Chapter 24
Predictably, our first time features a small tiff. Caused by, depending on who you ask, me being snippy or Wes being obnoxious.
That first kiss is good. And just like when we kissed in the parking garage, it gets urgent quickly. Deep pleasure slams into me at the initial touch of our lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
I need to press my body against his.
I need to feel it. All of it.
All of him.
Wes must be experiencing something similar because he lowers one hand to cup my ass, edging me closer until I can feel the bulge of his arousal in his underwear against my middle.
The feel of him, already fully turned on, sends my lust into overdrive. I push into the kiss eagerly, his mouth my only source of sustenance.
Wes is fully receptive. He’s parted his lips and slid his tongue into my mouth, stroking and fluttering it deliciously as his fingers get more presumptuous. They’re now exploring the dip between my butt and my thighs.
My enthusiasm upsets his balance. He grunts into my mouth, wobbling for just a moment before he falls backward.
Fortunately, the bed is directly behind him.
He ends up on his back, sideways on the mattress with his legs hanging over the side, and because I’m unwilling to stop kissing him, I end up on top of him.
We both laugh at the surprise change in position, and Wes hefts himself farther onto the bed so he’s more securely lodged. Then he drags me up his body.
I hike up my gown so I can straddle his thighs.
This position works very nicely as far as I’m concerned. I lean down to press my lips against his. With the length of my body resting on his, I can feel his erection against my lower belly. I grind against it as we kiss, even deeper and more passionate than before.
My body is throbbing now in a few key locations. Namely my heart and my pulse points and between my legs. I’ve been turned on before—plenty of times—but it’s never been like this. Like something inside me will claw itself inside out if I can’t get as close to Wes as possible.
I would have been embarrassed, but there’s no room left for such things in my mind.
There’s nothing but this need.
And Wes.
“Fuck,” he gasps, breaking the kiss just slightly and muttering against the skin of my cheek. He’s holding on to my bottom, helping me rub against his arousal. “Oh fuck.”
The word surprises me so much I straighten up and stare down at him. “What?”
“I said fuck.”
A smile widens slowly on my face. “I thought that’s what you said.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is I’ve never heard you say fuck before.”
He frowns, as diverted as I am from our embrace a few seconds ago. “I say fuck.”
“Maybe. But I’ve never heard you before.”
“Do you have a problem with it? Should I have said darn instead?”
I shake with amusement and pull my slipping gown straps back up my shoulders. “Darn is hardly a suitable replacement for fuck.”
His brows lower. “Fudge?”
I might as well be in third grade again with the cute boy making me laugh hysterically despite my best attempts to stay composed. Propped above him, I laugh so much I accidentally hiccup.
He’s visibly proud. Obviously enjoying my amusement. “Was fudge the right replacement word?”
“You don’t have to replace fuck. I don’t care. I was just surprised because I’ve never heard it from you before.”
He’s grinning as he reaches up to brush my loose hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ears and behind my shoulders. “I only use it when greatly distressed.”
“And you were distressed? Kissing me?” That’s where my amusement changes to something else.
“Not kissing you. That’s the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. I mean trying to keep it together when you’re so sexy and…”
“And what?” My brief nerves have been fully assuaged.
“And aggressive.”
I was about to lean down to kiss him again, but at that I pop right back up. “Aggressive?” My voice squeaks slightly.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
“I’m not aggressive!”
“No. Never. I mean you’re usually so sweet and careful and shy.”
“I’m not shy!” I’m not angry. Not at all. But I’ve gotten self-conscious, worrying I’ve been so enthusiastic that Wes has found it off-putting.
Why can’t I do anything normally?
“Well,” he says, relaxing as he must see I’m not genuinely angry or insulted. “You’re sometimes kind of shy, but it’s usually when you’re unsure of the situation. I wasn’t sure if you’d be like that in bed, but I’m damn well pleased you aren’t.”
“Really?” I stroke up and down his chest. It’s a very good chest. I like every part of his body I’ve seen.
“Yes. Nothing could be hotter than the fact that you’re not unsure about this.”
“Okay. But there’s no reason to use the word aggressive.”
