Chapter 30
Elli
As soon as I say the words, it’s like a switch has been flipped on Wes.
He grabs my face and places his lips on mine, and kisses me like my mouth is the cure for every illness he’s ever had.
Our tongues wrestle and he nips at my bottom lip, one arm bands around my waist to pull me closer to him so the rough graphic on his t-shirt rubs against my nipples causing the most delicious sensation, it makes me moan into his mouth.
He pulls back slightly, panting, eyes filled with desire.
Desire for me.
“I know you said you want me to fuck you, but I want to make sure you’re okay with everything I want to do. Can I touch you, Elli? Touch these gorgeous nipples?
I nod, and his fingers come up to circle around the tight bud and give it a slight pinch.
“What about this delicious ass, hm? Can I touch it?”
I nod again, and he slides another hand down my back and grabs a handful of my asscheek, all while continuing his ministrations on my nipple.
He pulls away and pushes me gently to lay on the bed, removes his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his tight black boxers. His erection is poking up proudly, and I want to feel the weight of it in my hand.
He brings his head down to my right breast, gently kissing the swell of it before laving a tongue across my nipple, then sucking the bud into his mouth. He’s done this before, but it’s so good every time.
“Wes.” I pant, wanting more.
He pulls off with a pop and looks up at me. “Can I touch this pussy, Elli? Can I have a taste? Make you feel good?”
“Yes, please Wes. I’m yours, you can touch me however you want, but please. I need more.”
Wes groans, peppering kisses along my sternum, down my soft belly, until he comes to my covered pussy. He gives it a kiss over the fabric before gently peeling it off and tossing it somewhere behind him.
“God, Elli. You’re so fucking beautiful everywhere it’s not fair.” He whispers almost reverently.
I’m about to tell him to hurry the fuck up when he drags his tongue from the bottom of my labia up to my clit in a slow, tantalizing lick. He circles the hardening bud with his tongue, and my back arches off the bed so high he has to place an arm over my hips to hold me down as he continues.
“Wes, oh my god that feels so good.” I moan, grabbing the sheets and holding on for dear life.
“Fuck, Elli. You’re so wet. You taste so good.” He says, then dives back in, eating me out like he’s starved.
My orgasm comes over me so fast, so unexpectedly that I can’t even warn him. My thighs close around his head as he licks me through it, and if I wasn’t in a state of orgasmic heaven, I’d feel bad about possibly crushing his skull.
When I’ve finally released his head from my thunder thigh prison, he looks up at me, my arousal coating his chin and around his mouth, and he’s smiling. Smiling and flushed with success.
“I’m new to orgasms, but that was by far the best one I’ve ever had. Toys don’t even compare to that.” I say.
“Do you want to stop? We can stop whenever you want to baby, no pressure.” He says, laying his head on my thigh.
I sit up, pulling his face towards me to kiss him, but he puts a hand up to stop me. “Most girls don’t want to kiss me after I’ve given them head. They say it’s gross. Let me go wash off-”
I cut him off by pulling him to me and kissing him hard. Fuck what other girls think. It’s a little strange, tasting myself on him. A little sour, a little tangy, but it’s not bad. It’s not gross.
“I don’t want to stop, Wes. I want you to fuck me.” I slide a hand down to cup his erection.
“Okay, okay.” He leans over to his bedside drawer and opens it up, taking out a brand new pack of condoms. He tears the box open and takes out a foil packet, then maneuvers so he takes off his boxers.
His cock springs free, the tip a little red and angry, and my mouth waters. I’ve never given a blowjob, but I’m definitely going to try sometime soon.
“Can I feel you, please?” I ask, suddenly a little shy about it.
“Of course, baby. But just know the more you touch me, the less I’ll last because I’m already bursting at the seams.”
I giggle at his confession, then take him in my hand. The weight is similar to my vibrator, though his skin is smooth and soft. He looks bigger than my vibrator and my stomach clenches with nerves of anticipation. Even though he’s not massive, thank goodness, I’m still worried it will hurt.
“I’ll go slow Elli, I’m going to try and make this as painless as possible for you.” Wes says, reading my mind. “Lay back baby, grab a pillow for me?” I hand him a pillow and he puts it under my butt.
Then, he slides the condom over his cock and leans over me, kissing me gently. I feel the tip of him hit my clit and I gasp into his mouth, causing him to smirk.
“I’m going to put the tip in now, okay? You let me know if you need to stop anytime and we will.”
“Okay.” I agree, and he pushes the tip into my opening. The stretch isn’t bad, it’s a little painful, but I’m still wet from my orgasm so it’s not meeting much resistance.
Wes instructs me to take a deep breath, and when I release it, he slides in a little more, then repeats the process until he’s seated all the way inside me. He was met with a little bit of resistance at the very end, it filled me with a burning sensation, but in a pleasurable way.
Now, fully inside me, the fullness and pleasure I feel outweighs any initial pain. I need more. I need him to move. I look up to see Wes’s eyes squeezed shut.
“Damn it, Elli. You’re so fucking warm. So tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He says through gritted teeth.
“Just move, Wes please. I need you to move.”
Wes curses again, then starts at an agonizingly slow pace. I don’t know if he's going slow because of me or because he’s trying to hold off on his own orgasm, but I need more.
“Faster, please!” I practically sob.
“Fuck, are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Wes picks up speed, his mouth latching to my nipple,
gently nibbling and sucking on it.
The onslaught of pleasure brings me so close to an orgasm so fast that I feel like I’m getting whiplash.
“Elli, baby, please tell me you’re close.”
“I’m close!”
Wes stops biting my nipples to bring two fingers to my clit where he pushes down hard and I detonate.
Colorful spots dot my vision as my whole body tenses and shakes and the most overwhelming pleasure I’ve ever had fizzles through my blood and spreads throughout my entire body.
Wes stiffens and slams into me one last time and I feel him pulse his own release into the condom, groaning my name as he comes.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Elli,” Wes says breathlessly, “that was…”
“Amazing.” I finish for him.
“Yeah, baby. It was amazing. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for making it amazing. I love… that you were my first. You made it special, made me feel special.”
If Wes notices my almost slip up, he doesn’t say anything and I’m glad. I can’t believe I almost just told him I love him while he’s still half hard inside of me!
“You are special, baby. Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.” He places a gentle kiss on my nose, then stands and walks to his bathroom. He’s discarded the condom and turned the shower on by the time I join him.
He checks the temperature before guiding me into the tub and underneath the stream of warm water. He gently washes my hair, making sure not to get any shampoo in my eyes, then gently detangles it with a comb he has in the shower before putting conditioner on my ends.
I would be surprised that he knows how to take care of my hair like this if it weren’t for his own beautiful hair. He clearly isn’t a “3-in-one” type of guy.
I return the favor by washing and conditioning his hair, then we take turns soaping each other's bodies. He’s hard again by the time we’re done, but he won’t let me take care of it for him.
He wraps me up in a fluffy towel when we get out, helps me do my skincare, and then we lay in his bed, naked, with my head on his chest, gently tracing the dark ink etched into his skin.
“I think I want to get a tattoo.” I whisper into the darkness.
“Oh yeah? What would you get?” Wes asks, his hands tracing soft lines up and down my back.
“Hmmm. Probably something to do with books, maybe? I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
“Let me know if you want me to get you in touch with my artist. They’re really good.”
“Thank you.” I lean up and kiss him, exhaustion pulling a yawn from me.
“Go to sleep, baby. We have all day tomorrow to talk.” He says and kisses my forehead. “Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight Wes.” I say, and let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.