Chapter 6 Wes
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Wes
Take me to bed, cowboy.
Her words replay in my head as we walk hand in hand to my cabin. I keep waiting for her to tell me she’s just kidding—deciding I’m not worth the hassle. But it never comes.
I stop in front of my cabin and take a deep breath. “Tell me you want this, Cheyenne. Once you step through my door, you're mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
“I want this.” She leans up on her tiptoes, kissing me softly on the lips. “I want you to be my first.” She lowers her gaze, as if embarrassed to admit the truth, when all I want to do is beat my chest and tell the world she’s mine, first, last, and only.
Placing my hand under her chin, I tip her head up to meet my gaze, “I want you to be my first to.”
Her eyes widen in shock as her mouth forms a circle of disbelief. “No way. You’re joking, right? There’s no way someone as sexy as you is still a virgin.”
“I could say the same about you, Sweetheart. Why is it that someone as beautiful as you is still a virgin?”
“Because I was waiting for you.” A breathless sigh parts her lips.
“And I was waiting for you.” I lean over, scoop her into my arms bridal style, making her squeak in surprise, open my front door, and carry her over the threshold, knowing without a doubt I’ll do it again once we’re married. That will be as soon as possible if I have anything to say about it.
Kicking the door shut with my foot, I don’t stop until I’m in my bedroom, laying her down on my mattress. Just seeing her in my space does something to me, and I know this is where she belongs.
I pull off her cowgirl boots, kissing the top of each foot. My hands drift up her legs, lightly caressing her soft skin. Her dress is the next to come off as she lifts her hips and tosses it over her shoulder onto the floor, leaving her in only her panties.
“Naughty girl, you’re not wearing a bra.” I cup each breast in my hands, kneading them gently.
“The dress has a built-in bra.” She moans, throwing her head against the pillow.
A glance down her body shows she’s absolutely soaked. “Off.” I grip the tiny strip of lace and pull, ripping her panties from her body, bringing them to my nose and inhaling deeply. “Delicious. But I think I need a taste to be sure.”
“Oh, yes.” Her eyes fly open, her breathing getting heavier and heavier.
I take a step back shedding my clothes in record time. I grip my cock in my hand, giving it a squeeze to stop the pre-cum from leaking out. Cheyenne bites her lip as she watches me give my cock a couple of pumps to tide it over until it can be inside of her.
Spreading her knees apart, I climb onto the bed and settle my big frame between her legs, running my tongue from hole to clit for my first taste of her.
“Damn, you taste good.” Her body trembles in desire, but I’m not done with her yet.
“Not yet.” I clamp my hands tighter on her thighs, diving between them like a starving man, licking up all of her desire like it’s an ice cream cone.
My tongue finds her clit, flicking at the little bud until she’s begging me and cursing me all in the same breath. “Are you ready to come?”
“Please.” She begs, lifting her hips, searching for my mouth.
“Then come.” I lean down, sucking hard on her clit. Her body tightens as she moans my name. “Good girl.” I place a kiss on the little bud before letting go of her thighs and positioning myself above her.
My cock aches to thrust inside of her, but I need to take it slow and give her time to adjust to my size.
I line the tip against her entrance, rubbing the head up and down her slit, coating it with her cream.
I loved the sound of her coming on my tongue, but this time I want to hear her scream my name as she comes around my cock. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“So ready.” She moans, lifting her hands to my shoulders and pulling me down for a kiss.
I inch my way inside her, feeling her open up for me, her hot, wet heat surrounding me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders while her hips thrust up to meet mine, pulling me deep inside her.
“Fuck. Are you okay? I wanted to go slow—make your first time memorable.”
She nods. Her eyes grow glazed with lust. “I’m perfect,” she purrs, wiggling her hips.
“You’re just so big. I wasn’t expecting to feel so full.
” She circles her hips again, and my control snaps.
I pull back, giving her a moment to catch her breath before sinking back into her tight heat.
She lets out a moan, caught between pleasure and pain.
My body stills, convinced I’ve hurt her.
“Do you want me to stop, Cheyenne?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.” She sighs. “I like how you feel inside of me.”
With a sigh of relief, I start moving again—slow at first, letting her adjust to my size, then picking up the pace. Every fiber of my being urges me to take her harder, faster, but I force myself to slow down until her hips thrust off the bed.
“Please, Wes. I need it harder and faster.” Her tongue darts out, licking a trail of sweat off my collarbone to my jaw.
“I can take it.” She whispers against my ear, and I completely lose all rational thought.
A growl escapes my throat as I grip her hips tight and plunge deeper and faster until she’s a squirming mess beneath me, moaning my name.
“Don’t stop, Wes. Please don’t stop.” She moans louder, her tits bouncing faster and faster, tempting me as I’ve never been tempted before.
I lean down, taking one of the dark berries into my mouth, sucking it, then repeating with the other. “Do you like that?” I blow a hot breath on her tight nipple, causing it to tighten even more.
“Oh, God, yes,” Cheyenne sobs, gripping my hair in her hands. “Please, I need to come.”
“Not until I tell you.” I pick up my speed, lifting one of her legs to give me a better angle at destroying her pussy.
Her inner muscles squeeze me tight, gripping my shaft tightly as I continue to pound her into the mattress.
Every thrust pulls a moan from both our lips, pleasure so hot and wild I’m not sure either of us will survive. “Now. Come for me, Cheyenne.”
Cheyenne’s body shudders beneath me as I pull nearly all the way out, then thrust forward hard, pushing her over the edge.
“Wes!” The sound of my name on her lips sends me spiraling out of control.
My hips thrust erratically. “Good girl.” I praise as I empty my seed into her welcoming body. “Such a fucking good girl.”
I fall on top of her, keeping most of my weight on my forearms. “You were amazing.” I kiss the tip of her nose before rolling onto my back, taking her with me, and tucking her against my side.
“It was perfect.” Cheyenne presses a kiss to my chest over my heart. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs, snuggling deeper into my embrace until the soft rhythm of her breathing fills the air, letting me know she’s fallen asleep in my arms, where she belongs.