“I don’t think aggressive is necessarily bad if it means you’re taking what you want from me.”
I give him a narrow-eyed glare.
“Okay, fine,” he says with a laugh. “You’re not aggressive at all. Even when you pushed me back onto this bed with the force of your… enthusiasm, it wasn’t aggressive.”
I sniff. “If you want a sweet, shy, innocent waif, I can be that.”
“Can you really?”
“I can try.”
He shakes his head and cups my face with both his hands, gazing up at me in something akin to adoration. “Ella, there’s no world in the universe where I could want you to be anything other than you are.”
I gulp. “Oh. Wow.”
“See, I can do better than aggressive. You just have to give me a chance. I haven’t had a lot of practice at this.”
Spilling over with laughter, I lean over to kiss him again. This time he’s wise enough not to distract me with another comment. He fits me against him, spreading my thighs farther as they straddle his middle.
The move aligns our groins, and we both moan into the kiss.
It doesn’t take long until I’m grinding against him again, and Wes is pumping his hips up just slightly with the tempo of his tongue in my mouth.
It’s so hot I’m afraid I might melt into a pool of lust, but the gathering sensations of an orgasm are now developing at my center, so melting isn’t yet an option.
I start making small, rhythmic sounds into his mouth as the pleasure slowly builds from the friction of his body against my clit.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, turning his head and panting raggedly. “Fuck, baby, if you come just from this, I swear I’m going to come too.”
I whimper as I grow still on top of him. “Would that be so bad?”
“It would be a shame. So if you’re ready, maybe we can get our clothes off and do this all the way.”
“Okay.” I’m faking the huff, not feeling it at all. All my insides are spinning with wild excitement. “Fine. We can fuck the regular way.”
He’s already trying to drag off his underwear, not an easy feat since I’m still on top of him. But he has the wherewithal to tsk his tongue and say, “Language.”
“We can fudge the regular way.”
To my delight, he breaks into uninhibited laughter and keeps laughing until I pull my gown over my head and drop it off the side of the bed.
His laughter chokes in his throat as he stares at me, his eyes running up and down my naked body. “Fudge, baby,” he breathes out.
“Stop it,” I exclaim on a laugh. “I’m trying to be sexy here, and I can’t if you keep making me laugh.
” I smooth my hair down and glance at my naked chest. My boobs aren’t the most impressive part of my anatomy, but they’re nicely curved with tight, rosy nipples, so I hope he likes the look of them.
“Sexy? I already told you there’s nothing in the world as sexy as you. With your clothes on and especially with them off. Laughing or not. Ella, can you not see that I’m about to embarrass myself by coming too soon because I want you so much?”
Once again, his words send a wave of emotional pleasure that almost matches my physical arousal. But all I say is “Then we better get going.”
“Oh, we’re getting going. Right now.” He grabs hold of me and turns us both over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
It’s a skillful move, and I’m breathless and excited as I gaze up at him. “Oh. Wow.”
“Oh wow must be your highest praise. I approve.” He’s smiling as he kisses me again.
Because of our new position, I can wrap my legs around him. And I do, squeezing and grinding as our mouths work together because the impetus of my need is so strong.
Eventually Wes pulls up, gazing down at me with heat and something fond in his eyes. “Are you ready, baby?”
“I’m ready. I’m on birth control, but we can still use a condom if you—”
“I’m healthy. And I haven’t had sex in… more than a year.”
“Same here.”
“Okay. Then that’s good.” He straightens up. “Should we move so we’re rightways on the bed?”
“I don’t see why. I want to have sex with you right now, Wes. Why are you stalling?”
“I don’t even know. I just want to… not disappoint you.”
“I doubt that’s going to happen.” I’m touched by the admission. “If our kisses are any indication, there’s going to be nothing to be disappointed about.”
“I appreciate your faith. But we’ll see.”
As he adjusts, I look down so I can see his groin. His erection is firm and upright—definitely not a disappointing size.
He squeezes himself a few times before he moves back to me and feels between my legs with his hand. I’m wet. Plenty wet. There won’t be a problem with that. Then he lines himself up at my entrance.
I bend my knees and part my thighs even farther. Then I gasp when he starts to push in.
