Page 37 of The Summer for Us (Golden Falls #1)

JULIETTE

Was this real life? Because before last night, I had no idea orgasms like that existed.

I also had no idea Wesley Richards had such a dirty mouth. Pretty sure I could come from his words alone.

He made me feel so sexy. Like any woman, I had my insecurities in the bedroom. Was I too loud, too needy, did it take me too long to orgasm?

But I didn’t feel the need to pretend with Wes. I felt safe with him. Safe to be myself.

And it helped that he literally couldn’t take his eyes off of me. Pretty sure the house could be burning down and he wouldn’t notice.

He tossed me with ease onto the bed, and I landed with a grin. I bent my knees and leaned back to watch him.

My core was already aching for him again, and I needed to see him. All of him. I’d gotten a look at his muscular build when we were on the boat. But this was different.

This was for my eyes only.

“You’re taking your sweet time, huh?” I asked, raising a brow. The patience of this man was insane.

He only grinned, likely loving the torture he was putting me through.

Wes pushed his sweatpants down his strong, muscular thighs before he did the same with his boxers.

Oh, god.

“Wes—” My jaw dropped. “That’s not going to fit.” I audibly gulped, and Wes laughed. He laughed !

“Oh, baby, it’ll fit,” he said with another chuckle. “You can take it.”

He pulled his shirt off last, revealing his sculpted muscles and a smattering of chest hair. The golden sunlight streaked through the windows, illuminating him.

I needed him, and I needed him now. “I’m on the pill,” I said slowly. “And… It’s been a while for me, but I got tested after my last partner.” My mouth watered as my eyes slowly trailed him. “I… I want to feel you.”

“It’s been a while for me, too, and I got tested afterward. I haven’t been with anyone since.” Wes paused. “Are you sure?

“I’m sure. I want you like this.” I nodded, spreading my legs for him as another way of confirming. I trusted him and the connection we’d built. I wasn’t sure where it would lead—I didn’t want to think about that right now—but I knew what I wanted in this moment. I wanted him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “If at any point you change your mind, tell me, okay?”

“Okay.”

He hovered over me, teasing my entrance with the tip of his thick cock. He slowly pushed inside me, his forehead pressed against mine.

“You feel like you were made for me.” He started to move his hips, slowly at first but then gradually picking up speed once I got used to his size. “Do you feel how perfectly we fit, baby?”

My lower back arched off the bed, pushing my hips into him as my hands found his back. I dragged my nails down, getting a low groan of “Juliette” from him. His voice sounded desperate, strangled, and that’s exactly how his motions felt, too. Like he had to have me.

“How do you like to be fucked, baby?” he murmured against my ear while his hips continued to move steadily, filling me up to a hilt.

“I… I like…” I stammered. How was I supposed to form complete sentences? I felt him smirk. “This feels good, really good, but you can be rougher with me. I also like,” I said on a breath, “being on my knees.”

He hummed, slowing his hips and leaning back.

“You’ll tell me if I’m too rough?” His expression was serious.

It wasn’t lost on me how considerate Wes was, putting me first and making sure everything felt good for me.

Letting me know I was the one in control.

I hadn’t had that experience with a man in the bedroom before, and it made me realize what I’d been missing.

And that my standards weren’t too high—I just hadn’t been picking the right men.

“I’ll tell you. I promise.”

His jaw clenched, eyes dark with desire as his gaze raked over my body. I could tell he was thinking about all the ways he could have me, because as I looked up at him, that’s exactly what I was thinking about, too.

“Well, get on your knees, then.”

The loss of his cock when he pulled out was brief, because he quickly flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees, facing the headboard.

He gripped my hips—hard—and pulled me back on his cock. He slipped inside with ease, and the pressure between my legs felt so damn good. His chest was pressed against my back as he fucked me from behind, my pussy aching and clenching around his cock.

I was close already. So close. I just needed?—

He reached around, using one hand to stimulate my clit while the other wrapped around my throat, adding the right amount of pressure.

“Wes, I’m so, so close.”

“Good, baby. Come for me. Want to feel you come all over my cock.”

I chanted his name, the pressure building between my legs and the heat flaring in my lower belly. I closed my eyes, focusing only on Wesley: his cock, his fingers, his hot breath against my neck.

It was enough to send me over the edge. My body trembled as my orgasm took over, cries of pleasure leaving me.

It sent Wes over the edge, too. He let out a low groan, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly as he finished inside me. Whatever world we were currently living in was where I wanted to stay.

We both let out a shaky exhale, trying to come back to our senses, to come back to reality. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder before pulling out and lying on the bed with an arm bent under his head.

I followed suit, lying on my side and looking over at him. Neither of us said anything for a moment. We just…existed together. Taking it all in.

Wesley’s lips slowly spread into a grin—the same full-fledged grin he had while we were dancing last night. No worries on his face, no crease in his brow, no locked jaw. I liked seeing him so at ease. Because somehow, along the way, that’s how he made me feel.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, sliding out of bed and walking toward the bathroom.

I followed his movements and listened as the cabinet creaked open and water started running. Soon after the water shut off, Wes came back with a washcloth. His dark eyes slowly took in every inch of me, leaving a scorching trail down my body. I hadn’t moved—just like he’d requested.

“I like when you listen to me.” The corner of Wes’s mouth tipped up into a smile.

He slid back in bed, lying on his side facing me and gently nudging me to spread my knees. He slowly wiped the warm cloth between my legs. He was so thoughtful and considerate, taking care of me in such an intimate way no other partner ever had.

A small, content moan escaped me.

“Are you sore?” Wes paused wiping the cloth over my center to look at me, his expression soft.

I nodded. “In a good way.” I swallowed. “In a way that…I already want more.” I slowly trailed my eyes down his broad chest to where his hips tapered in to form a deep V, not wanting to miss a single detail of his muscular body.

A low rumble formed in his chest from my words. “Well,” he rasped roughly, “I want to give you everything you want, sweetheart.”

Wes was a man of his word. He took his time with me that morning and gave me exactly what I wanted—both in the shower and in his bed again.

We then got comfortable on the living room couch. I was in another one of Wes’s shirts. He told me to pick whatever I wanted to watch, so of course, I picked a romantic comedy.

We were about halfway through the movie. He was sitting on the couch, slouched casually while I lay across with my head in his lap. He was gently stroking my hair—and was more invested in the movie than I expected him to be.

“I want to take you out,” he said in a low murmur.

I turned my head so I was looking up at him, a smirk on my lips. “Like kill me? Or on a date?”

Wes barked out a laugh, shaking his head. My whole body vibrated from his booming laugh. I’d heard him laugh before—but not like this. Not this free and uninhibited. I wanted more of these laughs from him, and I wanted to be the one who brought them out.

“On a date, smart ass.” His hand moved from my hair to cradle my face. “This Friday work for you?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “That sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get it all planned. You don’t worry about a thing.”

I wanted to ask Wes what all this meant, and maybe I should’ve. But I was scared of the answer. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by questioning what this meant for our future. If we had a future.

That was all a later problem. An end of summer problem.

I was leaving, and he was staying. But, for now, we were together.