I woke up the next morning feeling every ounce of the booze I had ingested the night before. I wasn't much of a drinker. A cocktail or two was usually my limit, but something about being surrounded by my family and the people they very loosely called friends, turned me into a lush. I was grateful that I had Wes by my side all night, or it would've been a lot less enjoyable. Or not enjoyable at all, rather.
Wes was still quietly snoring at my side, his chiseled chest rising and falling softly. The bedsheet was draped over his waist, cutting off at his thighs, his tanned, toned legs nearly stretching off the bed. He was such a beautiful creature. Inside and out. The more I got to know him, the more his heart outshone even his beauty. His attentiveness, his innate desire to protect me. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. No one, aside from Jazz, had ever stepped up for me the way he had. I was in serious danger of falling for this man, despite all my awkward shyness and original denial. Every minute we were together proved that he wasn't the heartless player the media made him out to be. He was kind. He was warm. He was... perfect. Perfect and exhausted and oh so beautiful as he dozed next to me.
As I moved to slink out of bed, he rolled over, his muscled arm instantly pinning down my waist. I swallowed down a giggle, but one of his crystal-colored eyes slowly opened.
"Where, exactly, are you going?" he questioned groggily.
I laughed, sinking back into the mattress and turning onto my side. I reached up, brushing the sandy curls from his forehead. "I was trying not to wake you."
"What time is it?"
I shrugged. "Early. My body doesn't know how to sleep in."
"Mine either," he stated before a yawn stretched his jaw. "I usually go to the gym early and nap later."
"I will definitely be requiring a nap later," I giggled as his yawn became mine. He tugged me a bit closer, and my palms came to rest against his chest. Suddenly the awkwardness of the night before came rushing back to me. The way I'd thrown myself at him. The tears that clouded my eyes when he turned me down. "Um, I feel like I need to apologize to you..."
At my words, both of his eyes opened wide. "What in the hell for?"
"Last night. How... pushy... I was..."
"Mia, stop it," he said with a bit of a laugh. "There's nothing to apologize for."
"That's not me. That's not... how I operate."
He cocked an eyebrow. "What isn't?"
"The way I threw myself at you. I'm not usually that..."
"Hot?" he asked with a grin. "Mi, seriously. Get out of your head. It's fine. Trust me, if I'd had a few more drinks in me, I would've been the one apologizing for the disappointing performance."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I'm serious, Wes..."
"And so am I," he interrupted again, as his fingertips began stroking the bit of skin between my bunched up tank and shorts. "There's nothing wrong with wanting or liking sex, Mia. You're human. It's a basic instinct. I just... I want to make sure that it's the right time. I didn't want you to wake up, beating yourself up for rushing into something. I want it to be right for you."
"What about you?"
He chuckled as his eyes closed, but his fingers kept tracing my skin. "It's always the right time for me. But... I actually care about you, unlike anyone I've probably ever been with so..."
I sighed and waved my head softly, my hand brushed the scruff along his jaw. "Once again, you say all the right things."
He huffed out a laugh. "Once again? Trust me, I'm not all that. Being a good guy last night was definitely a struggle."
"You sure seemed fine with your decision."
His loud chuckle almost startled me. "Maybe externally. Inside I was a mess. Do you have any idea how hard you are to say no to? My balls were so blue, I was certain they'd fall off. In fact..." He lifted the sheet, feigning as if making sure he still had all his appendages. I laughed as I bowed my forehead onto his shoulder, his hand now drifting to the small of my back, his fingers drawing lazy circles and causing goosebumps to prickle my skin. I felt his lips ghost a kiss against the shell of my ear. "You have nothing to regret or be embarrassed over, Mia. I promise."
"Okay."
"That sounded convincing," he retorted dryly, lifting my chin so our eyes met. "Seriously. Tigress Mia was pretty fucking hot. If she had been sober, it would've been on like Donkey Kong."
"I don't think I could be like that sober."
"I disagree," Wes argued. "She's obviously in there." He grew quiet for a moment as he studied my face.
"What?"
"I don't know how to ask this without sounding crude..."
"That's pretty standard for you."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine..." He took a beat. "What was... sex... like with Marcus?" My eyes widened at his question. "It's just... I get the feeling that wanting something to be... physical... is sort of new to you."
I sighed and thought. Sure, Marcus and I had been together for a long time, but had we ever been intense? Passionate? I wasn't so sure. "I mean... I guess not really. At first, when we were in school, we did it a lot, but it was always him that initiated it, like any guy in his early twenties. But I can't say that I remember ever being... real enthused about it."
Wes cocked an eyebrow. "You've never been enthused about sex?"
