Invincible(38)

His touch brought me right back to reality. The pleasure. The feel of his fingers exploring. I hadn’t really expected to come so quick, but oh well.

I climbed out of the bed and checked the bedroom. There was no sign of Wes.

What the hell…

I opened the bedroom door and let out a gasp. Wes was on the floor, on his back. For a moment I thought he was dead. Someone had come into the cabin and killed him. Maybe it was Luke and he was out there waiting for me.

Then Wes started to move. His left leg bent a little and he moved his right arm over his face, covering his eyes. But that wasn’t the only thing that moved on him. The large bulge that pressed against his jeans caught my attention.

Holy f*ck.

There was no way that could be comfortable. To be that hard and have it pressing against the insides of his jeans. I swallowed hard as my body started to tingle. I was still naked from the waist down and the obvious was starting to happen to me.

Plus, it was morning and who didn’t enjoy it in the morning?

I slowly bent my knees and fell before Wes. I gently touched the bulge and confirmed that it was his cock that was rock hard. I opened the button with careful ease and unzipped his jeans. My hands grabbed the top of his boxers and I tugged them down, watching his beautiful and thick hardness pop free. The veins were so full and his dick so well defined, I swore I could have stared at it for hours.

But I didn’t want to stare at it…

I gripped his shaft and squeezed, slowly stroking him. Wes had set a fire off inside me that I never felt before. I hurried to straddle him and leaned forward. He was starting to move again, his body waking itself up to the feeling of someone touching his dick.

When his eyes opened, he did a double take and groaned. “What the f*ck, sweetie?”

I thrust my hips forward and placed the engorged tip of his cock to my body and then smiled. “Ready?”

“Holy…”

I lowered myself down.

I thought Wes was going to be the one to scream out. And why the hell not? How many times had he been woken up like this? Then again, maybe I didn’t want to know.

The problem was that Wes didn’t scream. He hissed as he sucked in a breath. His hands slapped at my hips. And I was the one who screamed. My hands fell to his shoulders as a rush of pleasure made me feel paralyzed. My knees tried coming together but couldn’t. My body was so completely full that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The end of his dick reached a depth I never knew was inside me.

And he gripped me tight and held me there. Then he started to rock me back and forth, making the pressure even more intense. There were little rushes of pain, but they were all replaced by bigger rushes of pleasure.

My hands curled tighter at his shoulders, clawing at him. When I found air to breathe, I let out another scream.

His hands then slipped around to under my legs. He lifted me and then thrust up, starting to f*ck me. I brought my feet to the floor and tried to match him, riding his thick hardness, but he was too much for me. He was perfect, but he was completely in control within a second of me trying to surprise him.

I quickly grabbed at my shirt and tore it off. I had this urge to be completely naked and vulnerable to him. I unsnapped my bra and put my hands to his chest. I leaned forward, letting my breasts dance just inches from his face.

Wes then put a hand to my lower back and guided me slow and hard. His other hand cupped my right breast and his tongue went right to work, flicking up and down at my nipple. Right when I was about to cry out again, his mouth engulfed my breast, tasting me.

My body was then trapped in an endless state of pleasure. Throbbing between my thighs, going up to my breasts, and then right back down. My toes were curled. My hands stuck at his chest. My hair everywhere as I stared down at him, watching him f*ck me and taste me.

Then his hands released their hold and he grabbed me at the back of my shoulders. As he pulled my mouth to his, I knew we were going to cross a very dangerous line. But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop my heart. I definitely couldn’t compete with Wes’s strength and wants. I was simply his…

And he was mine.

Our lips grazed for a second before our mouths opened at the same time. They were locked into an impossibly hot kiss. Our tongues battled together, both of us groaning, moaning, losing all sense of surrounding to the sex. The hottest sex of my life. Wes’s body thrusting with such perfect. When he pulled back and down, I came down hard on him, my body crashing to his leg. His strong leg muscles hit me. The sound of our bodies hit. My breasts pressed against his chest, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the cloth of his shirt, only adding to surging feelings that raced through my body so freely.

We kissed as fast as we f*cked.

And together, right there on the floor, we came together.

Wes put a hand to my lower back and pressed, keeping me down on him as his cock pulsed inside me. Over and over, each time leaving my body throbbing against him.

Time felt endless. Life felt good.

We were both invincible right then.

Nothing was better than kissing Wes. It was as though we were meant to be.

The kissing slowed but was just as hot. His hands touched my cheeks, commanding the kiss. Over and over. Leaving my body without a chance to calm down.

I was ready to go… and by the feel of it… Wes was getting ready too.

Then his cell phone rang and he damn near threw me off of him.