Page 5 of Buns in the Oven
I look over at Wes and he’s already looking at me. A smile plays across his lips. Then he leans forward, angling his head down, and presses his lips to mine.
His kiss sends sparks of electricity through me. Then he deepens the kiss, and his tongue is inside of my mouth, and I’m so full of desire for him that I can hardly stand it. I slide my hands up his chest and cup his face, smoothing my fingertips over his hard jaw. He pulls me close to him with the arm that’s around me.
His other hand slides over my bare thigh.
His hand on my skin makes me warm between my legs. I open my legs a little, just enough so that my thighs aren’t touching anymore. Wes moves his hand up further on my leg, sliding it up beneath the skirt of my dress.
I spread my legs wider and his fingers keep moving up. Now his hand is on my inner thigh. And then, within moments, his fingertips have reached the edge of my panties.
I push my hips toward his hand with an urgency I’ve never felt before. A moan escapes my throat as Wes pushes my panties to the side. And when he brushes a finger lightly over my clit, my fingers automatically dig desperately into his jaw. I pull out of our kiss and laugh a little.
“Sorry,” I say, my cheeks warming as I look into his eyes. “That just felt so good.”
“What about this?” Wes says, and swirls a finger over my clit.
“Oh,” I gasp, and nod. “Uh huh. That’s good, too.”
We resume kissing and he continues to stroke me. He knows exactly how much pressure to apply, how fast to move his fingers. And he knowsexactlywhen to speed up his touch. Within a minute, I’m panting against his kisses, feeling an orgasm well up inside of me. And then I have to pull my mouth back from his so that I can get enough air into my lungs.
“Come for me, Stella,” Wes grunts, his fingers rubbing my clit like crazy. I gasp and buck against his fingers, the orgasm searing through my whole body. The beautiful view of the water blurs in my vision.
“Oh my God,” I moan, kissing him as I regain my breath. I never want to stop kissing this man. And I want to give myself completely to him. I want him to claim me.
We feel the ride start to slow, and we reluctantly pull apart.
“Take me home with you tonight?” I ask Wes as he slides his hand out from beneath my dress.
“Of course,” he says, sneaking in one last kiss as our cabin comes to a stop.
Chapter Four
Wes
Ididn’t go into this first date with Stella thinking I would end up making her come on a Ferris wheel. Honest, I didn’t. I went into this date with the mindset of just getting to know Stella better—maybe ending the date with a single kiss.
But when we started kissing on the Ferris wheel…fuck. I couldn’t get enough of her. And when she opened up those splendid thighs of hers…how could Inottouch her? How could I not make her come?
Now, driving her back to my place, my cock feels like it’s about to burst through my pants.
I pull up outside my apartment building, kill the engine, get out, and walk around to Stella’s side of the car to open her door for her.
She smiles at me as she steps out of the car and says, “Such a gentleman.”
I want to tell Stella that opening up a car door isnothingcompared to all the things I want to do for her. I want to pamper her, spoil her, treat her like a queen. I might have initially been drawn to her because of her luscious curves and sweet demeanor, but now that we’ve gotten a chance to actually get to know each other, I’m falling for her on a deeper level.
The girl’s got such a beautiful soul.
We walk into my building and get into the elevator. It’s only a few floors up to my apartment, but I can’t even wait that long without pulling Stella toward me and kissing her again. Those plump, sexy lips of hers aresodamn sweet. So damn soft.
I know it’s filthy of me, but I can’t help but think about her lips wrapped around my cock. Although I wouldn’t let her do that before going down on her first. Making her come willalwayscome first. My pleasure is secondary to hers.
The elevator doors open and I keep kissing her until we absolutely have to pull away from each other. I turn and see that one of my neighbors is standing in front of the open elevator doors, but it’s pride, not embarrassment, that fills up my chest.
“Evening,” my neighbor says to us as we exit the elevator.
“Evening,” Stella says, giggling a little. I smile and nod at my neighbor, then guide Stella down the hall. My hand is threaded through hers, and as we walk down the hall toward my apartment, I’m so hungry for Stella that I can barely see straight.
Inside my apartment, we start kissing again as we make our way toward my bedroom. We shed our clothes piece by piece along the way, breaking from our kisses only when absolutely necessary, scattering pieces of clothing onto my floor in a trail leading to the bed. By the time we get there, I’ve got Stella down to her bra and panties and I’ve only got my briefs on.