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I moan in response, and he swears softly against my skin. Then his mouth finds my nipples, sucking and biting them one at a time as his fingers clench and unclench around my neck. My eyes roll as I give myself up to him—to the pleasure.

He takes his time, licking and kissing every inch of my chest and stomach, but when he runs out of skin, he sits up, his fingers pausing on the button of my jeans. My hips buck in encouragement, my erection trapped painfully behind my zipper.

“Are you sure you want this?” Wes asks quietly.

“Yes,” I plead. “Fuck. Please, don’t stop.”

Uncertainty flickers across his features, so I sit up and take his face in my hands and kiss him hard. His arms wrap around me, pressing me against his broad chest, his fingers sinking into my hair, and my eyes burn behind my eyelids. I’ve missed him. Missed this connection we have. And feeling it again is like finally being able to breathe.

We fall back on the bed and Wes hooks his leg around mine, as though attempting to pull me even closer, and I get it. Holding back this past month has been near impossible, and now I have him in my arms again, I refuse to let go.

His body grinds against mine, hips moving with the same deep, slow rhythm of his tongue, and each press of his hard cock against mine has me drifting closer to the edge.

I groan, sliding my hands to his chest and pushing gently. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come in my pants.”

“That’s fine,” Wes says, his fingers sliding down to grip my ass, pressing us together. “As long as you come.”

Reaching between us, I grip him through his sweatpants. “I’d rather come with you inside me.”

“Fuck.” Wes drops his forehead to mine, gently thrusting into my hand. “Are you sure?”

I kiss him in response, my hands shoving down his sweats, before moving to the straining button of my jeans. Wes kicks out of his pants, then helps me out of mine, dropping them to the floor. His eyes roam hungrily over my naked body, but when I go to reach for him, he splays a hand on my chest, pushing me back against the bed. Dipping his head, he licks the underside of my shaft from root to tip and I suck in a breath. I expected him to torture me, kissing me everywhere but where I so desperately want him, but he doesn’t. His other hand cups my balls, and he tongues my slit before taking me deep.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, pushing up against the hand on my chest.

He hums around me then pulls off, replacing the heat of his mouth with his hand. I open my mouth to protest, but snap it shut as I watch him reach for the lube in his nightstand. He flips the lid and coats two fingers before settling back down between my legs. This time, when he swirls his tongue around the leaking head of my cock, slick fingers circle my hole.

Panting in anticipation, I reach for him. His usually shaved hair is a little longer than usual, the strands starting to form tight curls, and I drag my fingers through them as he applies more pressure. With each swipe of his tongue, his finger presses a little harder, not quite breeching my hole. But when he opens his mouth, letting me push between his lips, he slides his finger past the first ring of muscle, and I hiss. The discomfort is forgotten, however, as he takes me to the back of his throat, letting me use his mouth.

“Wes,” I grit out. “Fuck. More.”

He adds a second finger, pushing deeper, fucking them in and out until I’m rocking back against his hand. By the time he adds a third, I’m babbling, my skin slick with sweat. It’s sore, but in a way I’ve craved this last month. When Wes reaches for the lube again, I almost sob in relief.

I watch, drunk on lust, as grabs his pillow and slides it under my hips before coating his thick, heavy cock. Then, he braces himself over me, lining himself up, and pressing the softest of kisses to my lips.

My mouth opens to say something, but I don’t know what, and before I can try and grasp at words, he shifts his hips, pushing into me. I let my head fall back, breathing hard as I will my body to accept him.

A low moan rumbles through my chest as he works himself inside me, and when he’s fully seated, I wrap my legs and arms around him and kiss him hard. I don’t let go as he begins to move, fucking me deep and slow. My greedy brain wants more—I want everything. I want him to drill me into the mattress, to grip me by my throat and tell me I’m doing good, but I also want this—this connection. There’s time for the other stuff, right? This isn’t the last time.Is it?

I freeze, and Wes notices immediately, pulling back to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.

My throat is dry as I swallow. “This . . . It’s not goodbye, is it?”

Wes closes his eyes and drops his forehead to mine. “No. At least, I don’t want it to be. Do you?”

Relief sweeps through me, and I dig my heels into his ass. “No. I don’t.”

He captures my mouth again, but it’s not long until his thrusts grow needy and frantic, his hands smoothing up and down my body as desperation takes hold.

I reach between us and grip my cock, the relief of the first stroke causing me to swear. Wes lifts himself up on his hands, his powerful body fucking into me hard as his eyes flit between his slick cock entering my body and where my fist works my flushed shaft in time with his thrusts.

“Wes,” I moan, my balls tightening as I rocket toward the edge. “So, close.”

He slams into me hard enough to shift me up the bed, off the pillow, and when he comes, a deep rumbling roar escapes his throat. I watch, wide eyed, as he throws his head back, dark muscles straining, his hips slowing as he spills inside me. It’s hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Then his gaze falls back to me, and he pulls out, causing me to hiss. Any annoyance at the sudden loss is forgotten, however, as he knocks my hand away and takes me into his mouth.

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