Chapter 26 #2
I grasp her hips, hauling her backward and spinning her in my arms. She shrieks with laughter as I grip beneath her arms and lift her, setting her on the counter and stepping between her legs.
Her eyes widen, a baffled grin spreading over her cheeks.
She must clock the seriousness on my face though, because her features morph into bemused curiosity when she tilts her head, honeyed hair swaying with the movement.
It’s still dark outside, only the faint crest of indigo sky peeking through the window on the front door, but it’s enough to brighten her beautiful face. Mixed with the warm light in the room, she’s shrouded in gold. She’s the definition of golden, in fact.
Her swollen lips purse, parting on a questioned whisper of my name, “Wes—”
“I want my turn now.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flare, mouth popping open with the word. “You really don’t have to do that. It wasn’t a tit for tat kind of thing.”
“I’m aware.” I press a kiss to her nose.
“The thing is . . .” I drag my lips down to her jaw, pressing our bodies closer as I run my tongue down the column of her throat, earning a gasp from her.
“I’m starving, love.” I peer upward, mouth on her chest, her heart drumming against me.
“I’m in desperate need to taste you too. ”
When Willow darts her gaze away, a rush of defeat funnels through me. I thought I was doing a fairly good job of being seductive here, but when Willow sighs deeply, rearing back from me and closing her arms around her middle, caging herself in, I know something is wrong.
“What has you so hesitant, baby?” I ask, not stepping away from her entirely, but retreating enough to allow her to breathe.
“Nobody has touched—seen—me . . .” She bites her lip, eyes cast downward.
“Since, um . . . Since Parker, and he had . . . thoughts about my body. I’ve never been insecure about what I look like, and for the most part, I could shake off his comments, but when he’d speak of the pieces of me that only he was looking at .
. . I don’t know. They hit harder, I guess.
It wasn’t as if I could go to Allie or my parents for reassurance, it wasn’t as if I had many other opinions to compare it to.
Those things he said about me are kind of the only thing I see about myself now.
” Her gaze flutters up, so timid and unsure.
So unlike her it shreds me to my core. “I’m afraid you’ll feel the same way. ”
I’m fucking gutted.
Annihilated by the broken look on her face, the fractured tone in her voice.
“That's why I have trouble . . .” she continues, exhaling heavily. “It’s just hard to touch or look at myself without remembering what he said—what he saw when he looked at me there. It’s hard to imagine anyone else seeing me differently.”
“That day in the shower . . . you were . . .”
She snorts. “I was feeling bold. Plus, I knew you likely weren’t going to touch me that way. I knew I wasn’t going to be spread-eagle and directly at your eye line.”
A soft laugh escapes me, and I tilt her head up.
“Willow, baby. I’m so sorry some insecure, limp-dick piece of shit made you feel otherwise, but you are fucking perfect.
” I kiss her lightly, she leans into my touch.
“I’m a patient man, I know it’ll take time for you to forget his words.
Luckily for you, I’m also a determined man, and right now, I’m pretty fucking determined to replace memories of him with memories of me instead. ”
She moans, head kicking back as I glide my lips down her neck again, continuing my pursuit of her body. “Move slow.”
“You set the pace, Wills,” I rasp against her flesh. “You need me to stop, just say that word, okay?”
She nods, and I inch my fingers beneath the hem of her shorts, crawling toward the center of her thighs. She whimpers when I reach the crease of her thigh and my hand makes contact with her panties.
“This okay?” I ask, nipping at the neckline of her tank.
She nods, hips bucking. Using my teeth and my free hand, I pull down her top, exposing her breasts. I palm one, and she arches into the touch as I slip a finger beneath her underwear.
The last thing I wanted when Willow and I reached this point was to be unable to please her the way she deserved, so I’d researched a few diagrams of the female body and its erogenous zones. I’ve been reading her romance books too, so I know that the stimulation of the clit is essential.
When I slip my finger along her slit, I feel her bud roll under the pad of it. The deep exhale she lets out confirms everything her books have been saying. I move in small, rhythmic circles, keeping a solid pace and not adding too much pressure.
“Is this good, Wills? Tell me if it’s not.”
“Good.” She pants, moving her hips in sync with me. “So good.”
I continue stroking her as I swipe my tongue across her breast, taking one of her peaked nipples into my mouth and flicking it. The sound she elicits soaks into my bones, spurring me further.
