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“I thought you were being facetious.”
“You don’t realize how hot you look,” he says with a small smile.
“I have…” I clear my raspy throat, “some clothes you can change into.” Wesley swallows roughly and our eyes slam into each other’s.
“I didn’t come here for that, but fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”
My cheeks heat, and I grab on to his hand and lead him farther into the room, pulling open a dresser drawer and grabbing a pair of sweats. They’ll be a little tight on him, but they’ll do the trick. When I turn around, he’s already naked from the waist down and the pants slip from my hands and puddle on the floor. He’s a vision, a hungry sight for my sore eyes.
I want to sink to my knees and devour him. I want to offer up my ass so he can plunder it.
I want it all.
“I’m hard again,” he says looking at his dick that’s poking out from the bottom of his shirt. It looks needy and angry, and I wet my lips once more, hungry for it.
“We can fix that,” I murmur and then move toward him, peering up at him. “We can totally fix that.”
He lets out a shaky breath and then kisses me softly, drawing my breath into his lungs and making it hard for me to breathe.
“I want to fuck you. It’s been so long.”
I groan my acceptance, needing to have a part of him inside of me. I want it all. Everything.
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” he says and my heart sprouts wings and takes flight.
“Me either.”
And that’s enough for me. We’re stripping down, naked skin on naked skin as we fall to the bed. Wesley is rutting against me, panting and licking and kissing every inch of skin he can reach, and I’m helpless to do anything but take it.
“More,” I moan as he thrusts his cock against mine. “More.”
He hovers above me. “Lube?”
I can’t even think. Haven’t jacked off in ages. “Drawer. I think.”
He fumbles around in it and pulls some out, and relief filters through me. What would we do if I didn’t have it? I’d let him use his spit. That’s how desperate I am. I hear the pop of the top and watch as Wesley squirts some on his fingers, sitting up on his haunches as I pull my knees to my chest.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as he swirls his finger around my hole.
I gasp at the feeling of being touched there again and nearly cry out when he slides his finger inside.
Him. In me. Complete.
He spreads me open with his fingers, adding two and then three until I’m panting with desire. And when he slots his cock at my hole and shifts inside, I grab on to him and pull him into me for a bruising kiss.
His cock stretches me and pain shoots through my ass, but in seconds it transforms into pleasure. Pleasure at knowing it’s him inside of me when he’s been gone for so long.
“I missed you,” I nearly cry, and Wesley leans down and kisses my jaw.
“I missed you too,” he says as he thrusts inside of me. “I missed this.”
His hips are relentless, pushing his cock inside of me over and over until my own feels like it’s going to explode. It’s just him, the way he moves, the way he looks. It does it for me.
I can’t last.
My cock jerks and spurts across my abdomen and Wesley gasps, filling me up in response. We just stare at each other between kisses, almost as if we can’t believe this happened. And yet it did. He’s still splitting me wide open.
“It’s just as good as the first time,” he says, and I feel my lips curl up at the corners.