28. Daisy
28
Daisy
W eston’s hands shake as they slide the straps of my dress down my shoulders. I reach behind my back to help him, unzipping the dress and wriggling out of it. When I turn back to remove his clothes too, he pauses, leaning back.
“I just want to look at you, Daisy.” He breathes out on a shaky exhale as his eyes roam over me. “You are so beautiful.”
Warmth spreads from my cheeks, down my neck and across my chest, and his gaze follows. It tints my skin the same color as my blush-pink bra and panties, and Weston hums his appreciation at the sight. It’s not the first time he’s called me beautiful, and while I’ve never considered myself to be pretty in the conventional sense, with him, I feel like a princess. Every word from him, every look he gives me, makes me feel more beautiful than all the guys I’ve dated in the past put together.
“I love your freckles,” he murmurs, leaning close to trail his mouth along my collarbone. The whiskers from his beard are coarse against the sensitive skin, and goosebumps rush across my bare skin. He notices, and glances up. “Are you cold?”
“No.” I smile. “It’s the way you touch me. My body goes crazy.”
He chuckles, bringing his lips back to my skin as he works his way down my chest, dipping into the valley between my breasts.
“I need to know you’re comfortable, okay?” He glances up again. “If you want to stop, or if I do something you don’t like, you need to tell me.”
I nod, my heart fluttering wildly behind my sternum. This is really happening. I’m going to have sex, and with Weston, of all people. As I watch him tenderly unhook and remove my bra, watch the reverent way he smooths his hands across my stomach and sighs, I can’t imagine anyone better to do this with. Anyone I trust more.
I try to tug his shirt off, but he maneuvers to the foot of the bed out of my reach, sliding my panties down my legs until I’m naked. I’m vaguely aware that he’s still fully clothed, but my thoughts evaporate the moment his tongue flicks my clit.
“Oh, shit,” I blurt, ever the lady. He gives a dark chuckle against my skin, tongue sweeping across me again.
“You’re already so wet, baby.” His voice is a gravelly rasp as he laps at my slick center, sending heat flooding through me. “I missed the taste of you.” His tongue dips inside me, lips closing around my clit to suck. He knows exactly how to make me feel good, and within minutes I’ve got my hands in his hair, moaning his name.
“Yes, Wes. Fuck, yes…”
Before I can reach my climax, he pulls away, rising to his feet and unbuttoning his shirt. As he tosses it aside, my gaze falls to the bulge threatening his zipper, and my heart jumps in anticipation. I watch as he slowly removes his pants and boxer briefs, freeing himself.
Fuck . I didn’t get a good look at his dick last night, because it was so firmly grasped in his hand, but holy shit , it is glorious. Not that I’ve seen all that many in my life. The majority of my experience is from the occasional porn video I’ve watched, but looking at Weston…
Wow .
People always talk about how ugly the penis is, but they’re wrong. There is nothing ugly about the way Weston’s massive erection juts from his pelvis and curves up his belly. Need shudders through me as I gaze at the red-purple head of it, the veins snaking up its sides. I’m overcome with a primal wave of lust, wet heat soaking my core. I want to crawl across the bed and take him into my mouth, but I’ve never done that before and don’t want anything to ruin the perfection of this moment between us.
Weston climbs onto the bed beside me, leaning in to take my mouth with his. My hand goes to his cheek, touching his beard, but I can’t help myself. My other hand strays between us, finding his hardness and circling it. He moans into my mouth as I stroke him, rubbing my thumb over his moist tip and using that to help me stroke. His hips thrust forward into my hand, his mouth devouring mine more greedily, until he pulls away.
“Oh God, Daisy, you have to stop.” His eyes are hooded, hazy, and dark. “It feels too good.”
I smile, dizzy at the thought that I’m making him feel that way. That I’m the one doing this to him.
His fingers find my center and he mutters a curse as I moan for him. He teases my entrance, sliding his fingers through my slickness and over my clit, and my body spasms as he swirls them there, watching my expression.
His fingers are wet with my arousal as he raises them to his mouth. “I can’t believe this is for me,” he whispers, licking his fingers clean.
Holy . Shit .
He returns to his task, pushing his fingers inside me, gently working me open for him, and I lie back on the bed, whimpering in pleasure, desperate for more.
“I need you,” I rasp.
“Do you have a condom?”
I nod, stifling a laugh at this, because yes , I am very prepared to lose it to Weston. Rifling through my bag on the floor, I pull out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, setting them on the bed, but something occurs to me, and I turn back to Wes.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” I begin, and he nods.
“I know, babygirl.”
Fuck me . Hearing that word from his mouth gives me a full-body shiver.
I shake my head, trying to focus. “No, what I mean is… I’m on the pill.” I went on it a few months back, when I thought Jess and I were going to sleep together, but I’ll spare Wes that little detail. “And I was wondering, when did you last… I mean, have you, since…” I break off, embarrassed. What am I thinking, asking him that?
“Oh.” Realization dawns on Weston’s face, and he sits up. “I’ve only ever…” He clears his throat. “Lydia is the only woman I’ve ever been with.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. He can’t be serious.
