Page 55 of Savage in the Sheets
“I didn’t bring any condoms with me.”
I mull over his words, wondering if I should send him to the store.
Instead, I return with, “You said you’re clean. I’m on birth control, and I always use protection. I want you to be my first without it.”
His brow arcs. “Really?”
“If you’re okay with it.”
His hands reach for my hair, undoing my bun and sending a red cascade down my back. He breathes me in deeply and growls, nuzzling my neck.
“I can’t believe you made me wait a whole extra week for this,” he rasps as he works his way down my neck, grabbing an asscheek in one hand, my breast in the other.
I fumble to free his member from his boxers, thankful his pants are already off, and just as I begin to make progress, he catches my wrist in his hand.
He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my fingers gently. “Okay, Rose—I thought we talked about this.”
I feign offense, but I hear his words, and I slow my movements, making them less jerky.
His face darkens as he grabs me roughly, pulling me close.
“On second thought, don’t listen to me, Jenna. Rosie’s part of your charm and I don’t want you changing for me.”
Making my hand into a claw, I give my best, “err, err, err, err,” voice effect while running the mechanical appendage up and down his shaft.
Wes chuckles. “Okay, now activate Robocop mode. Sometimes, I like being told what to do.”
We break out into laughter, and things are soft and sweet for a moment. But his hunger is a raging inferno, and he escalates quickly to untamed desire.
It’s like he can’t get enough of me. His hands cup my breasts, toying with my sensitive nipples until it becomes too much. He moves down my stomach to my pussy, already wet for him.
“Get on the bed,” he says, his voice thick and husky.
I’m barely seated before he drops to his knees, forcing my legs open and delving his tongue between the sensitive folds of my sex.
“Oh—God,” I gasp as an urgent need strikes me like a tidal wave pulling me under.
His tongue works relentlessly as I pant for a breath, working its way up and around my clit until finally in hones in, licking my slick pearl with such skill I’m driven to the edge.
“Come for me, Savage,” he murmurs, and my body complies, surging to heights of pleasure that only Weston can bring me to.
He wastes no time afterward, climbing onto the bed and gently pulling me to the middle.
“I can’t wait to finally be inside you. You’re so fucking hot. I need to feel your warmth wrapped around me.”
Is it possible to come from mere words? Because my body really wants to.
He pushes himself urgently between my legs, like an apex predator, never breaking eye contact. When his cock finally reaches my core, my whole body shudders in anticipation. Waiting for Weston to finally breach me.
“Jenna,” he whispers huskily.
My legs wrap around him, inviting him to enter. “Yeah.”
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice sweet and dripping like honey as he plunges into me.
I think the words I cannot say, not when a million tiny explosions are set to ignite within me.
He watches me in reverence and wonder as pleasure engulfs me. I babble curses at him, incoherent babbles he chuckles at as he takes me hard, causing the bed to ram against the wall as everything in the damn room seems to shake.
