Page 54 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)
Blake
W e pull back into my driveway a couple of hours later. The house is quiet, with all the lights off. Elain is doing a supervised overnight visit with her mother tonight, so it’s just me in the house. I turn my head to Wesley. “Do you want to go for a swim?”
I shrug. “So? You got better plans?” I open my door and jump out, not waiting to see if he’ll follow.
But when the engine turns off and a door slams, I know he does.
We make it to the pond, standing on the old dock.
He’s just standing there like he’s not sure what to do.
So, I kick off my shoes and lock eyes with him as I unbuckle my jeans.
Once that’s done, I cross my arms and rip my top off – happy I decided to wear a matching pink set that makes my skin look tan.
Pink's fun. Most people hate it, but not me. And I have a feeling Wesley doesn’t either.
Not with the way he’s looking me over like a man starved.
There’s a breeze, and I can feel my nipples harden beneath the lacy fabric.
But I’m not sure if it’s from the chilly air or the man standing before me.
There’s no one here except us for miles but being so out in the open…
it’s erotic. The moonlight feels like a spotlight, and his gaze feels like a cold caress.
“Your turn.” I say softly. He doesn’t hesitate to reach for his belt buckle, and he doesn’t rip his eyes away from mine.
Something about the movement makes me want to drop to my knees and ask him to just fuck me already.
I choose to turn and dip a foot into the water, deciding it’s best not to jump his bones and scare him off before the night’s even through.
I eventually fully submerge, and soon after, I hear a splash and feel Wesley swim up behind me.
I turn when I feel him creep closer. The pond isn’t very deep.
Just reaching underneath my breasts. But with Wesley’s height, it leaves most of his chest exposed.
My mouth waters at the sight. I saw him in the bathroom the night he took care of me, but I didn’t allow myself to take it all in the way I am now. His chest is toned and narrows down to a taut waist. His broad shoulders and tattoos are on full display. Water and moonlight glistens on his tan skin.
“You imagining me naked, Blake?” He’s smug as he catches my roaming eyes.
“Yes.” I breathe.
No point in lying. I’d be an idiot for saying anything else.
I’m practically drooling at the sight of him.
I turn back around; his stare too much. It sends a pool of heat straight to my core.
I can’t focus. And it doesn’t get any better when I feel him finally push against me.
I nearly whimper from the feel of his hard length pressed against my back.
“Tell me I can touch you, Blake.” I lose a shaky breath. My head feels like it’s floating in the air above us.“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks. “I can see it in that pretty pink color you light up with every time I come around, Blake. You want me just as bad as I need you.”
I need you. God, those words. That voice.
“Please, Wesley.” My moan escapes as a whimper.
“Fuck.” He mutters as he bends his head down to plant a kiss on my neck. “You sound so pretty when you beg, baby.”
His hand snakes around my waist and pulls me taut against his chest. He’s agonizingly slow in his touch.
Trailing over the material of my bra, down the middle of my stomach.
I moan when he just skims the top of my lacey panties.
And then he pushes it farther down to cup me.
Only when I’m practically grinding against his hand does he finally move my panties aside and slip a finger in.
“Oh, god.” I cry. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, and I could fall apart with just this.
“So fucking wet for me.” He groans. “So desperate.” He pulls out just to pinch my clit, before adding another finger.
As one hand continues pumping, his other comes up to grip my chin.
He turns it so he’s pressing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss.
Slipping his tongue in and claiming my mouth as his.
“Tell me.” Pump. “When you were listening to your book earlier, were you thinking about me?” Pump.
“Wishing it was me whispering those filthy things into your ear?” Pump.
“Doing those filthy things to you?” Pump.
I only moan, unable to voice any words, but he yanks his fingers out, choosing to tease my folds instead.
He grips my chin tighter. “Answer me, Blake.”
“Y-yes.” I cry out again. “I was thinking about you.”
“That’s what I thought .”
“ Now, squeeze that tight pussy around my fingers, and let me make you cum all over them, yeah ? ” I nod eagerly, pressing my body further into his.
As if I can somehow make his fingers go deeper.
Make his body melt into my own. Soon, waves of pleasure are racking my body from both his filthy words and fingers, and I’m doing exactly what he told me to.