Chapter 28 #2
“I stand by the fact that I’m only a sweet tooth when it comes to your pussy,” I rasp, pinning her with my eyes as I lean in and wrap my lips around the straw. “But the shake is all right.”
She rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss the blush that tints her cheeks.
She’s not wrong about the food. I devour my burger and fries—the animal-style version of both. Once we’re done, Willow gathers the remainder of the food and darts to the big house to pass them off to her parents, as well as shower and change.
I showered too while she was gone and am pulling my legs into sweats when she re-enters my bedroom, leaning against the door—bare feet, sun-kissed skin on full display beneath a pair of tight, athletic shorts and a long tee.
She’s fresh faced and glowing—fucking beautiful as she tilts her head and smiles at me. “Are you feeling any better?”
“Physically or mentally?” I ask with a rough laugh, pressing a kiss to her lips as I pass her on the way to the bed.
“Better on both fronts. It doesn’t hurt to breathe anymore, so I think my rib is fine.
I’ve had bruised and broken ribs before, I’d know if it was bad.
My muscles are a little sore—and will probably feel worse tomorrow, but for now I’m fine.
Would feel a lot better with you in bed beside me, though. ”
I expect her to blush or grin, but instead, Willow’s face falls, expression becoming crestfallen. Still, she pushes off the wall and crawls onto the foot of the bed. “Your father? He did that to you?”
I swallow, nodding as she slowly comes up beside me, running her hand along my torso with a cautious touch. “I wish I could erase it, Wes,” she says softly. “All the pain he caused you.”
“When you touch me,” I breathe, “it kind of feels like that.”
“Really?” she asks before leaning over, pressing her lips to my ribs. “Where else did he hurt you, baby?”
“Fuck,” I hiss, the sound of her words and the feel of her mouth spreading heat to every corner of my being. “Umm . . . mostly places that couldn’t be seen. He’d kick me in the stomach, shove me into walls. Grab my arms hard enough to bruise—but only my biceps or shoulders.”
She drags her mouth over my sternum, tongue darting out to lick my chest as she continues to my shoulder. “Here?”
I nod, and she moves down my arm, kissing it.
“Here?”
I nod once more, and she lifts her gaze to mine—those aquamarine pools bursting with emotion. Some war between rage for my father, sorrow for my childhood, and desire for my body.
She rises to her knees, gently lifting her leg over my hips, but doesn’t drop her weight. “Is this going to be okay?”
“Yeah, love. It’s more than okay.” I grip her waist, guiding her down atop me.
“Are you still in pain?”
“No,” I whisper. I’m sore, yes, but nowhere near enough to not be touching her right now.
Willow plants a palm on the center of my chest, dragging it down until it reaches the place where her body meets mine, fingers whispering over the hard length tenting my bottoms. “Is this okay?”
“Always, love.” I whimper when she squeezes my cock before I grasp her wrist. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured into touching me out of pity for my past.”
Her brows draw together, full lips pouting, soft eyes flaring.
“No, Wes,” she murmurs, reaching into the collar of her tee and pulling something from the strap of her bra.
Gold foil flashes between her fingers as she holds up a condom.
“I’m ready. I’ve been ready, and after watching you disappear beneath the waves today .
. .” Her breath halts, and she dips her head before continuing in a soft murmur, “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to feel everything with you.”
My chest tightens at the realization she’s been planning this.
That she’s thought through this step in our relationship enough to prepare this way.
I search into the depths of myself for some ounce of hesitation, some sign that I want to keep waiting, that we aren’t ready, but all I find is eagerness and raw need.
I lift up in bed, pain slashing over my left side, but I ignore it. Grasping her chin, I lift her gaze to mine. “I want to feel everything with you too, Wills.” I laugh gruffly. “But I’m so damn afraid I’m going to make a fool of myself.”
The corner of her lips tilts, her eyes morphing from hesitant and unsure to heated and utterly devastating. “I’ll take care of you, baby.”
My cock pulses, and those tilted lips spread wider when she feels it.
I spread my fingers wide, gliding my hands up her waist, lifting her shirt with them.
She grabs the hem, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.
Her gaze stays locked on mine as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, the fabric loosening around her chest as the straps fall off her shoulders.
My calloused fingers brush over her smooth skin as I pull the straps down, removing her bra completely. Her peaked, rosy-pink nipples move with each expansion of her heaving chest—my tongue flicks over my lips, desperate to taste them.
“You sure you want this with me, Wes?”
I soak in her body, cataloging every inch of exposed, delectable skin.