I shook my head slowly. "Not really. I've always kind of been... reserved about it, I guess? Look at my family. I was raised to be a society lady. Even talking about it right now feels weird as hell."
"It shouldn't be weird," Wes argued. "There's nothing weird about it. It's perfectly natural to want that intimacy, that... closeness... and orgasms, let's be serious. Orgasms are the best.."
"Sex and orgasms haven't really gone together for me," I stated with a scoff.
The look on Wes's face was one of pure horror. "Wait... tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying..."
"I'm saying that I've never had an orgasm during sex, Wes."
Wes groaned and flopped his head flat onto the pillow. "Fucking Marcus."
"It's not like he's the only culprit. He's not the ONLY person I've slept with, you know."
He looked at me again. "What about.. oral? Or... manually? How do you say fingering without sounding gross?"
I chuckled, but shook my head. "Nope."
Wes's expression paled even further. "You've never had an..."
"I didn't say that. They've all just been... a solo job."
Wes gulped. "Okay. As hot as the image that just gave me is, that doesn't make me feel better."
I shrugged. "It is what it is."
"No! No fucking wonder sex feels weird to you!" Wes exclaimed. "The idiots you've been with haven't even been trying! Fuck! I don't even actually like Lucy, but I guarantee you, I didn't leave her to flick her bean alone after I was done."
I grimaced. "Okay, didn't need that vision of Lucy..."
"Well, I'm sorry! Im angry!"
I couldn't help but laugh as he shot out of bed and began pacing the hardwood floor. "I can tell," I stated through giggles. "It's really okay, Weston."
"It is not! Fûck! I should've punched that fucker when I had the chance," Wes stated, running his hands through his curls, causing them to stick up even more. "I don't even understand how someone looks at you and DOESN'T want to make you come, let alone how one lets you leave unsatisfied."
"Okay, I'm... actually pretty glad not everyone looks at me and instantly thinks they need to get me off."
His crystal eyes rolled again. "You know what I mean."
"I do, and... it's cute that you're so offended, but it's fine. I'm... used to it. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
Wes growled quietly. "Stop putting that image in my head or I'll be hard in like seven seconds."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Wes's eyes suddenly locked on mine. "You... are asking for fucking trouble, you know that right?"
"Maybe... you should show me what I've been missing out on, huh?"
Wes cocked an eyebrow as I attempted to sexily pose on the bed. If the look on his face and the way he swallowed were any indication, I had at least done that right. "Weren't you just apologizing for trying to mount me?"
"Weston!" The sexy pose got lost as I buried my face into the pillow. I heard him laugh loudly before I felt him smother me into the mattress. "Mood's gone. Get off me."
"No!" he whined directly in my ear. "I'm sorry! I was just teasing! Bring it back!"
"Nope, it's gone." Thankfully with my face in the pillow, he couldn't see the bright smile on my face.
"How can I get it back?" He asked, his voice now seductively low, but still pleading as his hands began roaming every bare inch of skin he could find. God, this man turned me on with just a brush of his finger tips. I had to bite back a moan as one hand drifted under the hem of my tank, his fingers dancing over my ribs, just barely under my breast.
"Keep doing that..." I said, unable to combat the breathy quality that had seeped into my voice.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin as he licked a path from my jaw to my ear. "Yeah? Why are you still hiding from me?"
This time, I gasped as his slightly rough fingertips grazed over one alert nipple. "Wes..."
"Roll over, baby. Lemme right the wrong of every man before me."
I whimpered as his hand palmed my right breast, kneading the tender flesh softly as he pressed his hips against me. I could feel his impressive length hard against my thigh, disguised only by the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. Any intention I had of teasing him, was out the window as I turned onto my back and his lips instantly captured mine.
His hand continued its massaging of my chest as his tongue dove into my mouth. He kissed me fiercely, like he wouldn't survive without it. I practically melted into him, my arms reaching over his shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck, trying to get him closer, as if there was any space left between us.
"Mmm," he murmured into my mouth as he began shifting above me. Though our mouths continued devouring each other, his hands wrapped around my wrists and before I knew it, my hands were pinned above my head and he was above me, no longer kissing, but grinning, almost evilly. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."
My eyes widened as I stared up at his expression, the wicked grin on his scruffy face. "What do you have planned?" I asked, my heart racing in my chest.
"Leave your hands there," he commanded as he slowly let go of his grasp on my wrist and his hands drifted down my body. "First things first: too many clothes."
Despite his intense expression, his hands were gentle as they lifted the silky pink tank from my body. I shifted so I could pull it off, but put my hands right back above my head.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured before his mouth captured a nipple.
