25. Weston
25
Weston
D aisy leans across her bed to her nightstand, digging through the drawer for a moment. When she turns back to me, she’s holding a purple vibrator, about five inches long, covered in a soft silicone material.
“I, um, use this,” she mumbles, her cheeks streaked pink.
I take the device from her, examining it. When I twist the end, it vibrates in my hand, and the more I twist it, the faster it goes.
I look at Daisy spread out on her back across her bed, and I can’t help but toss the toy aside and lower myself over her, taking her mouth again. My hands disappear into her chocolate hair, twisting in the strands, and she lets out a quiet moan as our tongues collide. The sound sends blood rushing to my cock, and I press my hips against her, pinning her to the mattress. This draws a needy whimper from her throat, and her tongue laps more greedily against mine.
I nudge the strap of her dress from her shoulder, trailing my mouth over the freckled skin. Her hands grasp my hair, and I lift myself off her so I can tug her dress over her head, needing to feel more of her. She’s wearing red lacy panties with a matching bra, and it takes all my strength not to pull them off, too.
I lower myself down and her legs wrap around me, inviting me closer. When I press my stiff cock into the heat of her core, I release a moan of satisfaction. I’m so fucking desperate to bury myself inside her, but I won’t. Not tonight. I don’t want to rush, because I know that when Daisy and I do eventually cross that line, there’ll be no going back for me. I’ve thought about this a lot since I nearly devoured her on my kitchen island last night, and I can’t let myself get carried away again, as much as I might want to. Daisy is the only woman I’ve ever wanted— truly wanted—besides Lydia, and I need to make sure I’m ready to make that commitment again. More to the point, I need to make sure Daisy is ready for that kind of commitment. This will be her first time, and I sure as hell won’t take that for granted. I know she says she wants this, but we both need to be sure.
Completely sure.
I force myself to slow down, breaking our kiss as I reach for the vibrator, passing it to her.
“Show me what you’d do if I wasn’t here,” I grate out, peeling myself from her soft, hot skin with what can only be described as Herculean effort.
She looks up at me with dark eyes, her lips red and raw. Swallowing hard, she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, not taking her gaze from me.
Fuck, I forgot how perfect her breasts are, her nipples tight rosy buds, begging for my mouth. I stare at them, my cock a rigid pole in my jeans, but I don’t touch her.
Jesus Christ . I deserve a freaking medal.
“I do this,” she whispers, switching on her vibrator and brushing it over her nipple. She jolts at the sensation, a gasp of pleasure escaping her mouth. I ball my fists at my side so I don’t take over, watching as she teases her nipples, thighs pressed together.
I need to see more. I need to see her make herself come so that when I get home tonight and furiously jerk off, I can picture her pleasuring herself.
“Take your panties off,” I growl. “Show me that pretty pussy.”
Her eyebrows spring up her forehead.
Shit, I don’t know what’s come over me, speaking to her like this. I feel crazed, having her here and trying to hold back. I’m behaving like an animal.
“I’m sorry, Daisy,” I mutter, hanging my head in shame. “I shouldn’t talk to you like that.”
“No,” she breathes, cheeks pink as her dark eyes bore into mine. “I… I like it.”
Now my brows shoot up. “You like me telling you what to do?”
She swallows, nodding. “And… the other thing.”
“The other thing?”
“The… dirty talk.”
Oh, fuck .
I press my eyes shut in agony. How the hell am I going to survive this without jumping her? What if I don’t have the strength?
You do , I tell myself. You will, because she deserves for her first time to be meaningful. She deserves better than you losing control .
Locking my jaw, I force my gaze back to her beautiful naked form spread out on her bed. She’s so fucking perfect, dark hair mussed, nipples at attention, freckled skin flushed with arousal. I won’t fuck her tonight, but I can still ensure she’s satisfied in all the ways that matter.
“Then do as I said,” I grit out. “And let me see that sweet little pussy of yours.”
She sets the vibrator aside and peels her panties down her legs, kicking them to the floor. Then she leans back on her elbows and stares up at me, but there’s something different in her gaze now—a fire that wasn’t there before. Her mouth twitches with a naughty smile that makes my cock throb eagerly in my jeans.
Not tonight, buddy .
My gaze drifts across Daisy's bare thighs, taking in the dark triangle of hair where they meet. My hands are tight fists at my side, so I’m not tempted to reach out and force her thighs apart.
“Spread your legs.”
She bites her lip to hold back her smile, spreading her left leg slightly, then stopping. She’s moving agonizingly slow on purpose, and the beast inside me roars with impatience.
“I said spread your fucking legs, Daisy.”