It has been a while since I’ve had sex, and I feel kind of tight. But I make myself relax, and he goes in and out a couple of times until he’s at the best angle for sliding all the way in.
We’re both gasping when he’s fully inside me. I shift slightly, and so does he. He’s straightened his arms so he’s holding himself off me until we adjust to the penetration.
“How is it?” he asks at last, soft and thick.
“It’s good.” I’m telling him the truth. It’s tight right now, but I love the feel of him inside me like this. The closeness of it. The intimacy. “This is definitely going to work.”
“I think so too. Just give me a minute to pull it together so I don’t come in about two seconds.”
That makes me giggle, but at his warning look, I control the shaking.
The truth is I’d rather him not come prematurely if there’s a choice in the matter.
It takes less than a minute for Wes to be ready. Then he changes his position so he can get better leverage. He pulls his hips back and thrusts into me.
I inhale sharply.
He’s watching me, looking for my responses, as he thrusts again.
It feels so good I arch up slightly and gasp again.
“Good?”
“Oh yeah,” I say.
“Good.”
“For you too?”
“Good doesn’t even come close.”
With both our concerns eased, he really starts thrusting, and soon I’m pumping my hips up to meet each instroke. It starts at a steady, medium pace, but soon it’s feeling way too good for me to stay stable. I’m huffing and pumping and clawing at his back as I try to work up toward orgasm.
“You gonna come, baby?” he bites out. He’s damp with perspiration, and his jaw and shoulders are tense.
He wasn’t lying about not having a lot of control right now.
This isn’t the time for a long, leisurely session in bed. We’ve been waiting far too long for that.
I need to come, and so does he.
I squeeze my hand down between our bodies so I can rub at my clit.
He groans as my inner muscles tighten around him. “Yes. That’s right, baby. Rub yourself off just like that.”
“Yeah.” I’m pumping eagerly as he pushes into me. “Yeah.”
“That’s good. You’re close now. Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
I make a silly, helpless sound as my back arches up dramatically and my body starts to shake. The pleasure unleashes, pulsing through me and making me moan uninhibitedly with spasm after spasm.
Wes keeps thrusting until I’ve worked through all of them. I’m hot and damp and wet between the legs and deliciously sated.
“I thought you said you’d have to research dirty talk.” Yes. That’s my first brilliant comment.
“What’s that, baby?” He’s working away between my legs, increasing his speed and force as he gets close to climax.
I love that he calls me baby in bed. I never would have expected it.
“Dirty talk. That was some really good dirty talk.”
He blinks. “Was that dirty?”
“I don’t know. But it sure worked on me.”
He actually smiles. “Glad to hear it. I’ll definitely remember that.”
Deciding he’s waited long enough. I wrap my legs around his hips and start squeezing myself around the thick length of him inside me.
He closes his eyes and groans. His motion accelerates until he falls out of rhythm.
Then he lets out a rough exclamation as his body begins to shudder.
He comes in several hard spurts inside me and keeps pushing into me until he’s come down.
I’ve been stroking his hair and his back through it, murmuring wordless encouragement. Or maybe just enjoying watching him find such satisfaction in me.
When he’s done, he holds the position. His body twitches with a few aftershocks.
Then he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside me.
I smile when he pulls me into the circle of his arm. “Hi.”
He chuckles tiredly. “Hi.”
“That was good.”
“That was better than good.”
“It was,” I admit.
“So you’re not disappointed?” He’s lifted his head slightly to check my expression.
“Disappointed? Whatever the opposite of disappointed is, that’s me.”
“Ah. Good.” He relaxes again, still smiling. “Me too.”
He cuddles me closer, and I reach over so I can stroke his chest and belly.
I love that almost as much as the sex. The softness. The intimate entitlement.
This man is my husband—for real, by law—and right now he feels that way for me.
But because every worry I’ve ever had hasn’t miraculously gone away, I ask after a few minutes, “What about putting our chemistry on hold?”
“What about it?”
“You said you thought that would be the smart decision. What about that?”
“Oh.” He pauses and nuzzles my hair before he answers. “I just threw that smart decision out the window.”