I continue my pursual of her chest as my finger slips downward, teasing her center. “How about this? Can I go inside? I’m desperate to know what you feel like.”
A needy whine falls from her lips, and she nods rapidly.
I curl my finger inside her, just to the knuckle. My cock springs to attention when she clenches around me. She’s soft and warm and . . . “So fucking wet.”
“Hmm.” She hums in response, lifting her hips to force me deeper.
“Fucking tight too, Willow. A perfect little pussy.”
“Wes,” she cries as I press my palm against her clit.
She thrusts against my arm, head thrown back, eyes closed, breath stuttered as she chases pleasure. She’s so fucking beautiful like this—unraveling just for me.
“Will you let me taste it, Wills?”
Her eyes snap open, lust-laced gaze landing on me. “Are . . . Are you sure?”
I pull out of her and drop to my knees. I grip the waistband of her shorts in both hands, peering up at her.
She nods shallowly, lifting her hips to help me slip her clothing off, tossing it to the floor behind me.
Her thighs tremble against my palms as I spread her wide.
Willow bites her lip, and a blush crawls up her neck.
My gaze darts to the center of her thighs, and just as I imagined, her pink pussy is perfect. I’m fucking salivating at the sight—gleaming with her arousal.
“You are beyond words, Willow,” I rasp, breathless—thoroughly ruined. “Perfection.”
Raising my eyes to hers once more, I plead, “I’m so hungry, love. Please?”
She whimpers, and all I need is her soft nod of approval before I dive between her legs.
I dip my tongue into her, desperate for the first taste. Sliding up the length of her, I blow over her clit, kissing it gently before pulling back.
“You know I’m not experienced, baby, but I’m a quick learner,” I murmur against her skin.
“And fuck, I’m eager to please. I wanna be real good to you, so .
. .” I reach up and grasp her wrist, dragging her hand from the counter and into my hair, she immediately grabs hold of my strands.
“Guide me where you want me. Tell me if I do something wrong and please, tell me when I’m doing something right. ”
She nods, chest heaving, eyes screwed shut.
I keep my gaze fixed on her face as I slowly descend, gliding my tongue through her pussy again.
I move over her in long, languid strokes, noting the trembling of her each time I reach her clit, and how she tightens around my tongue when I pierce her core.
She’s so wet—her arousal tastes like her skin, but headier.
Deeper—more primal. Pure desire melting on my tongue.
She’s fucking delectable. I take back everything I’ve ever claimed about lacking a sweet tooth, because Willow’s pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and I’ll be needing it every day for the rest of my existence.
I press deeper, burying my nose in her scent as I lap, groaning when she rocks her hips and forces me even closer.
She drips into my mouth, and I swallow it hungrily—my mind reeling at the fact that it’s all for me.
That I’ve done this to her. I’ve never been more determined about anything in my goddamn life than I am to get Willow to this finish line.
My entire purpose is narrowed to the center of her body—to giving her every ounce of pleasure she deserves.
She groans, nearly sounding frustrated, and my cock stands to full attention when she pulls my hair—forcing my mouth over her clit again. She’s taking control, demanding the rapture she’s chasing, and it’s the hottest fucking experience of my life.
I’ll gladly oblige.
I sweep my tongue over her bud, setting a rhythm that—by the way she repeatedly moans my name while fucking herself into my face—seems to be working for her. I don’t let up, even when I’m struggling to breathe. Even when her thighs tighten around my neck and begin to suffocate me.
Fuck. I’d love to die just like this.
I tease her entrance with my finger, dipping just inside. She arches into it, attempting to force me deeper as she whimpers, “Yes—that. Right there.”
“You want me to finger-fuck you too, Wills?” I ask, grinning up at her.
She only responds with a needy mewl, bucking against me.
I slip inside her, thrusting twice before adding a second finger. Sliding deep, I hold them there, curling slightly as I begin massaging her with a beckoning motion.
“Fuck.” A quiver shoots through her body. “Yes. Keep going.”
“Am I doing good, love?”
“So good,” she whimpers.
“Give me those eyes and tell me that again.”
Her head snaps down, and I see the way she struggles to open her eyes.
It has my cock pulsing. If I hadn’t just come, I’d be coming now.
Willow could make me blow on eye contact alone, I think.
Half-lidded and swimming with desire, her gaze is a shimmering display—reflective blue pools, our shared need rippling back at me.
“Good.” She pants, pink lips parted. “So good, baby.”