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“I’ve been yours since we met.”

Wesley grins down at me before he takes my mouth again in a blazing kiss. My back arches off the bed, and I hold on to him, not wanting to let him go. His kiss is slow, careful, but not like he thinks I’ll break but like he wants to savor every moment.

After years of wanting him, of thinking about him, of missing him, it’s surreal to have him in my arms.

He lowers himself farther until we’re chest to chest, and I can feel his heart thumping in perfect sync with mine.

His hips move in slow circles, adding the perfect amount of friction to my leaking cock. I moan into the kiss, wanting more, wanting everything .

“Wesley,” I whisper, dragging my nails up and down his back. “More. Please.”

“What do you want, baby? I’ll give you anything.”

“Make love to me.”

One of his hands drifts under me to my ass, squeezing slightly. “You sure? We can take it slow.”

“If we move any slower, a glacier will pass us. I’ve waited for fifteen years to feel you inside me. Please.”

I curse and moan as his soft lips nip and nibble at me. My head is swimming with pleasure, the warm weight of his body almost making me come undone.

He slides his hands between us and unbuttons my pants, thrusting his hand into my briefs and fisting my cock.

“Oh shit,” I groan as he strokes me slowly, twisting on the upstroke. “Wesley. Please.”

“I want to touch you first.”

“Okay,” I say with a nod, pushing up into his hand. “Okay. Please. God, you feel so good.”

“You do too,” he whispers, then kisses me again, taking my breath away.

My head spins as tingles flow through my body. My senses are heightened, and everything feels indescribably good. I’ve never felt like this before, never had someone kiss me and have me on the verge of orgasm.

After pushing me so close to release I can almost taste it, Wesley lets go of my cock and pulls my pants off. I snatch my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, then remove my socks so I’m completely naked.

His heated gaze crawls over me, and he bites his lips as I pose for him on the bed. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. How did I get so lucky? ”

“We can answer that when you take off your clothes. I want to see you.”

With a crooked smile, he gets undressed, pulling off his shirt and shucking his pants between one second and the next.

His tan skin is on display, all his tattoos and lean muscle showing.

The light dusting of hair leading down to his dick makes my mouth water, and I itch to taste him there.

But right now, I don’t think I can do anything until I have him inside me.

When he’s naked in front of me, he grasps his cock, stroking it slowly. I watch in rapt attention, practically drooling every time his thick mushroom head peeks from between his palm.

“Lube?” he asks, and I hear a faint quiver in his tone. I wonder at it, but I’m too keyed up to inquire about it.

I shake my head. “I have lotion in my bag. Is that good enough?”

“Yeah.” He rifles around one of the sections and pulls out the cream.

He climbs back onto the bed with me and spreads my legs until my hole is showing.

I shiver as he looks down at my entrance, licking his lips.

“Fuck.” He reaches out a trembling finger and circles my pucker.

I hiss and arch my back, the flesh sensitive from anticipation.

“Please,” I whimper.

He flicks his gaze up to me. “You look good here. Tight. Show me how…how to make it good for you.”

I take the lotion from him and coat my fingers, drifting them down my body. Wesley follows their path with a hot gaze, nearly incinerating me.

First, I push in one, then two fingers, brushing over my spot as I open myself for his thick cock.

Wesley’s dick twitches as he watches me, his breathing coming out faster as I moan.

Unable to keep my eyes on him, I toss my head back and rotate my hips, opening myself up and bringing myself pleasure.

I jump when I feel his hand on my thigh, my eyes snapping open. The look he gives me, god, I could come just from that. He looks like he wants to eat me alive, and fuck if I won’t let him.

“Let me,” he growls in a sexed-out voice. “I want to feel you like this.”

He glides a finger in beside mine, and I groan at the sensation. A second finger pushes inside me, and I gasp at the stretch.

Wesley looks up at me. “Too much?”

“No. Keep going.”

We both work my hole open, his fingers grazing over my prostate deliciously.

Just when I think I can’t take more, he stops pushing inside me, and I remove my fingers. “I don’t have a condom, but I was tested when I was in rehab. I was negative for everything. Every time I was with someone, I used a condom, and I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested.”

“I’m negative too. It’s okay. I want you.”

Picking up the bottle of lotion, Wesley drizzles some in his hands and coats his dick. God, he’s so fucking big. Thick and long, curving to the left in a way I know will bring me so much pleasure I’ll probably pass out from it.

Grabbing my thighs, he pushes my legs to my chest, my hole exposed to the cool air. “Hold these,” he murmurs, and I grip my thighs. He leans back, stroking himself as he looks at my hole. “You’re small here. Will I fit?”

I nod eagerly. “I can take it.”

Something tightens in his eyes, but he just nods and hovers over me. Before he rests his cock against my entrance, he looks at me, pleading with me for…something. “If I hurt you, tell me. Please.”

“I will. I promise. We can wait if you want.”

“No. I don’t want to wait. But the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“You won’t. But I promise to tell you.” I place one hand on his cheek, and his eyes flutter closed. “I trust you, baby.”

He sags a little, releasing a shuddering breath. “Thank you.” His eyes are shining when he opens them, and he turns his head to kiss my palm. “Your trust means everything.”

I sigh against his lips when he bends down to kiss me again, slowly and methodically. I’ll never get over being kissed like this. So deep, so?—

A ragged gasp leaves my lips when he breaches me, his thick crown meeting resistance. He tries to pull back, but I hold on to him, shaking my head. “It’s okay. Keep going.”

He looks almost wrecked as he searches my features. It takes me a second to realize why. “You’re not hurting me. I want this. You hear me? I want you . I’m fine.” He doesn’t seem convinced. “I’ve never lied to you before. I won’t start now. It’s okay, baby. I promise.”

Blowing out a long breath, Wesley nods. Instead of pushing hard into me like I want, he rocks his hips, slowly easing past that ring of muscle inside me. Then he pops through and glides in effortlessly.

“Fuck,” he grunts when his hips meet mine. “You’re fucking killing me, baby. God, you’re tight.”

I whimper as he rolls his hips, that curved cock of his hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

“Just like that,” I moan, tossing my head back. I let my legs go and wrap them securely around him, giving him every indication that I don’t want him to stop .

Raising up on his palms, he withdraws almost to the tip, then surges forward gently, and I see fucking stars. My moans are loud and unrestrained as he thrusts into me, his strokes smooth and effortless.

My cock bobs against my belly, leaking precum as Wesley tags my prostate over and over relentlessly. I open my eyes and look up at him, watching how pure bliss crops up across his expression.

This was what I was missing. How my heart throbs, how my soul sings, how my body writhes at his smallest touch. No one else has ever drawn this reaction out of me, and I don’t think anyone else ever will. The way he knows my body, how I like to be touched, kissed, and fucked, it’s all too much.

Then Wesley wraps his hand around my dick, and before he even strokes me, I’m exploding, goose bumps cropping up over my skin as I shudder violently from the force of my release.

“Wes,” I groan as my cock keeps kicking as he jerks me. “Oh god. Oh fuck yes.”

“Your ass is milking me so good. Can I come inside you? Can I breed you?”

“Please,” is all I manage to whimper.

He pumps into me once, twice, three more times before he stills over me, his face contorted in pleasurable pain.

He’s so fucking beautiful it makes my heart stutter.

When he’s drained dry, he looks down at me with an expression of awe. “Thank you,” he whispers, then lowers himself to kiss me, melding our bodies together.

After he releases my mouth, I pull him down until he’s lying flush against my chest, his dick still hard and pulsing inside me.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”