
I moaned at his words, loving how possessive—how right—they were. His thumb landed on my clit, and with two swipes, I was lost. My back arched off the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me, Wes’s name nothing more than a choked cry.
I melted into the bed, breathing hard as my orgasm faded. A whimper left me when he pulled his fingers out, but it died on my tongue when he sucked them clean. Naked.
I bit my lip, feeling the same excited anticipation now that I did the first time I saw him naked. But I guess, in a way, this was the first time all over again.
Wes only smirked and hooked his hands in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down along with my panties. And when I was fully naked, spread out before him, he froze, staring.
I propped myself up on my elbows, breathing hard. “Baby?”
“I just never thought I’d have this again,” he rasped. “I want to savor it. You.”
My heart skipped a beat. I stood, sliding my hands up his strong, heaving chest. “I know what you mean,” I said, and turned him, pushing him down onto the bed slowly.
He watched my every move as I climbed between his spread legs. “Let me savor you,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. A rush of air left him as I lowered my mouth to his cock, running my tongue along his length in one thick swipe.
His whole body shuddered, cock twitching. I grinned, doing it again. “Savannah,” he breathed, his hand going to my hair.
“You better not come,” I warned, swirling my tongue around the tip. “There’s only one place you’re coming tonight.” Just the thought had me rubbing my thighs together.
“Oh God,” he groaned, his abs flexing as I took him into my mouth fully. His grip tightened in my hair when he hit the back of my throat. His hips jerked, pushing deeper. I moaned, loving the way his control was fraying. He grabbed another handful of my hair. “Sounds like you want me to fuck that pretty face.”
My eyes rolled shut, and I moaned again, nodding. Something in him snapped then, a side of him I’d never seen as he started to fuck my mouth, his grip on my hair like reins. Our sex before had always been amazing, but tender, as if he were afraid he would break me.
That version of him apparently didn’t exist anymore.
Wes fucked my mouth until he was gasping, until spit ran down my chin and my eyes watered. He pulled me back by my hair, both of us breathing hard. “Any more and I’ll come down your throat.”
I looked up at him, licking my lips at the thought. “Next time,” I rasped and climbed up his body, straddling his hips. Because there was definitely going to be a next time. So many next times.
Chills pebbled my skin as he ran his hands up my sides, his eyes hungry with need. “I think I like this new bossy version of you,” he said, grinning.