Her breath rushes out hard, and she does as I say, eyes wide, chest shuddering. She’s right. She fucking loves me taking charge like this, and I can’t deny how intoxicating it is to have her at my mercy.
“Touch yourself,” I instruct, eyes riveted to her swollen pink opening.
Daisy’s fingers drift between her thighs and brush her clit. She gives a little whimper as she begins to stroke herself in a circular motion, and I watch, my cock leaking in my jeans.
This could kill me.
I should touch her myself, should use my tongue and hands like I did last night to make her come. Fuck, knowing I’m the first man to make her orgasm is unbelievable. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it—about the way she fell apart on my kitchen island, gripping my hair and riding my mouth. I spent the entire day at work useless, fantasizing about the feel of her, her sweet musky taste, counting down the minutes until I could do it again tonight.
But if I lay another finger on her, I’ll lose it. I won’t be able to stop myself from thrusting inside her and claiming her for myself.
So instead, I do the next best thing.
I pick the vibrator up from the bed and hand it to her again. “Put this inside you. I want you to pretend it’s me.”
The flush on her cheeks deepens. “Y-you?”
I nod. “Pretend it’s my cock. Imagine it’s me fucking you.”
Daisy sucks in a deep breath. “On one condition.” Her gaze drops to my dick, angrily tenting the front of my jeans. “You join me.”
My cock flexes as if it can feel her gaze, can hear her words, and I grind my molars, preparing to say no. But I’m only human, and before I can get the word out, my hands are on my zipper, freeing myself from my boxer briefs. I mean, why shouldn’t I join her? I won’t lay a finger on her, but still… I can’t just fucking watch.
I wrap my fist around the hard heat of my shaft, the pressure bringing me no relief. It knows what it wants, and it’s sure as hell not my own hand.
“Oh, shit,” Daisy whispers, eyes fastened on where I’m gripping myself. “That is so fucking hot.” She twists the end of the vibrator and it springs to life, buzzing in her hand. Then she lowers it between her legs and pushes it inside herself, mouth opening to release a low moan.
Christ. If I’m not careful, I could come right now.
Daisy watches me slowly stroke myself, pumping the vibrator into herself with one hand, teasing her clit with the other. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, this woman pleasuring herself. She knows just how much pressure she needs, just where to touch. I try to take mental notes, to remember exactly what she likes, but I’m dizzy as I climb closer to my release.
“Fuck, Daisy, you’re going to make me come.”
She breathes out a giggle. “Me? I’m not even touching you.”
I grunt as she thrusts the vibrator deeper. “Watching you is enough, baby.”
She presses her eyes closed, focusing on her pleasure, on sensation. She writhes on the bed as she works toward her own release, and when her eyes open again, they’re wild.
“Then do it,” she rasps. “Come on me. I need it, Wes.”
God. The way she says my name like that.
She spreads her legs even further, fucking herself with the vibrator as she works her fingers roughly over her clit. “Come on me right here.”
Holy Jesus fucking Christ.
I explode.
My roar is enough to shake the building as I grip my pulsing cock, watching my seed splatter between Daisy’s thighs, her body spasming with her own orgasm. I come harder than I have in forever, painting her freckled skin with my release as she loses herself in sensation.
Our gazes lock as we come down from the high, catching our breath. Then Daisy does something completely unexpected and swipes a finger through my cum, raising it to her lips, sampling it. My heart jumps at the way she sucks it from her finger as if it’s melted gourmet chocolate. Her lips kick up on one side, and she lets out a long, satisfied breath.
Is there anything sexier than this woman?
I examine the mess I’ve made across her lower half, and grimace. “Sorry, that was—”
“So hot,” she finishes for me. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I chuff a quiet laugh as I tuck myself into my underwear. “Neither have I, actually, and trust me, that’s not what I had planned for tonight.” With a sigh, I turn to find some tissue or a washcloth. “Give me a minute. I’ll grab you something to clean up.”
“Bathroom is along the hall, to the right,” Daisy tells me from the bed.
When I push into the small, tiled room, I spy the bathtub and change my mind, flicking on the tap and letting the tub fill with warm water. There’s a bottle of bubble bath on the counter so I add some, and when I spot candles on the windowsill with a box of matches, I light them and place them around the tub. This is far nicer than simply throwing a washcloth at Daisy. She can relax in the water and clean off.
But I’ll need to head home. I might have taken the edge off, but I know that given half the chance, I’d climb into bed and make love to her tonight.
“What’s taking so… Oh.” Daisy appears at the doorway, noticing the candles and bubbles. “You ran the tub?”