Wes takes my hand. “Lydia and I met when we were eighteen. After she died, the last thing I wanted to do was…” He shakes his head. “It’s only Lydia, and, if I’m lucky, you.”
My heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. Here I was thinking I was the one doing something big here, but it’s a first time of sorts for him, too.
“Oh, Wes.” I shuffle forward and brush my lips over his, cradling the back of his head. I have never known a more genuine, wonderful man. “Well, I was going to say, we could use a condom if you want, but if you’d prefer not to, that’s okay too.”
His eyes fall closed, his jaw tightening. “Christ, Daisy. Yes, I want that. I want that very much.” He glances at me, swallowing. “But if we do that, I won’t last long.”
I smile. “That’s okay. I just want…” I take a deep breath, acknowledging the vulnerability that tugs at me and continuing anyway. “I want to be as close as possible to you.”
Weston’s breath rushes out. He lays me back down, lips touching mine softly. “I want that too. That’s all I want.”
Emotion is a hot ball in my chest. How did I get so lucky that he wants me as much as I want him?
I spread my legs and motion for him to climb on top of me, but instead, he reaches for the bottle of lube, squirting some into his hand. I watch as he gently applies it between my legs. I don’t think I need it, but I love how he’s taking care of me. If it’s possible, it makes me want him even more.
“Come here.” I tug him onto me, the heat of his skin warming me through. His smell washes over me, the bergamot notes of his cologne mixed with just a hint of sweat. It’s intoxicating, and the minute I feel his hardness settle at my entrance, I shift my hips to rub myself on the head of his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he bites out, rocking his hips in response. Our lips crash together as he slides back and forth at my entrance, rubbing my clit into a frenzy.
Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.
With a tilt of my hips, I urge him lower until he nudges inside me. I breathe out at the sheer relief of having him, finally, after all this time. The weight of him on top of me, the press of his lips on mine, the scratch of his chest hair on my breasts. It’s fucking perfect.
Wes raises himself onto his elbows to watch my face as he slowly enters me. He’s much bigger than my vibrator, and my mouth falls open as I feel myself stretch around his cock.
“Okay, baby?” he asks between clenched teeth, easing himself deeper.
I nod, trying to catch my breath at the sensation. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt; a fullness I never knew I needed, with a whisper of pain. He’s not all the way in yet, but having his mouth cover mine, having him stroke my cheek so tenderly, feels like heaven.
He gives a slow, cautious roll of his hips that sends both pleasure and pain coursing through me. I shift my hips, trying to escape the discomfort, and Wes notices.
“Should I stop?” he asks, beginning to pull away.
“No.” I wrap my arms around him, holding him closer. I can feel his heart hammering through his chest, against my own shuddering heart. “Please don’t stop.”
He studies me with concern. “Does it hurt?”
“A little, but I want this, Wes. I want you.”
He exhales unsteadily and brings his mouth back to mine, giving another gentle thrust. The pain is a sharp sting, coupled with a faint pleasure, and I groan at the confusing sensation.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs, gently rocking his hips.
“Again,” I pant.
Another thrust, deeper this time, and the pain begins to subside.
“That’s better.” I widen my legs. “I want all of you.”
Weston chuckles against my ear. “I’m trying, babygirl. You’re so damn tight.”
Hearing that name from his tongue again sends heat coursing through me, and I grab his ass, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck,” he curses. “How’s that?”
“It’s good.” The pain is little more than a dull ache now. All I can think about is getting Weston’s entire dick inside of me. I want it. I need it.
“Good,” Wes pants, thrusting again, harder. “You’re doing so well.”
“Yeah?”
He nods, pushing himself back onto his knees so he can watch the place where we join. “Look at you, taking my cock. So good, babygirl.”
His filthy words send heat spiraling to my center. “Fuck, Wes, I lose my mind when you talk to me like that.”
He grins, licking his thumb and lowering it to stroke my throbbing clit. Sliding slowly out, he pumps back into me, hard. It’s deeper this time, and there’s more pain, eclipsed by pleasure as he swirls his thumb.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, watching me stretch around him. “Take all of me. You can do it.”
I moan as my body resists the invasion, his thumb working my clit to distract me from the pain. He pinches my nipple with his other hand, thrusting deeper.
“You okay?”
“I’m okay.” I watch him above me, the muscles in his torso bunching as he rolls his hips, a wave of salt-and-pepper hair falling across his forehead. I run my hands over his pecs, the definition in his abs, sighing. “I’m more than okay.”
His thumb works overtime as he gives another firm thrust. A sharp flash of pain only lasts a second before giving way to pleasure.
“Good girl, there you go.” His words make me whimper for him. “You’re taking all of me now.”
He lowers himself back over me, so his chest is flush with mine, and our mouths come together. He stills his hips for a moment, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. I’m so full with him, and my heart beats double time at the thought.
“I’m so glad I did this with you,” I whisper.
“Me too, Daisy.” He brushes my hair back from my face with trembling hands, kissing my cheek. “I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”
God, this man. He’s making it impossible not to fall in love with him.
