Page 18 of Wild Weekend
I’ve always hated my oversized breasts. They attract too much attention, but for the first time, I like that attention.
Will treats them like they’re precious parts of me to be worshipped. There’s a reverence in the way he traces his fingers around my aureola, making me shudder with the sensation.
I do the same with his torso. It’s the first time I’ve seen him without a t-shirt, and his body is a hard wall of muscle.
My fingertips trace a tattoo that starts at his shoulder and winds down his chest. There are tiny hairs around his nipples, and I tug them with my fingers. Will takes a sharp intake of breath, and I glance up at him in wonder.
“You like that?”
He smiles down at me lazily. “Very much.”
I press my lips against his sensitive nipples, and he shudders. I’ve found his sensitive spot, and my tongue laps at one nipple while my finger traces the other.
Will groans, and I love the sounds he makes. I want to make him groan like that again and again.
His hands tangle in my hair, and he lifts my head up. “You keep doing that, and this will end before it’s started.”
That makes me giggle, because I can’t imagine this strong man being brought to his knees by his nipples.
A surge of warm emotion runs through me. He’s vulnerable just like anyone else.
Will’s hands unzip my pants, and he pulls them down my legs so all I’m wearing are my cotton panties.
I showered when we got back to the motel, rain-soaked and happy. And I put on my best underwear. But even my best has a hole in the side.
I slide them down with my pants, not wanting him to see. When I step out of my underwear, I’m completely naked.
Will runs his eyes over me, and the heat in them makes my nipples harden.
I tug at his pants and crouch before him, sliding them down his legs. His cock sticks straight out in front of me, and I press my lips to the tip.
It jerks at me, and Will groans. But he takes my shoulders and pulls me to my feet.
“I want to be inside you, Stella.”
The words fill me with heat, and suddenly the urge to feel him in me is overwhelming. He must feel it too, because he kisses me hard and pushes me up against the back of the door.
His hand slides between my legs, and sweet pleasure fills me at his touch. His mouth caresses my breasts, and it’s too much.
“Will!” My fingernails dig into his shoulder as theorgasm hits, unexpected and strong. I cry out as it crashes over me making me shudder.
Will presses his palm against me until my pussy stops convulsing. “You okay?”
I’m not okay. This man makes me come undone with the slightest touch, and still I’m not satisfied.
“No.” I shake my head, and he freezes. “I want you, Will. I need you inside me.”
“I can help with that.”
He hoists one of my legs up, and his hardness searches for me. I adjust my stance until his tip finds what it’s searching for. I gasp at the sensation as he eases into me. The fullness feels so good I forget to breathe.
We move in rhythm, our hips sliding against each other and our bodies slick with sweat.
He lifts my other leg and hoists me onto his hips, and I lean against the door as he slides me onto his length, with every thrust going deeper until I’m so full of him I can’t think of anything else.
The pressure builds, and I cry out. But Will doesn’t relent with his pace. He slams me against the door, making the doorframe rattle. My cries fill the room and anyone walking past will hear us, but I don’t care.
All I care about is the sensations of this man filling me up, making me whole.
