Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
West
The beast inside is at war with the man I try to be the rest of the time. I want to just throw her down and ravage her, but I need to know what she wants first.
“Tell me what you need,” I whisper gruffly as I cover her body with mine.
“It’s been a long time,” she says softly, eyes trained on mine. “The first time is probably going to be quick.”
For some reason, that takes my dick from semi to full attention.
“How long?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“Four…years.”
She hasn’t had sex since she found out she was pregnant.
And she chose me to break her dry spell.
Or maybe I chose her. Whatever the case, we’re definitely not going to rush.
“Then I guess we’ll get that first time over with quick so we can go nice and slow the second time.”
A mischievous smile curves her lips and she wiggles beneath me, tugging at her blouse.
“Allow me.” I lift to my knees and settle on my haunches as I pull her shirt over her head.
She’s wearing a pretty white bra beneath, unlike the sports bras she wore during the storm, and I take a moment to drink in how gorgeous she is.
Despite being more slender than I usually like, there’s plenty to lose myself in.
Full, round breasts that are a perfect handful. Flat stomach. Smooth, silky thighs.
She’s sexy as fuck.
I’ve always been a breast guy but even though Serena’s are gorgeous, it’s her long legs that make my mouth water.
She’s the tallest woman I’ve ever been with and now that we’re not hiding under blankets because of the cold, I’m enjoying the hell out of my first real glimpse of her.
I’ve touched her all over but seeing her spread out in front of me is different.
A veritable feast.
In fact, I think that’s where I’ll start.
I nuzzle her stomach as my fingers hook the sides of the yoga pants she’s wearing. My lips skim her hip bone as I drag the pants down a couple of inches. I lick a trail along the top of her mound, tugging the pants down a little more. The more skin that’s exposed, the more turned on I am.
And everything about her is exquisite.
Wiggling her pants halfway down her thighs, I realize she’s not wearing any panties beneath, and she’s completely bare.
So fucking beautiful.
I glance up, to see her watching me with a look I can’t quite describe. It’s not adoration, but it’s close. There’s lust involved, but it’s more than that. Whatever it is, when she pulls her lower lip through her teeth, a low growl leaves my chest.
“Keep that up, angel, and the first time is going to be over before it starts.”
“I think you have a lot more control than that,” she says with a smirk.
Usually.
Tonight, I feel like a teenager again, trying to keep my dick under control so I don’t embarrass myself.
“I’ll do my best.” I pull her pants the rest of the way off and I’m about to crawl between her legs when she snaps her knees shut.
“Not until I see a little skin too,” she whispers.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I toss it across the room.
“Better?”
“Mm. Yes.” She rakes her eyes down my torso, settling on the erection tenting my sweats. “But there’s more.”
I chuckle. “There is. You have to wait for the rest. But I promise—it’ll be worth it.” With that, I grab her thighs and push them apart. “Fuck, angel, my mouth is watering.” I can’t tell if I hear or feel her sigh, but all I can think about is the delicacy before me.
Oral is one of my favorite things, but I don’t indulge often because my health tends to be more important than pleasure. But this is Serena, and everything about her is different. Special.
The first swipe of my tongue elicits moans from both of us. I assume hers is from pleasure and mine, well, mine is pure heaven. She’s all sweet, tangy woman and despite my intention to take my time, I dive in like I’m starved.
Using my fingers, I gently separate the soft, pink lips, and use the tip of my tongue to trace lines between them. They’re plump and full, ready for me to do whatever I want to them. Lick. Kiss. Suck. Yeah, I’m going to do it all. I don’t know what she likes but I’m about to find out.
“Let me know if you want harder, softer…” I murmur against her heated flesh.
She wiggles in response, shifting her hips into what I hope is a comfortable position. I lick from ass to clit and she groans long and loud—music to my ears. Fuck, she’s delicious.
I rub my thumb back and forth across her clit as I suckle the tender skin beneath it. My touch is light—some women are sensitive—and try to gauge what she’s feeling, but it doesn’t take long.
