Chapter 31
Willow
He hasn’t been with anyone since me? How is that possible?
It’s been twelve years. Over a decade without having sex?
God, that’s punishment enough for what he did.
All at once, I feel every bit of animosity I had toward him vanish.
He waited for me to come back, and now that I’m here, I’ll never let this slip away again.
“Are you sure you want this?” Weston says, his breath heavy against my lips as he lays me down on his bed.
“Yes. More than sure. Please, Weston.” I need his hands on me like I need air in my lungs. There is something different about being with someone you love. Someone who knows every inch of your body.
“I want to take my time. It’s been a while, and I want to learn what makes you scream my name so loud it bounces off the mountainside.” His lips press to my neck, his breath skittering across my bare skin, making my whole body tingle.
“Something tells me you won’t have any problem with that,” I say on a gasp as he lightly bites down my neck. He drives me wild in a way that I didn’t think was completely possible.
“Yeah, you know. I don’t think so either. But I think we need to establish some ground rules.” Weston crawls back and stands at the end of the bed. He starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“Oh, and what are those?”
My eyes catch on the way each finger meticulously works the button, wishing they were working me with that rapt of attention.
“First. I call the shots. You can take charge anywhere else, but here, when my hands are on you, I take the lead,” he says, his voice like gravel.
“Oh really, cause I’m pretty sure I just made you come in your pants in, what was that, two minutes?
” I cock an eyebrow up in defiance, knowing good and well I am playing with fire.
“Oh, you’re going to regret that, brat. There might be a few times I get carried away, but just remember I love you and respect you. But I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
Good God. This should probably scare me, but it doesn’t. It causes a fresh wave of desire to engulf me, and I think I might get off on his rough words alone. Weston has always been good about being in control, but I can only imagine how that’s grown.
“I’m going to hold you to it.” There’s way too much excitement in my voice. I should be fighting him, but I’ve spent enough time doing that.
“I’ve spent years planning the first time I get to lay my hands on you again.”
He tosses his shirt to the side, and I see it. The willow tree tattooed across the whole left side of his torso. My hands immediately go to it, running my hands over the ink. “West, what is this?”
“I couldn’t have you here, but I needed you with me in some way. So, I tattooed you on me, that way in some shape or form, I could keep you forever.” The look in his eyes is enthralling.
“I’m here to stay now,” I manage to get out, overtaken with emotion.
He leans down and cages me in with his strong arms, forcing me to look straight up at him. “Good. I’m going to make up for lost time, so I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep.”
He immediately starts working on my jeans and pulling them off my hips. I reach for him and am met with a sharp look.
“Uh-uh, baby. I’m going to need you to put your hands up until I tell you to move them.” He grabs my hand and puts them above my head. Slowly, he moves down and gently brings his lips down my body until he reaches my unbuttoned pants.
His hot breath is so close to where I wish his mouth was. My body feels on edge, knowing it’s waiting for something good, something great even. Maybe I’m crazy for liking this, but his control of the situation forces me to let go. Forces me to trust him.
My hips buck up, eagerly searching for something. A kiss, a touch, literally anything.
“Keep still, I promise I’m gonna take care of you, but only if you’re a good girl and can listen to instructions. You want me to fuck you? Don’t you?”
I eagerly nod my head, because that’s what I want more than anything right now. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second at his words, causing my body to come alive.
“Say it for me.” He works his belt now, slowly sliding off his pants. Why is he taking so long? This is borderline torture.
As much as I want to, my brain is having a hard time forming a single comprehensible thought. “Please,” is what my brain comes up with, close, but I already know this bastard is going to make me do exactly what he asked.
“I don’t think that’s what I wanted to hear, pretty girl.”
“Ugh, I want you to fuck me, West.”
A saccharine grin stretches across his face. “That’s good, cause I want to fuck you too. But first, I want to have a little fun.”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of what fun could possibly mean; hopefully, it has something to do with his hands all over me.
His fingers brush against the lace of my panties, putting just enough pressure for it to feel good. I have to fight the urge to lift my hips to get more pressure; it’s so close to being enough, but yet nowhere near enough.
He runs his fingers up and down my covered slit. “Oh, baby, I love how wet you are for me. This pussy is practically begging for my cock to fill it up, isn’t it?”
I nod my head, because yes, that is exactly what my pussy wants.
He takes his hand away. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”Son of a bitch. My frustration rises alongside my desire. How something can be so hot and so damn infuriating at the same time is a mystery. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
He nods his head in approval as his hand starts to work my pussy again.
He slides the panties to the side, and my breath starts to turn ragged.
I struggle to find a reasonable pace of breathing behind all the arousal.
I can’t think straight when I'm strung this tightly. A coiled rope that is seconds away from snapping. All I need for him to do is… His finger slides into my pussy, yes. That’s what I needed.
An unrecognizable moan claws its way out of my throat as I feel the first bit of friction.
