Chapter 8 #2
He swerves, almost driving us off the road. “Fuck, Pearl.”
“I’m not sure I want to get pregnant so quickly.”
“Yep,” he says, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.
He wants me. That realization makes me feel…powerful.
“I’ve thought about sex,” I say softly.
He swallows hard, sweat beading on his upper lip. “Yeah?”
I bite back a grin. “Uh-huh. Actually, just today I was wondering what you would think of me in these pants.”
“Pearl,” he pleads.
“If you would be able to control yourself when you saw me in them,” I continue.
“Do you want me to fuck you? Because, trust me, I’ll pull over right now and fuck you on the hood of my car if that’s what you want.”
“For my first time?” I ask, pretending to be outraged when my whole body clenches at the image.
I want to watch Wells lose control when he takes me. I want him to be so desperate for me that it doesn’t matter where we are or who’s around. I want him to be delirious for me, so in love with me that his family will think I performed witchcraft on him.
“You’re killing me, Angel.”
“Should I stop?” I ask innocently.
“No, never.”
He reaches over, threading our fingers together, and I smile as he hits the gas, speeding down the back roads to his place.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” I comment as he turns onto another street.
“A bit. Nothing fancy,” he admits. “What about you? Do you like to cook?”
“I used to. Lately, I’ve been so tired that it’s been more like a chore. Sometimes, I meal prep on Sundays, which makes it easier. I enjoy it more when I’m not rushing around.”
“Yeah, I can see that. The last thing you want after working all day is more work.”
He turns into a driveway, and I stare out the window at the beautiful two-story house nestled in the middle of the forest. A gorgeous view of the mountains of Wolf Valley opens up behind the house.
“Whoa,” I breathe.
Wells squeezes my hand. “Welcome home.”
I give him a wry look. “Wells—”
“You want me to be honest with you, right?”
“Of course.”
“I bought this house with you in mind. I looked at other places, and none of them were right. This was it. I could see us living here, being happy here, falling in love here.”
I look at the house, and I can see it. I already love this place, and I haven’t even been inside yet. I could never afford a place like this, but if money weren’t an issue, I’d love to live in a home like this.
“Do I get the grand tour?” I ask as he parks.
“You get anything that you want, Pearl.”
He climbs out of the car. When I reach for the door handle, he leans back in and grabs it.
“Sit tight. I’ll get your door.”
He shuts his door and rounds the hood to open mine for me. Reaching in, he offers me his hand. I slip my palm against his, letting him help me out of the car.
Wells doesn’t release my hand as we walk up to the house. He unlocks the front door and ushers me in ahead of him.
“Did you just move in?” I ask as I look around the sparsely furnished living room.
“No, but I thought you might want to decorate it to your liking.”
“What about your liking?”
“I like whatever you like, Angel.”
Butterflies take flight in my stomach, and I bite back a grin as I look around.
Dark hardwood floors run throughout the house. A giant fireplace is the focal point in the living room, with a TV hanging above it. A leather couch is the only other piece of furniture in the room.
Wells tugs on my hand and leads me into the next room. “So, living room.” He points back the way we came. “Kitchen here. Small bathroom and my home office back there.” He nods to a short hallway.
He points out the laundry room and the back door. I poke my head into the office, noting that it seems to be the only room that’s properly decorated, with a desk, an office chair, bookshelves, and a rug.
Wells tugs on my hand and guides me toward the stairs. He points to the first two doors. “Bedrooms and bathroom.”
“Very nice.”
“Do you want to see them?”
“Nah, I’ll check them out later.”
He nods, and we walk to the last door.
“This is our room,” he says, pushing open the door.
I walk in first and take in the king-sized bed, matching bedside tables, and dresser. But what really captures my attention is the view.
“Wow,” I gasp, rushing over to the balcony doors and throwing them open.
I walk out onto the balcony, gripping the railing and looking out over the valley. The view from up here is breathtaking. I can see the peaks and valleys of the mountains, the river cutting through the landscape, the vibrant green of all the trees.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper.
Wells comes up behind me, his arms caging me in against the railing. “No, you’re perfect. The view is beautiful, but it has nothing on you.”
I sigh. “Smooth talker.”
“It’s the truth.”
I turn in his arms, and he reaches for me instantly. His eyes heat, and the tension between us thickens and grows.
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head. “Not for food.”
“What are you hungry for, Pearl?”
My face heats, but I want this, to ask for what I need. I know Wells will always give me everything within his power.
I summon all my courage. “You. I want you.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, his voice like gravel.
“I’m sure.”
That’s all it takes.
He’s on me, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me easily.
“Put me down!” I gasp. “You’ll hurt yourself!”
Wells laughs against my skin. “Pearl, you’re not fat. You’re fucking perfect. You’re every man’s walking wet dream. You’re my fantasy.”
His words loosen the self-conscious anxiety riding me, and I relax, letting him cradle my weight.
He lays me on the bed. “Do you trust me, Pearl?”
I nod instantly.
“Good, that’s really good, Pearl.”
I lick my lips, and he sucks in a deep breath.
“I need you to trust what I’m saying,” he says slowly. “You, all of you, is so damn beautiful. You make my mouth water. These curves? These thick thighs? You have no idea how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about them, thinking about you wrapped around me.”
“Really?”
“Every night since I met you.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
His eyes flicker with vulnerability. “I didn’t want to push you away. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never dated, never wanted to. Not until you. So I have no idea how to convince you to want me.”
