“Ah, you wild beautiful woman,” Wes whispered.
His breath trailed down my lower belly and I watched him move between my legs. I put my left leg up on the edge of the bathtub and leaned my lower half forward. His hands cupped my ass tight and his mouth went right to work. His razor tongue cut bottom to top, slicing me open. I felt myself pulsing with desire and Wes was there to savor it. His mouth slipped over my clit and he stayed right there. His tongue moved in every direction possible as he suckled at me. It was gentle enough that the mounting pleasure rolled on top of itself but hard enough that I was on the brink of climax. What others could do in minutes Wes did in seconds. He was that good and that intense.
That fucking perfect.
His hands moved from my ass to my sides. Holding me at my ribs, at such a non-sexual place, it was the hottest thing he could have done right then. His thumbs moved in between my ribs as I rocked my body against Wes’s eager mouth. As I wanted him to do, he took me to the edge and off. As soon as I started to come, I put my head back and lost all control of my body. I was warm, shivering, moaning his name. Wes’s mouth opened and his tongue then flickered against my entire pussy. Up and down, back and forth, making sure he took care of me the entire time my body quivered with melting pleasure.
Then Wes kissed up my body. Soft kiss after soft kiss, making a line to my breasts. His body touched mine. The water ran hot, pounding against our bodies. There was maybe an inch between us and I used that inch to fall to my knees before Wes. I couldn’t contain myself as my hand grabbed his cock. I squeezed tight and stroked, pulling against his steel skin. My tongue quickly came forward and I swirled around the tip of his dick, needing him. Now it was my turn to fucking taste him. To savor him.
I took him into my mouth with a groan.
Wes hissed. He put a fist to the wall and his other hand to the back of my head. I felt him throb in my mouth as he slowly pushed forward, testing me. I could handle him though. I demanded myself to handle him. I trusted him in a way I never trusted anyone else in my entire life.
I pulled back and closed my mouth as tight as I could around his full tip. I moved back and forth against him, knowing it would drive him crazy. My hand inched up and back on his shaft. Pumping him, tasting him, waiting for him to give it up to me. The hunger was like nothing I ever experienced before. It didn’t make sense, but I wanted it.
I strained to look up at him as he looked down at me. His wet hair hung there. The look of his rippling stomach as he breathed heavier by the second. He gritted his teeth and growled.
His dick got harder, thicker, fuller.
I moved faster at him. My hand eased down to the root of his cock, holding right there. My mouth was going to do the rest. I moved as he thrust at me, letting him have me in whatever way he wanted. He took his hand from my head and now had two fists against the wall. As he pulled back, his knees bent a little. Thrusting forward, Wes groaned.
He was so close. Right there.
“Ah, fuck, sweetie,” he whispered.
I put my hands to his legs and dug my nails, pulling at him. I wanted him deeper. I wanted him to…
I groaned and nodded, my mouth so desperate.
Wes growled again and jumped. He sank deep and let go. He started to pull back but I quickly grabbed him. My hand wrapped around his pulsing shaft as he spilled into my mouth over and over.
I thought I had Wes all under control.
But those wild fighter eyes burned down at me. He pulled back in a hurry and reached down for me. Before I knew it, he had me standing back up. He turned me and we were then against the side wall of the shower, Wes pinning me against the wall again. One of his hands slipped between my legs, touching my soft core.
I jumped and groaned.
“That’s right,” he whispered. “I’m not fucking done with you yet, sweetie.”
I felt his cock touch me and I cried out.
How the hell was he still hard? He just came…
Wes thrust forward and entered me.
My breath was stolen. My heart was stolen.
And when our eyes met, Wes curled his lip.
Then he whispered something that changed my life forever.
“This is real for me too.”
32.
(Wes)
I stroked her back until her eyes were shut. I pulled at the sheets to look at her bare ass. I grinned and ran my fingertips up her back again. It didn’t make sense but I couldn’t get lost in all this right now.
Me? Loving someone?
Nah, that shit didn’t happen.
And maybe this wasn’t even love. It was just really good lust. A deep lust. Amazing sex. Christ. Her mouth wrapped around my dick… the taste of her body…
I took a deep breath.
Maybe it was the realness of death. I always knew going into a fight that I could end up dead. One hard punch, I was done. One knockout punch and I smacked my head off the ground, I was done. Or if I lose a big fight, I bite a bullet.
I looked over at Rose as she slept and shook my head.
It was real.
It was love.
33.
(Rose)