“If you sound like that with just my finger, I can’t wait to hear you scream when my cock fills you up.”
“You could find out faster, you know.” I try to smile, but he hooks his finger right against my G-spot, and I feel my jaw drop open as a silent plea escapes me instead.
“Oh no, I am not near done playing with you. In fact, I think I might be in the mood to be reminded of what this perfect pussy tastes like.”
Fuck, if there is one thing I remember about this man, it’s how damn good he was with his mouth. He’s witty and a spitfire at baseline, but when that man goes to work on you? He does a damn good job.
“Please, West.”
“God, I love it when you ask so nicely. I need you to go face down ass up, baby, but keep those hands under you. I want to see this sexy little ass while you come on my face.”
I roll over and arch my back up as quickly as I can, not wanting to wait a single second more for his mouth to be on me.
When his tongue slides over my pussy I feel my whole body spasm. My back arches farther, wanting to give him as much of me as my body will allow.
“Look how sexy you look with that ass up in the air like that. You arch it so good for me.”
Those are his last words before he goes to work, making good on his promise. His tongue glides through me, and I can feel my pussy start to drip down my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever been quite this turned on. My body feels like molten lava.
Within seconds, my hands are gripping the blanket covering the bed as I scream his name, my pussy spasming as he fucks me with his tongue. His hands reach up and grip my ass as I ride out the rest of my orgasm. It feels never-ending. So good it almost hurts.
I don’t have any time to recover before Weston is filling me up from behind, stretching me out. “Oh my God.”
“That’s funny. I’m pretty sure that’s not my name. Maybe I need to fuck you a little harder for you to remember.”
He immediately picks up his pace, and I wonder how the fuck he went twelve years without any of this. Because one time with him again reminds me just how great he is. Our bodies work together in perfect tandem. My body comes alive for him like he’s its lifeline. Probably because he’s my lifeline.
“Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight. It’s gripping my cock.” His hands travel up my arched back until they land on my waist. He grips on and pumps harder into me. “I need you to reach around and play with your clit for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
My hands immediately follow his command, desperate for another round of release, as my fingers start rubbing circles across my clit.
The tension quickly builds in me. Hearing Weston’s groans of pleasure behind me adds fuel to the fire, turning me on with every sound that comes out of him.
It makes me feel so damn good to know it feels like this for him, too.
Too good, too fucking good to ever miss out on again.
“I need you to come for me, squeeze my cock with that perfect little pussy. And please, tell me I can fill you up.”
“Yes. We’re protected.” Even though my birth control has been pretty much useless this last year, I've never been so happy to be prepared.
“Good, cause I want to see how good you look with my come leaking out of that tight little pussy of yours.”
His filthy words are all I need to be thrown off the edge into the abyss. My body coils tightly around him as I let go.
“Fuck, yes. Squeeze my cock.” Weston’s words sound grated and strained. The groan that comes out of him tells me he wasn’t that far behind me. He comes with a guttural moan.
He slowly pulls his cock out of me, and I feel almost hollow without him there. My breathing is ragged and uneven as I try and catch my breath after that…experience. There is no other word for it besides that.
I feel his fingers drag up my pussy, “Look at how well you took my come, baby. Such a good little cum slut for me. Come around and sit on the edge of the bed.”
Having been fucked into complete submission, I follow his task without a smartass remark, but my brain feels oddly quiet. At peace even.
“Open,” he commands as he taps his fingers against my lips. Once I do, his fingers glide into my mouth. “Suck.”
At this point, I would probably do anything this man said, so I do. I relish the taste of our mixed arousal.
“Do you like tasting how much I fucking love that pussy of yours?”
I nod my head yes because the salty flavor coating my tongue is somehow the best thing I've ever tasted.
He surprises me by leaning forward, and his lips meet mine. When his tongue sweeps against my lips, I open for him. His kiss is all-consuming. He slows, and against my lips he murmurs, “Me too.”
I chuckle against his lips and I feel them stretch out in a smile. He leans back, and I come up for air for the first time. Feeling like a new woman.
“Was that okay? If it’s too much, just let me know. I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”
Just like that, he’s back, and I love it. Having two sides. He’s rough with me where I need him to be, but still my soft place to land.
“It was perfect. Don’t change a thing.”“Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in you.”“West, I know that we have a lot to figure out and talk about. But I want you to know I forgive you. And I … I don’t know. Thank you for today.”
“For the orgasms?” He cocks his head, but the stupid smile on his face says it all; he knows exactly what I meant.
I slap his arm. “Yes, that exactly. Thank you for the penis, it was wonderful. I’ll leave you a glowing Yelp review first thing in the morning.”
“Anytime, now go get cleaned up, and I’ll get you some food.”
I look at him for a second, and it finally hits me that this is real. That this could really be our second chance. The future we were supposed to have all along.
“How about you come with me, and we cook together.”
“Whatever you say, Sunshine.” He lands another kiss on my lips, and I start to wonder if I will ever feel like I've had enough of him.