“West!” Her voice is a harsh whisper, hips tilting up to get closer.
“You gonna come for me, angel?” I whisper, pressing a finger inside her. I haven’t found her G-spot yet but I will. Once that happens, it’s game over.
I press deeper with my finger while continuing to suck on her lips and tease her clit. There’s no doubt when I find her G-spot because not only is the flesh slightly different there, she makes a sound I can only describe as animalistic.
“West—yes! There!” She bucks, thrashing against my face, fingers digging into my hair.
But I fucking love it.
Even the pinpricks of pain in my scalp as she rides out her orgasm get me hard. Harder. It seems like I’ve been hard since I first met her.
“Oh, fuck.” She’s panting, all but melted into the mattress, chest heaving, breath coming in short gasps. “What was that?”
“I think it’s called an orgasm…never had one before?” I sit up and grin. My beard is coated with her juices and I brush my hand across it with a grin. “Look at the mess you made.”
She lifts hooded eyes and wrinkles her nose. “I do believe it’s you that made the mess. I was just lying here minding my own business…”
“Uh huh.” I reach down to slide off my sweats and wiggle out of them.
Serena is still lying on the bed, not moving, and I glance down at her.
“You okay?”
“I’m just waiting for my soul to return to my body,” she murmurs with a sexy, sleepy smile.
Oh, yeah.
That’s what I like to hear. And see. And taste.
“No need for it to get comfortable,” I say, grabbing some condoms out of my nightstand and then crawling toward her. “I plan to send it packing again in a little bit.”
She laughs and reaches out her arms.
Dropping my head, I kiss her. Deep, strong pulls on her tongue mingle with nips to her lower lip, since I know she likes it. And she kisses me back with vigor. Like she’s been waiting for this as much as I have.
“You like being on top?” I ask, lifting my head for a beat.
“I like when you’re in control making all the decisions.”
Jesus, my dick has been on high alert all night but that statement just takes everything up another level.
“Then we’re going to take our time and I’ll figure out exactly what you like.” I reach for a condom, open the package and then hand it to her. “You do the honors.”
She doesn’t hesitate, pulling it out as I roll to the side. Her lips part as she gazes down at my erection, and she rolls it down without hesitation. Then her eyes meet mine with an unspoken command.
And I know exactly what she wants.
I settle between her legs and kiss her some more, a little less urgently now because we both understand what’s coming. She knows it’s going to be good and right now that’s my only goal in life.
Her legs open wider for me and I nudge the head at her slick entrance. She tilts her hips, drawing me in and I slide deep, pausing when I’m about halfway. Her eyes flutter open, a question in them, and I smile.
“Just making sure you’re right here with me,” I say gruffly. “Look at me when I fuck you, angel.”
“Yes.” Her eyes go from gray to silver to liquid platinum as I press the rest of the way in.
Neither of us move as I bottom out and she wraps her arms around my back.
“You feel sooo good, West. So, so good.”
“Nice and full?”
“God, yes.”
I pull out slowly, right to the tip, and then thrust in hard and deep. One hand drifts to the back of my neck, curling into the hair there, effectively holding me in place as she pulls my head down for another soul-bending kiss that momentarily distracts me from what my dick wants.
She’s so damn sweet, I could kiss her for hours. And I want to.
But there are other things I want too.
“This might be quick,” I admit, one side of my mouth quirking up. “It’s been a while for me too.”
“Fuck me, West. Get yourself off so then we can start over and take our sweet time.”
If I’m not careful, I’m going to catch feelings.
Big, fat, real feelings.
Nope. Not going there.
Instead, I focus on how good it feels to be fully seated inside her pussy. How slick and tight she is, trying to strangle my cock.
How beautiful she looks lying beneath me, that one hand still curled in my hair, nails of the other digging into my lower back.
I pick up speed, gliding in and out easily because she’s so wet.
For me.
I know that’s how it works. You make out, a little foreplay, turn each other on, and fuck. Our bodies know what to do.
But this is more than that.
I’ve been around the block enough times to know when something is special. Important.
God dammit.