Page 77 of Love Marks
I try to hide my blush. “The…way you talk. Dirty talk. I like that.”
“I know you do, baby. What else?”
“Well…” My head feels dizzy, and my mouth is dry. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you from behind while we watch in the mirror at how beautiful you look. I want to tie you up and tease you for hours. I want you to come when I tell you to and not a second earlier.”
Pleasure explodes inside me at his words and before I can stop myself, I’m thrusting against his hand, an orgasm ripping through me.
He lifts his fingers to his lips and slips them inside his mouth, sucking in a way that has me ready to go again.
“Should I take that as a yes?” He cocks his head, watching me.
I heave out a breath. “Yes. Please.”
“Good girl.” He pulls his pants down, already hard in his hand. He moves towards me, kissing me again, and my whole body is on fire where we meet. Feeling bold, I move my hand down his body and wrap my hand around him.
He lets out a strangled sound that makes me feel incredible. Like I can make him feel as good as he makes me feel. Better, even.
I push him backwards and move lower, settling myself in between his legs. Slowly, softly, I open my mouth and lick along the tip, opening my mouth for him. I lower my head entirely and flicker my gaze up to meet his, where he watches.
“Quinn.” He chokes the word out, his hand fisting the sheets. “God, you can’t look at me like that. I’m gonna fucking lose it.”
I steady my gaze, taking all of him in my mouth as he rests a hand on the back of my head, steadying me. I quicken my pace, thrusting against him and he wraps his hand tighter, fisting my hair.
“Oh, fuck. Baby.”
His words only fuel me as I slacken my jaw and go deeper. He groans, letting out another moan of pleasure that I love. I flash a wicked gaze back up to his eyes.
“Fuck — I’m gonna — Quinn —” He tugs my hair back slightly in warning, but I run my tongue along him, relentless.
I never thought I’d feel so powerful on my knees. I always felt the opposite. But with Wesley, somehow, with the way he’s looking down at me, it’s like I’m the one in control.
He gasps as he releases into my mouth and I swallow every drop, smirking as I gaze up at him, matching his breathlessness.
“You are perfect.”
He looks at me with such a sharp affection in his dark eyes that I lift myself up and cradle his chest just to look away, but he doesn’t let me. He lifts my face to his and kisses me again, this one soft and delicate. He’s holding my face like I’m something precious. Then he wraps his arms around me, his hands gliding up my back. He’s hugging me. We stay like that, wrapped around each other, for a few silent moments.
I can’t believe I get this piece of Wesley. It feels like a gift to have my arms wrapped around his strong, broad torso. I pull back to look at him, running my thumb along his chin with a soft smile.
The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Lost in thought again?” He asks, somehow knowing.
I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“What did you think of me the first time you saw me?”
“Is this a test?” He chuckles and I can feel the sound vibrating in his chest. “I thought, fuck, she’s beautiful.”
I nearly snort, rolling my eyes. “Oh, come on. What did you really think?” I run my fingers along his chest, tracing lines across his abdomen. He lifts up, nudging me to look at him.
He furrows his brow. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug.
He shakes his head and meets my gaze. “There wasn’t a single moment when I wasn’t looking at you and thinking how energetic, how expressive, and how breathtaking you are. And how all I wanted to do was kiss you.” He caresses my cheek.
He smirks, that signature quirk in his mouth that I want to kiss. “You infuriated me, that’s for sure. Got under my skin. I couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t bare it — the way you made me feel. Make me feel.”