I lift a shoulder, trying to play it down. To pretend that it was a practical solution to clean herself up, and not because I wanted to do something nice for her after we were intimate. Not because I want to do so many more things with her, but I’m trying to take it slowly.
“I made a mess all over you,” I say, nudging Daisy toward the water. She’s still naked, and I need her to submerge herself, to hide under the bubbles so I can forget how exquisite she is.
Yeah, that’s likely .
She smiles, dipping a toe into the tub. Then she pulls her hair up into a knot on top of her head, before lowering herself into the water with a sigh.
“Thanks for tonight.” I inch toward the door. “I had a great—”
Daisy’s brows crash together. “You’re not joining me?”
I swallow, noting the way the bubbles don’t quite conceal her breasts. Her nipples are pink islands floating in the white foam, and my dick twitches to life again.
“I… I really should go.”
“Oh.” Her face falls. She glances down, picking up a handful of bubbles and blowing at them half-heartedly. “Of course.”
Her disappointment is tangible, a thick cloud that descends over the bathroom, and I hate myself for it. She deserves much better than for me to eat her food, come all over her, then leave. I want to tell her how I feel—that she’s the only woman I’ve ever been crazy about besides Lydia, that I never thought I’d feel this way again—but I don’t want to scare her, and I don’t know how to explain the hesitation tugging at me to take things slowly. I’ve never been in this position where I’ve wanted someone so badly, but also feel the need to hold back. It’s as new to me as it is to her.
And since I can’t find the words, I’ll do my best to show her.
“Scoot forward,” I say, unzipping my jeans and dropping them on the floor, along with my underwear. Then I step into the warm water behind Daisy, sliding my legs down either side of hers and pulling her back flush against my stomach. She sighs, leaning her weight back into me, resting her head against my chest. My heart melts at the feel of her in my arms, and I make a mental vow that nothing more will happen tonight. That this is the most I’ll allow myself to have with her.
“I shot another roll of film today,” Daisy murmurs, swirling her fingertips through the bubbles.
“That’s great.” I knew it was her day off, and it took all my energy not to call in sick to work this morning and spend the day with her instead. “What did you shoot?”
“I went to the West Village and took pictures of the neighborhood. I’d never noticed how pretty the buildings are.” She laughs self-consciously. “I don’t really know what I’m doing with architecture, but after Violet showed me the carriage houses in Brooklyn Heights, the old buildings in the city have fascinated me.”
I smile. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might like to shoot the historical buildings of New York, but if anyone can inspire that in her, it would be Violet. She runs the historical restoration business with Kyle.
“I shot more of the carriage houses and other parts of Brooklyn Heights a couple weeks ago,” Daisy adds, and I nod, having seen some of those pictures strung up in the darkroom. “I think I want to explore that more. The architectural details of the historical buildings.”
My heart presses against my ribcage, hearing her speak excitedly about photography. I’m so damn proud of this woman for reclaiming this part of herself, for taking something that caused her pain and turning it into joy.
I snake my hands around her waist, holding her close as I bury my nose in her hair. The citrusy smell of her shampoo floods my senses, and I press my lips to the shell of her ear. I wonder if she can feel the way I’m growing hard again with her soft, naked body pressed into me. I wonder if she can feel the way my heart beats steadily at the feel of her, the way I feel for her. How thoughtful she is, how creative, how sweet and sexy at the same time. Just being around her makes me a better man, and I can’t get enough.
“Wes,” she murmurs. “I keep thinking about something you said last night.”
I stroke her skin softly. “What’s that?”
“You said you’d wanted me for months. When I was with Jess…”
“Yeah.” I blow my breath out slowly, watching it ruffle a loose wisp of her hair. I could lie to her, but I don’t want to. Besides, she’s made it clear she wanted me all along, too. “I know I shouldn’t have wanted you while you were with my son, but…” My jaw hardens as I shake my head. “I couldn’t stop myself. It killed me to see you with him. It killed me to know you were his.”
Daisy is quiet.
“I don’t feel good about it,” I add.
“I don’t feel good about having feelings for you while I was with him, either. I tried to make them stop, but…” She shrugs, letting out a little sigh. “I couldn’t.”
Despite myself, a feeling of satisfaction snakes through me. I shake off any residual guilt at the thought of Jess, telling myself there’s no point in thinking about my son when he wants nothing to do with me. When I’ve got this woman here, right now.
You’re mine , I want to tell her, but I swallow the words, afraid of what she might think. I pull her closer, letting my hands roam her soft, wet skin. I’ll need to leave after this, to stop things from going any further, but for now, I just let myself hold her.
And even after everything I’ve been through, in this moment, I feel lucky as fuck.