Her golden hair tumbles over her shoulders in thick waves, freckled flesh glowing and flushed from the heat of my gaze, eyes blazing—pleading for confirmation.
I’m at a loss for how to show her just how badly I want her. How I’ve never needed anything more.
“I’m so in awe of you that my tongue is sticking to my mouth.
I’m speechless, Willow, so I’m having a bit of trouble expressing myself, honestly.
” I rub my jaw. “That’s what looking at you does to me.
That is how desperately I crave you.” I buck my hips slightly, pressing my cock against her core. “Does that clear anything up?”
She tosses her head back with a laugh, and somehow, she’s even more beautiful like this. Willow falls forward, aligning her face with mine, studying me with a flare of adoration. She brushes her mouth over my lips, kissing me gently before pulling back and lifting off the bed.
She slips out of her shorts and panties as I tug off my sweats and underwear. I lie back, propping an elbow beneath my head so I can watch her crawl between my legs again—entirely bare this time. My mind short-circuits when she slides a palm up my length, grasping my cock and pumping it once.
She bites her lip, and I lick mine, confident she can hear the drumming of my heart. I fear the force of its pounding may bring this entire house down. Every atom in my body rushes to my core as Willow straddles me again, the heat of her center radiating against my cock.
“I’ve been tested recently. After . . . everything. I also had an IUD inserted, so I’m clear on all fronts, but I’d still feel best if we used—”
I nod rapidly. “Of course, Willow. You don’t need to explain yourself.”
Her brows knit, eyes blazing with gratitude that she doesn’t need to be expressing as she nods.
Willow takes the condom wrapper between her teeth and tears it open, eyes locked on mine—it is by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. That is, until she takes it out and begins rolling it down my aching cock. I’m grateful she didn’t ask me to do it, I wouldn’t have known how.
She doesn’t make me feel inadequate, in fact, Willow looks at me like I’m gifting her with the experience of owning me this way. Like I’m the one giving her something, when in reality, she’s offering me everything.
She rises to her knees, hovering over my hips as she positions my cock at her entrance. The room is pin-drop silent outside the mingled sound of our heavy breath when Willow slowly sinks down on me.
The moment I’m enveloped by her soft warmth and mind-melting wetness, a foreign, electric sensation rushes over every inch of my heated skin.
My blood catches flame brighter than anything I’ve known before.
My entire being explodes, expanding into multitudes before snapping back together like a band—all of me narrowed on my connection with Willow. The joining of our bodies.
Some kind of animalistic noise crawls from my throat, begging for escape when she drops another inch. My hands claw at the sheets, a bead of sweat forms on my brow as I reach deep inside myself for some sense of composure, willing myself not to come before I’m even fully inside her.
“You’re so big, Wes,” she moans, tossing her head back as she slides down farther, until she’s nearly seated on me completely.
I whimper—fucking pathetically, though I’m uncaring.
I’d weep for her, crawl to her, fucking obliterate myself.
For her soul, her mind, her body. The way she welcomes me, binding our beings with the mingling of flesh.
Being inside Willow is beyond erotic—it’s fucking spiritual.
I feel the altering of my very composition.
The imprint of her upon my skin. As if she’s completing me wholly.
She tightens. I unravel.
Her body molds to mine. My soul takes shape around hers.
“Fuck, Wills,” I say through gritted teeth, hands flying to her hips—desperate to feel her body tremble alongside mine.
“You’re taking it, love.” My gaze locked on where we’re flushed together, the way she’s stretching around me, adjusting to accommodate my body taking space in hers.
“Look at you. God, Willow. You’re unreal. You’re perfect.”
Her voice shakes with every word when she huffs a whispered laugh, “I could be terrible. You have nothing to compare it to.”
“No,” I growl. Sliding a hand to knot in her hair, forcing her face to meet mine when I sit up and drag our joined bodies to the top of the bed until I’m in a seated position.
“It’s perfect because it’s you, Willow. You.
” I kiss her forehead. “This is perfect.” I kiss her lips.
“These are perfect.” Tugging her hair again so that her back arches and her head snaps back, I press my mouth to her chest. “This right here?” I murmur over her heart.
“Does me in, baby. This is all encompassing. All consuming.” I lift my hips, mind reeling at the slick, tight feel of her wrapped around me.
The way she pulses with every word I speak.
“There isn’t one part of you that isn’t beautiful, Willow.
There isn’t a single thing I’d ever change.
Do you get that? You are more than a dream.
Far beyond any expectation I could’ve set, any future I could’ve envisioned for myself.
You are superior to every fantasy my mind could’ve ever drummed up.
I don’t need to experience anything else. All I need—all I want—is you.”