Chapter 33 Wesley
Wesley
We’re both lying on Shannon’s bed, me in my boxers and her in her sleep shorts, her head resting on my chest, my fingers slipping into her hair, teasing the silky strands.
“I’m sorry… for not telling you the truth,” I tell her again for the hundredth time.
“You haven’t got to keep apologising. If anything, I’m sorry for what I said to you.
” She turns over, looking up at me. “I don’t know why I said you took the job to line your pockets.
” I feel her swallow the memory of her words back down.
I don’t blame her for thinking I’d take on a job for selfish purposes.
“Look, we both said things we regret. Let's not talk about any of that now.” I slide my palm down her back, skirting the top of her arse.
I missed her so fucking much. “Slide up,” I say as I perch myself up against the headboard, then tap both my thighs.
“Sit on me.” My voice rasps, like the starved man I am for her.
She doesn’t hesitate climbing on top, straddling me, my fingertips sliding over her bare thighs until they’re digging into her fleshy hips; she responds with a soft moan, her nipples tightening against her soft white tank top.
Raising my hips slowly, brushing the tip of my cock against her heat.
She throws her head back, hands splayed across my chest, pushing out her tits.
My fingers curl around the hem of her top, dragging it up and over the soft curves of her skin.
She raises her arms, allowing me to remove it completely, flinging it to the corner of the bed.
Her full tits, heavy with need, nipples drawn tight, ready for my lips.
Bending forward, I slide out my wet tongue, soaking the bud, watching my spit slip from the pointed end like a teardrop.
With my thumb and forefinger, I pinch the other, twisting it and pulling it firmly.
Shannon squirms, her pleasure tipping over the edge as my fingers and tongue suck, pluck and taste her.
The mischievous look in her eyes, flirty and dirty when she slides down my body and rests on her knees between my thighs.
She sinks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, dragging them down halfway.
My cock springs free, thick and achy. Shannon lifts one leg, sliding one side of my boxers past my knee, then repeats the other side until they're bunched at my ankles before kicking them off. Spreading my legs wider, she dips low over my body, her full tits dragging down my chest, over my abdomen, until they stop at my thighs. Without holding my cock, she licks the tip with her pink, flattened tongue. My eyes roll back, lips parting; Christ, the way she makes me feel is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Then she moves up slightly before lowering her top half over my groin, my cock now wedged between her heavy tits.
She presses each hand, palm flat at the side of her breasts, pushing them together, caging my length between them.
“Fuckkk. Shit, Shannon.” My breath hitches as she frames her breasts around me, sliding them up and down over my length, she squeezes my cock, choking it tightly between them, the movement pulling my foreskin back and forth with each stroke.
My moans come out loud and guttural as she uses her tits to wank me off.
Looking down, I watch the purple head straining, beading with precum, and visions of my cum dripping from her tits makes my bollocks clench and tighten.
I’m not going to last. It’s going to be the quickest I’ve come.
She keeps her breasts firmly together as I jerk my hips forward and back, my lip pulled between my teeth, watching this beautiful woman take me in any way she can.
She moves her hands, pressing them together, fingertips touching, her palms splayed over her hard nipples.
“Fucking hell Shan, I’m gonna come.” Her eyes glance up, a smirk on her face.
“Then come, Mr Parker.” The way she says my name has me shooting my load, coating her tits and fingers, another groan slips out when she rubs my release under her hands, smearing it over her nipples, and I come again, long, strenuous ropes hitting my abs.
I blow out a harsh breath and pull her up, sliding her come soaked chest along the length of my body until her lips are on mine.
I kiss her hard, slipping my tongue inside her perfect mouth, tasting her, my fingers shoved into her hair, holding her in place, then I force her onto her back, rolling myself on top of her, still kissing her and sucking her tongue.
“I need you, Wesley,” she pleads into my mouth. “You have me, baby,” I whisper between kissing her.