“I do want you.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of him. “Thank fuck for that.”
He leans down, kissing me deeply. I arch against him, wanting to give all of myself to this man. I trust him. I love how he talks to me, how he treats me.
“We can stop,” he says right away.
“Don’t stop. I just… I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We’ll learn together,” he promises.
He kisses me, and I melt against him, letting him take the lead. I can sense that he wants to, needs to. His tongue tangles with mine as he tugs my shirt over my head.
Wells’ eyes drop to my breasts, and he chokes out a groan. His thick cock pulses between my thighs, only my yoga pants and his jeans between us.
“Wells,” I gasp as he kisses his way down my neck, cupping my breasts almost reverently.
I wiggle against him, and he curses. His fingers jerk down the cups of my bra roughly, and my nipples pebble instantly under his heated gaze.
“Need, need, need,” he chants under his breath.
“Touch me,” I beg.
His fingers find my nipples, and I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as he toys with my sensitive flesh.
He lowers his head, his hot breath coasting over my skin a second before his lips wrap around one of my nipples.
“Wells!”
It’s like an electric current running from my nipple straight to my core. My core clenches with every scrape of his teeth and flick of his tongue. I’m close to coming, and he’s barely even touched me.
My fingers tangle in his shirt, and I tug on the fabric. He reluctantly releases me and sits up, dragging his shirt over his head. He tosses it to the floor, and my eyes widen as I stare at Wells’ bare chest.
He’s ripped. His muscles have muscles.
My throat goes dry as I drink him in. I reach up, my hand shaking as I trail my fingers over the dips and ridges of his abs. When my hand trails lower, he grabs it and holds my palm flat against his stomach.
“Easy, Pearl. I’m already worked up. I won’t last with you touching me like that.”
“I want to explore you.”
“You can,” he promises. “Later. Much later.”
He stands, his hands moving to the waistband of my pants, and he tugs them down, taking my panties with them. In no time, I’m spread out on his bed with only my bra pushing my tits up.
As I watch, Wells unbuttons his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down his legs. My eyes widen at the size of his cock, but before I can say anything, he drags me to the edge of the bed.
I stare down my body as he kneels and his gaze lands between my legs.
“Wells,” I moan.
He lifts his eyes to mine as he leans forward and licks once right up my pussy. He groans, then buries his face in my dripping center, eating me like I’m his last meal.
I collapse onto the bed, powerless to do anything except lie there and let Wells work me over. I climb higher with every lick up my center, every swirl of his tongue at my entrance, and every suck on my clit. By the time he pushes one thick finger into my virgin hole, I’m teetering on the edge.
“Wells,” I choke out.
“Come for me, Angel,” he growls. “I need you to come all over my face. I want your orgasm to cover me, my sheets, my fucking floor.”
“Oh, God!”
Wells thrusts one finger inside me, twisting it, and I go off like a firecracker.
“Wells!” I scream, my back bowing off the bed as I come.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
He licks me through my orgasm, his tongue lapping up every drop. I’m wrung out, a boneless mess on the bed as he licks his lips and stands.
His hand drops to his cock, and I watch as he strokes it once, twice…
Our eyes lock. I’m ready to return the favor, even though I’m nervous and have no idea how to pleasure him or how to fit even half of his length in my mouth.
Wells pushes me back down as I sit up and reach for him. “I need you, Pearl.”
“You have me,” I whisper.
Our eyes stay locked as Wells leans over me, guiding his cock to my entrance. We both look down at the same time as the tip of his dick rubs through my folds, my juices coating his length.
He lines up at my snug hole, and I let out a deep breath as he starts to sink into me.
“Big, big, too big,” I cry out.
Wells stops, looking like he’s in pain. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Pearl.”
I suck in a few deep breaths, trying to relax as he sinks another inch inside me.
He hits my virginity and leans down, kissing me sweetly. “Do you still want this?”
“Yes. Always.”
I let my thighs drop open wider, and he closes his eyes. He kisses me as his hips drive forward, burying every inch of himself inside me.
“Ah!” I cry out.
Wells peppers kisses over my face. “So perfect,” he moans. “Never felt anything better. Never seen anything hotter. So good. So sweet. So mine.”
My body relaxes, and Wells takes that as his sign to move. He pulls out, sinking back in slowly. We both moan as he buries himself balls deep inside me. I reach up, my nails biting into his biceps as we find our rhythm.
My hips rise to meet his thrusts, each one becoming rougher as we race to reach our peaks.
“I-I’m close,” I pant.
He nods, dipping his head to tease my nipple. My body tenses, locking up around him. I hook my heels behind his back, and we both cry out as we fall over the edge together.
“Pearl! Oh, fuck!” Wells shouts.
I scream his name as I shatter beneath him.
“Mine,” he breathes, kissing his way up my neck.
I let my legs fall from around his hips, sagging into the mattress, depleted yet buzzing with happiness.
“My sweet girl,” Wells murmurs, falling to his side and gathering me in his arms.
“Yours,” I mumble through a yawn.
That’s the last thing I remember until Wells wakes me up a few hours later with his mouth between my legs, grinning up at me.
“We have to be quick. I ordered pizza. It’ll be here in fifteen.”
I pant as his tongue works my clit side to side.
“Let’s see how many times I can get you off before the food gets here.”
Three.
The answer is three times.