Chapter 13 - Hailey
How can he think I’d say no after orgasming like that? My toes are still curling, my body still pulsing, and the emptiness inside me demands satisfaction. “Yes, Wes. I want you. All of you. Everything you offered.”
He groans and kisses me hard. His hand slips from behind my head, then he grips my hand, our fingers lacing above my head as the head of his cock works between my pussy lips.
I feel him press against my entrance and he pants against my mouth.
“It’s going to hurt at the beginning. I’m going to do everything I can to minimize it. ”
I rub his back and try to press on his lower back, wanting him inside me now. He groans and slides in slowly, panting my name, telling me how good I feel. “You’re paradise, Hailey. So hot, so wet, perfect in too many ways to count.”
It does hurt, but the fullness, the way he keeps stroking me, rubbing my clit as he gives me every thick, shocking inch makes me want more. His mouth brushes mine as we pant together. I whimper and he kisses me.
“It goes away, baby. It won’t hurt for long. I promise. Wrap those beautiful legs around me,” he encourages.
I nod and obey. Suddenly, he’s even deeper and it’s easier. My eyes roll back as my body bows under him. He kisses across my collarbones, then draws back, thrusting again. It’s slow, so I feel every thrust, can feel the pulse in his cock, can breathe in every moan and grunt he gives me.
“Yes. Just like that. Move with me. Such a good girl for me. Keep talking to me, Hailey, I want to hear you.”
“Don’t stop. Faster. More. Please. No … No holding back,” I beg.
He kisses me, working his lips and tongue over my cheek, the hollow under my ear, across my neck, my collar bone, he can’t stop even as he purrs praise against me.
Telling me how good I feel, how I belong in his arms, belong with him.
I chant his name, beg him for more until he’s thrusting hard, supporting my lower back to hold me against him.
My nipples rub against his chest, every kiss is made for my pleasure and his.
I dissolve into him, lose myself in the motion. As the pain subsides, the ecstasy roars through me. My legs keep tensing around him, sliding away because we’re both hot. I touch anywhere I can reach, but Wes doesn’t rush anything. He doesn’t order me to finish, he doesn’t push any button too hard.
“Just like that,” I whimper as he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars. “Oh, Wes. Again. Please, please.”
“I’ll give you everything, baby,” he says before kissing me so deep that I’m sure he’s stealing the breath from me to make room for more pleasure.
And it works. It works so, so well. I moan his name against his mouth as my back arches and I surrender, totally and completely.
He’s consuming me, overwhelming me, even at a pace that shows exactly how well he can roll his hips, that focuses entirely on me, slow and intense, and yet primal, I come for him again.
Wes pulls out of me, panting, gripping his cock so I can see every inch that I’ve taken. He pants. “Where should I-”
“I’ve never given a blow job,” I say softly. “Can I?”
The sound he makes is pure sex and the look in his eyes is pure adoration. He strokes through my hair and moves so I can stretch to lick his cock. I taste myself and something saltier. He nods. “Open wide, use your tongue over your teeth, and explore.”
I do exactly that, watching him as he keeps touching me, palming my breast, working his hand down between my legs again like he’s incapable of finishing if I’m not enjoying it too. I hum around his cock as I take him deep and he pants.
“Suck, baby. Suck hard, soft, whatever you want, just keep doing that. Bob up and down,” he encourages.
I happily obey, sucking and lifting my tongue.
I’ve learned plenty in videos and even though he’s bigger and doing is different, I can tell how close he is.
His belly keeps tightening and the way he grips my breast is between firm and almost too hard.
He squeezes like he’s milking me, then grips the back of my head and thrusts into my throat.
I suck in a breath at the same time, then he finishes. My name is a harsh growl from his throat as he fills my mouth. I keep sucking softly, keep licking gently, even when he shivers until he slowly, gently pulls out. He tips my chin up while I swallow, then kisses me gently, softly.
He sighs and settles into bed next to me. I swallow again and reach for a blanket, determined to cover myself even though he’s seen and kissed nearly every inch of me. I can’t believe we did that. I can’t believe it took so long too.
But it doesn’t fill in the answers I need.
Wes lays on his back, then slides his arm under my head, pulling me closer to him. I settle against his side as he wraps a sheet around us both. His chest is still bare, but he makes sure I’m covered from breasts to thighs. Shuddering, I bite my lip, then look up at him.
I’ve never had a problem starting a conversation with him, but I’m not sure what to do after that. I’m still shaking, still breathless, and pleasure keeps nipping at me. Wes smiles and kisses my forehead.
“You left.” It spills out of me. His smile falls and he nods once, suddenly serious. I swallow. “It hurt, Wes. You were just gone. I didn’t know if I did something wrong. I didn’t know where your head was at. You were gone and silence is worse than saying ‘I need time’ or something like that.”
He looks at my hand on his chest and takes it.
He kisses each finger slowly, then my palm.
After a slow exhale, he turns the full force of his eyes on me.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t know what to do after kissing you.
It wasn’t bad. It was … impossibly good and I didn’t know what to do with that. ”
“Stay. Kiss me again. Tell me that,” I whisper.
“I had to work everything out logically. I let my feelings take over once and it led to me in the infirmary because I didn’t think. I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to do this and not be certain. I’ve already claimed your first time.”
“And are clearly very sorry.”
He chuckles and kisses my palm again, then the inside of my wrist. “I want to be respectful. I want to show you what you deserve. Rushing into things, not being sure about what will happen after we satisfy the lust … I couldn’t do that to you and I can’t.”
“So … you have a plan now?” I start to pull away. “After questioning things.”
“Questioning what to do, not you. I didn’t doubt what I feel for you. The fact I love you is so obvious that even Michael knows it.”
“You … you love me?” I ask.
He blushes. I think it’s the first time I’ve seen it. He pulls my hand to his cheek and nods. “Don’t say it back. Whether you feel it or not. I can’t take another first. But I’m not going anywhere, Hailey. It’s you and me, as long as you’ll give this – us – a chance. A real one. I’m all in.”
“That’s all I’ve wanted. I just … I thought doubt got the best of you,” I admit.
“The age difference doesn’t bother you?” he asks.
“No. I told you I recognized you. I knew that you were older from the start,” I answer. “Does my dad bother you?”
“Slightly, but I’ll get over it. I’ll take care of it. Because you’re worth it,” he answers.
“Not just words this time,” I whisper. “No running away.”
“Never again,” he answers. He kisses me slowly, pulling me closer to him. “Doubt’s an obstacle I’m happy to remove for both of us. I’ll prove myself every day, baby. Starting by us cleaning up together, then me telling you everything I can think of until you fall asleep in my arms.”