I moaned as his tongue began flicking the swollen nub of skin, his hand creeping it's way down my stomach, before teasing under the waistband of my sleep shorts. "God, Wes," I practically purred as his fingers delved deeper, but not deep enough. I shifted my hips, hoping to beckon him into the pulsing heat pooling between my legs.
"So impatient," he hummed as his mouth moved to my other nipple, his tongue bathing my skin with warmth.
"I need you."
"I know, baby. I know."
I felt the air leave my lungs as his fingers finally, but barely trail against the sensitive skin of my mound. He didn't dive in, barely grazed where I needed him most, but his touch alone was enough to cause me to shudder.
"So. Wet. So ready."
God, his mouth. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. My partners before him hadn't been much for dirty talk. It was more grunts and moans as they chased their own release, but Wes? In this moment he was so focused on my pleasure, that his words alone almost made me climax.
"Please tell me you have condoms," I pleaded, my eyes clenched shut as he continued teasing.
"Oh I'm not fucking you."
My head shot up from the pillow and stared at the top of his head as he trailed kisses along my rib cage. "What?"
"Not now. Not yet," he stated, looking up with another confident grin. "I am gonna make you come though."
My eyes narrowed, but as he sat back on his knees, and both of his hands worked down my shorts, his intentions became clear. "Wes, you don't have to..."
"Don't have to what? Go down on you?"
I just nodded sheepishly, lifting my hips despite my attempt to discourage him.
"I beg to fucking differ," he argued, tossing the shorts aside. "I most definitely do."
"Wes..."
Suddenly his eyes locked on mine, more stern than I had ever seen him. "If you're about to reveal that no one's eaten your pussy, before I'm gonna lose my shit." I didn't answer, which was apparently enough for him to get the truth. "Gah!" he groaned, tipping his head back toward the ceiling. "I'm going to murder every man that's touched you before me."
I giggled. "Wes..."
"No. No, I fucking take that back. I'm gonna murder every BOY that's touched you before me, because a man wouldn't neglect this." He looked down, my entire self now bare beneath him. "For the record, this is like... one of my favorite things, so discourage all you want, it's fucking happening. Repeatedly."
I felt a flock of nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach as he lowered himself over me, his face now directly above my freshly waxed vagina. Yeah, I had prepared. Wes, in my hotel room, in paradise? I wasn't stupid.
He grinned that mischievous grin once again. "You ready, baby?"
"Probably NOT!" My last word came out as a shriek as his tongue hit my already throbbing clit. "Wes!"
"Fûck, you're delicious," Wes groaned, the sound sending rumblings into all of the appropriate parts of me.
My hands clenched the soft sheets below me as his tongue worked my swollen nub, softly at first, but more forcefully as I struggled to keep my thighs from clenching.
"Fûck, Wes..." I moaned, my head crashing back on the pillow once again. "That feels so good."
He chuckled a bit, but didn't stop his ministration. One hand laid on my pelvis to prevent me from bucking away, but the other lifted to mine, weaving our fingers together as I whimpered and begged.
Just as I was almost lost in the heaven that was this man's mouth, his hand left mine, now sliding into the wetness between my legs. With no hesitation, he slid a finger into me, and then two, pumping them in and out as his tongue pressed onto my clit.
"Fûck! Wes, I'm so..."
"Come for me, baby. Come hard." As he spoke, he curled his fingers upward, pressing that little button of joy that most men struggled to even find, and I almost shot out of my skin.
I was so close to oblivion, I thought I was about to black out. And then he sucked down, hard and I screamed. I screamed until there was not an ounce of air left in my lungs as my hips shot off the mattress, driving his face further into my pussy as he continued fucking me with his talented fingers.
"Wes!" I shouted again, my voice sounding hoarse already. His tongue now stroking me gently back to earth.
I felt his fingers slip out of me, as his tongue turned into soft kisses. A kiss to my nerve-ridden clit, just above it, to my thighs, my hips, and back up my body until his lips met mine.
I felt drunk as I kissed him with more fervor than I even knew I had in me. The sweetness of my release in his mouth could not even phase me.
I was panting as he pulled back, gazing at me with such adoration it almost knocked the wind out of me again. "What?" I asked, laughing at the crooked grin on his face.
He shook his head, stroking his fingers through the hair that had escaped my high bun. "The look on your face right now... could make a guy fall in love."
I felt my cheeks heat with blush as I looked into those crystal eyes. For once, for the first time with anyone, I didn't want to hide, shy away, from the notion of someone loving me. "It's the tongue for me."
He laughed brightly before sinking into the mattress beside me and pressing his lips to my shoulder. "Let's order some breakfast. We're gonna need our strength today."
"Oh yeah? Big plans?"
"Oh, baby. I got a laundry list of things I'm gonna do to you today."