“I need you,” I whisper, body coming alive at the thought of that big, muscular man lying down on top of me. “Now.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, and having him make sure I’m good with this is such a turn on.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”
He lets out a growl and moves on top of me, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go and lining his cock up to my entrance. He pauses, kissing me first, and then pushes that big cock inside of me.
He fills every single inch, and I cry out with pleasure as he pulls out only to push back in. I bend my knees, hooking a leg around him. He rocks his hips, thrusting in and out slowly at first and then speeds up his movements. He’s doing everything he can not to come right now, and I’m getting closer and closer to coming again myself. My eyes are shut, and my head is to the side. I have one hand on Westin’s ass, feeling him drive that big dick in and out of me.
The other hand is gripping the sheets beneath us. Because I’ve never felt anything this intense in my whole life. I’m not just having amazing sex with Weston. We have a connection, and being together like this only furthers that.
I squeeze the leg that’s wrapped around him, bringing myself up against him. Wes moans, head falling forward. He buries it in my neck, teeth nipping at my skin. Then he pushes in balls deep, biting at my neck as he comes. Feeling his cock pulse inside of me pushes me over the edge, and I dig my nails into his skin as I climax again.
Weston holds himself in me for a moment, and then moves back, holding himself above me just enough to look into my eyes. Brushing my hair back, he kisses me softly and pulls out, lying down on the mattress next to me.
We’re more than aware of the mess we’ve made, neither of us care. Weston pulls me into his arms, spooning his body against mine. We stay like that for a moment, neither of us wanting to move. But I have to pee, so I force myself up and hurry to the bathroom. I clean myself up and dash back to bed. Wes pulled the covers down, and I climb in next to him.
Moonlight spills in through the window, illuminating Weston’s face. I sit up, sheet falling off my shoulder and gently brush his hair back. My heart is still hammering away in my chest, breasts rising and falling. I’ve never felt so much with anyone before.
I’ve never let myself.
I’ve been afraid, though laying here next to Wes, I don’t know what I was afraid of.
“Tired?” I ask him, snuggling back down against his muscular chest.
“Not really.” He folds me up in his arms, and it’s like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Where I’m meant to be. Soon enough, the effects of the intense orgasms he just gave me will wear off and the gravity of the situation will hit me.
Whether or not I’ll survive impact is still up in the air.
But I do know I want to survive it. Even though I’ve stayed in the same place for so long, I’ve spent my whole life running. Trying to escape what was right in front of me, and it’s not until this very moment that I realize I was running in circles.
“Are you?” His lips brush against the back of my neck as he talks.
“No, but I don’t plan on getting up any time soon.” I roll over and hook my leg over his. He sweeps his hand across my waist, splaying his fingers over the small of my back. I push one arm under his pillow, pulling myself closer to him. He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes, relishing his warmth.
“We should have done this the first time I kissed you,” Wes says softly.
“We’re quite good at it,” I say, nuzzling my head against him. “We could have been doing it the whole time. But that’s okay because we get to keep doing it now.” I don’t realize what I’m saying until it’s said. I’m implying we’re taking thing to the next level, that we’re in a relationship more than boss and employee now.
He’s my boyfriend.
Previously, the thought would have made me go running for the hills without a look back. But now…now things are different. Wes is different.
He made me different.
Or maybe…maybe he brought out exactly who I always was. Who I was always meant to me. He showed me that there’s nothing to fear, that surrendering to someone isn’t scary. It’s exhilarating. It’s freeing.
That admitting I’m happier with him doesn’t make me weak. It makes me stronger, and having my heart beat right along his is the thing I was missing my whole life. He makes me want to be a better person and leave the past behind me. He even makes me think it’s possible to move on and start over.