Reluctantly, I pull away and sit back on my knees, hands resting on my thighs, her legs spread wide open for me, her shorts slipping to one side, giving me a glimpse of how slick she is.
Swiping my finger between the fabric and her heat.
“You’re already soaked for me.” It’s not a question.
Shannon trembles and whimpers, eyes hooded and begging me for more.
Looking around the room, I see the wash basket, remembering the pink vibrator.
Climbing off the bed, her eyes widen when I ferret through it and pull out the pink toy.
“Take off your shorts.” She doesn’t hesitate to peel them down and kick them off when they hit her ankles.
I take my position back between her legs, the vibrator gripped in my fist. Lowering my body, I swipe my tongue between her sex, gathering her wetness and swallowing it down.
Her heady, musky taste clings to my lips.
Shannon whimpers again, her legs trembling.
“Show me” I’m so fucking croaky, struggling to talk and keep myself together.
My dick starts to wake up again, the twinge and ache at what I want her to do for me.
“Please, baby… show me how you get off.” She takes the toy from me, wrapping her hand around its length.
She presses a button twice, the little pink bunny ears come to life, buzzing loudly and vibrating like a tuning fork.
She opens wider, the lips of her pussy, separating, allowing her to rub herself with the ears; instantly, she withers with the sensation, her eyes rolling, lips parting on a gasp.
My breath catches in the back of my throat as I watch her.
I thrust two fingers inside her as she teases her clit, just holding the toy on top and then sliding it up and down.
She’s so wet, her walls gripping my fingers as I thrust them deep up to my knuckles.
My other hand wraps around my shaft in slow, lazy strokes.
Shannon cries out, “Oh, God… Wesley.” She begs for more, and I slip out my finger and take the toy from her.
“Rub your clit, baby.” She replaces the toy with her fingers, coating them.
She swipes her fingertips slowly, then faster, over and around the bundle of nerves.
Positioning the end of her toy at her entrance, I slowly push it inside her, then pull it halfway out before sliding it in deeper.
“More,” She cries out again. Licking my lips because I can’t believe how fucking amazing this is.
I’d thought just feeling myself inside of her would be the end of me, but…
this? Seeing her come undone, free with her body, is so fucking beautiful.
The rest of the toy slips between her stretched hole until the ears are rubbing against her clit.
“F-Fuck me.” She shifts her hips forward.
I work the toy in and out of her, slow and deliberate, coating the silicon length with her arousal.
I fuck her faster while my other hand fucks my cock.
We’re a bundle of moans and slippery wet sounds.
Both falling apart for each other.
Shannon stops and reaches for my hand while looking into my eyes.
“I need you, Wesley.” Gently I slide the dildo from her tight grip and lower myself on top of her, and I sink my dick inside her until I'm balls deep, groaning at the feeling of being soaked around me; she’s squeezing me already.
Pulling out halfway, her hands on my shoulders, I stare into her eyes, as I slide into her again.
I let the words I’ve been holding on to bottom out…
just like me… “I love you, Shannon Newton.” She cries out as I fuck into her harder, not giving her the chance to say it back, but I feel it. Fuck me, I feel everything.
The curtains are cracked open slightly, allowing enough sunlight to fill the room.
Rolling over, I reach for Shannon, but she’s not there.
Slipping out of bed, I pull on my boxers from the floor and walk out into the kitchen.
She’s covered the whole island in papers, bent over them with a mug in her hand.
Studying each one with precision. “What are you doing?” She jumps up slightly, spilling a tiny bit of coffee onto one of the pages.
“Shit. I’m going to get you a cat bell.” I snicker at the thought of bells around my neck.
“I’m trying to put these into some sort of order.
” Walking around to her side, it’s then that I notice she’s dressed.
“Are you going out?” She bites her lip, trying to look everywhere but at me.
“I… I have somewhere I need to be, but I won’t be long.
” Before I can ask where, there’s a toot of a car horn outside.
Shannon grabs one of the papers and kisses my cheek.
“Why don’t you make a start on breakfast? ”
And then she’s gone.