I thread my hands into his hair, bringing his mouth back to mine. His lips are so soft, his tongue lapping gently into my mouth, and as we kiss, he rocks his hips again, hitting a spot inside I didn’t know was there. It sends ecstasy rippling through my entire body, right down to my toes, which curl into the mattress. A moan tears from my mouth, and he captures it with his, picking up the pace.
“Do you know how hot it is to be the first man inside you, babygirl?” His thrusts are deeper now, nudging me up the bed as he grunts with effort. “How much it means to me?”
“Tell me,” I sob, delirious.
“It’s amazing. It’s everything. It’s…” He sits back to watch himself fuck me, gripping my waist tightly as his gaze comes to mine, dark and dangerous. It’s like an animal has awoken inside him, and he growls out, “You’re mine now. Mine .”
My heart squeezes tight at his words, at the possessive way he’s holding me. “Yes,” I breathe. “That’s all I could ever want.”
“I need to hear you say it.” Weston’s jaw is hard as he watches me take his cock, watches me writhe with pleasure. “Say the words.”
“I’m yours, Wes. All yours.”
His nostrils flare, the beast inside him satisfied by my response. “Good girl.”
I whimper, lifting my hips to meet his. He lowers a hand between us, finding my clit as he thrusts again. The sensation of that, coupled with the spot he hits deep inside me, makes my words come out in an incoherent slur. “Yes… right… yes… there…”
“Fuck, Daisy.” He grits his teeth, sweat gathering along his brow as he pumps into me, eyes wild. “You feel too good. I can’t…”
“I’m close,” I rasp, feeling the pressure build in my core.
“Thank God.” He kisses along my jaw, the shell of my ear. “Will you come for me?”
“I’m… so…” The words die on my tongue as the pleasure reaches a boiling point.
“Come, babygirl. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
Oh, holy Christ .
Colors explode through my vision, my body spasming as bliss washes through me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, no orgasm I’ve had before. Feeling him so deep inside me, filling me as I clench and grip his cock, my moans echoing off the bedroom walls.
“Fuck, Daisy.” He joins me then, his guttural groan shuddering down my spine as he buries himself deep, his body stilling, filling me with his liquid warmth. He’s panting in my ear like he’s just run a marathon, twitching on top of me with aftershocks. I hold him close, grazing his shoulder with my mouth, across the silver under his jaw, in awe of what we just did, how amazing it felt.
I never knew anything could feel that good. Not just the sex, but being so close to him. Feeling him inside me. Seeing him come undone like that.
When he finally rolls off beside me, I feel hollow at the loss of him. He disappears for a moment but I’m too wrung-out to protest, and when he returns, he’s holding a washcloth. Then he does something completely unexpected. He sits between my legs, and gently, carefully, wipes me clean.
A sharp intake of breath has me sitting up on my elbows. “What?”
“There’s a little blood,” he observes, his brows drawn together.
“I think that’s normal.” I’m definitely tender down there, and probably will be the next time we do it, too.
Which will hopefully be soon.
“I hate that I did that to you.” He sets the washcloth aside, crawling up my body to pull me into his arms and stroke my hair.
I chuckle. “I love what you did to me.”
He draws back to examine my face. “You’re not too sore?”
I lift a shoulder. “A little, but it was worth it.”
“Yeah?” There’s that flicker of vulnerability again. I love that about him.
“I’m already counting the minutes until we can do it again.”
A warm laugh rumbles from his chest. “I might be too,” he admits sheepishly. His lips brush softly over mine, and my body tingles in response.
This time, it’s Weston’s stomach rumbling that interrupts the mood. I laugh, pinching him playfully on the arm, and he groans in frustration.
“I’ve had no appetite for weeks being away from you, but now my body needs to eat.” He lifts his gaze to the ceiling, and I laugh again.
“So, let’s eat. I’m not going anywhere.” I realize how presumptuous that sounds. “I mean, unless you want me—”
“Fuck, no.” Weston rolls on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. “I don’t want you to leave. I have a spare toothbrush. Will you stay?”
“I’d love to.” The grin on my face must make me look giddy, but he doesn’t seem to care, pressing his mouth to mine again. And again, his stomach rumbles.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, rolling off me and sitting up. He wipes a hand down his face, sighing. “I guess it will be good for us to keep our strength up. I have big plans for you later.” He wiggles his eyebrows comically, and a laugh erupts from me. Playful Weston might be my favorite.
“What about Thai?” I suggest.
His eyes sparkle as they move over me, still naked on his bed. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
He reluctantly climbs from the bed and tugs on some sweatpants, and my eyes follow his ass as he pads from the room. This man is so fucking sexy—and so much more than that, too. I think of the way he carefully applied the lube, the way he checked I was okay throughout, the way he cleaned me afterward. I could never have imagined how caring and sweet he’d be, and my heart is complete mush about it. And now he’s going to order my favorite food.
He couldn’t be any more perfect. This night couldn’t be any more perfect.
I tug my dress on with a sigh, reaching for my bag. My phone catches my eye, an unread text flashing on the screen, and I pull it out. As I read the message, my stomach falls through the floor.
Jesse: Are you free tomorrow? We need to talk.