Page 55 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)

Wesley

A s soon as Blake comes down from her high, I’m picking her up, internally beating my chest at the way her legs immediately wrap around me. We’re both soaking wet, but I don’t stop to grab our clothes or find something to dry us off with. I stalk up to her front door. “Elain’s not home, right?”

“No.” She shakes her head, breathless and mindlessly grinding herself against me.

“Good,” I growl, and just as the lock clicks behind us, I push her up against the door, one hand wrapping around the back of her head, and the other reaching down to squeeze her ass.

Forcing her plump lips to meet mine again.

I pull her away from the hard surface, both of us keeping our lips locked.

“Light?” I mumble against her lips, She reaches over and flicks on a nearby switch.

We stumble through the house, stopping here and there just to savor each other’s kiss. Then we finally make it to her bedroom.

I’m much softer when I lay her down at the top of the mattress.

I’m just as desperate for her as she is for me, but the idea of Blake underneath me, moaning my name and crying out for more, is something I want to savor – n eed to savor.

Once I lay her down, I take a moment to step back and just soak her in.

The ends of her hair are still wet, falling to frame her breasts that are concealed by the tiny pink set I know she purposely picked out.

One that I’ve been dying to rip off her body.

Her skin is flushed, nearly the same color as her lingerie, and her brown eyes are wild with arousal.

Her nipples are hard and peaked underneath the flimsy material, and water drips down her skin. She’s beautiful.

So heartbreakingly beautiful, and so mine.

"You are…” I shake my head, pure disbelief at the sight of this woman splayed out on the bed like my own personal feast. “A fucking dream , Blake.”

“Then stop standing there gawking and do something about it.” She snaps, all sass. Any trace of shyness she had before is gone.

I smile, but it’s not warm. Not sweet. “Come here.”

She doesn’t move right away, a challenge sparking in her brown eyes.

A test to see who wants it more. She won’t find that I give so easy, not when I’m the one who’s always doing the chasing.

It makes her feel empowered, thinking she’s the one in control.

But she’s not. After a minute of neither of us budging, she goes to stand from the bed, but I shake my head.

“No. Crawl to me, baby.”

She’s practically gaping at my demand. “Show me that you can listen, and maybe I’ll let you wrap your pretty little lips around my cock.”

That has her pivoting so that she’s on all fours at the top of the bed.

She’s listening, and it sends a sick thrill through me at the fact she’s so willing .

So desperate . My dick throbs at the sight of her.

She doesn’t break eye contact with me as she slowly makes her way down the bed, and I just know she’s as turned on as I am right now.

Once she hits the bottom, she leans back to rest her ass on her heels.

“Atta girl.” I grip her chin, trailing my thumb across her bottom lip, swollen from my own. I apply just a little bit more pressure, prompting her to open. She doesn’t hesitate in capturing it in her mouth, sucking and moaning around it like it’s a lollipop she’s never had before.

Fuck. This girl. I reach down, pulling my boxers down until my cock springs free.

Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I reach forward, wrapping my fist around her hair, not hard, just enough to elicit a moan from her throat.

I bring her closer, running the tip along her lips.

Her tongue dips out to lick the bead of precum at my tip, and I tighten my fist around her blonde strands.

Gritting my teeth, I say, “Stop playing with it, Blake.” She glares at me but takes me fully into her mouth in one fell swoop.

An inaudible sound vibrates around me, and I hum.

“You’re so much prettier with a cock stuffed down your throat. Who knew this is all it would take to shut you up?”

I use my hand to guide her head, and she moans around me again, louder this time. “You like that, huh?”

Her lashes flutter in agreement. “Tap my thigh if it gets to be too much.” I release the fist of hair and switch it out to grab both sides of her head.

I fuck her mouth. At first, I worry that it’s too much, but she just matches each thrust with the bob of her head.

It surprises me even more when she moves one of her hands that was resting on my thigh to position it between her legs.

I bring her all the way down to my base and groan.

So hot. So warm. So wet . I’m dying to be inside her at this point.

I hold her there for a minute, only pulling her back when she gags, and tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth leaves me with a lewd pop , a line of spit connecting her mouth to me.

I nearly finish at the sight. I pull away from her fully, and she whines at the loss of contact.

I bend down and quickly kiss her before going to lay down on the bed. “Come ride me baby.”

She doesn’t hesitate in turning, and she crawls up the bed until she’s straddling me. I reach behind her with one hand and unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. Her full and heavy breasts are finally on display. I trace her perfect pink nipples with one finger, devouring her with my gaze.

I’m gonna fuck those too.

And then I reach for her panties, ripping them in half with one harsh tug that causes her to gasp. “Those were expensive!” She gapes at me in shock, but I only smile wickedly in return and tug her forward until she’s perfectly lined up with me.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” After this? I’ll buy a whole fucking lingerie store for her. Make her try on every single piece and fuck her in them too.

“Now put it in.” I nod toward my cock. She braces one hand on my chest, and the other reaches down between us, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing length.

We both moan in unison when my tip brushes against her entrance.

She sinks down on me, and when she pushes herself a couple more inches, she cries out once she’s seated to the hilt. “So fucking hot. So tight.”

I meant what I said. She’s a fucking dream.

Tits bouncing, head tipped back with her mouth in an ‘o’ shape.

The sounds she’s making for me. It sends us both over the edge.

And we spend the rest of the night like this.

In a handful of different positions, with little to no breaks in between.

I revel in eliciting every moan and whimper from her mouth.

I just can’t get enough. I may never get enough of Blake.

And now that I’ve had a taste, I’m never letting her go.