The Do-Over(50)

His hand slowly stroking up and down the outside of my thigh is what roused me from my dream state. It was so soft and tender that I was getting more and more turned on with every movement. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the sensation. It wasn’t until his lips started brushing my shoulder, that I was unable to stifle a moan, revealing that I was awake.

“Good morning,” his whisper was hoarse.

“Mmm, good morning.” I stretched my body against his and turned my head to see his face hovering over mine, before our lips met.

“Sleep good?”

“Surprisingly, I did. I was so exhausted. Sorry for passing out on you last night,” I apologized.

“I think we both passed out the moment our heads hit the pillows.” Wes’ hand had migrated from my thigh to my stomach, where he softly drew circles with his fingertips.

Rolling over to face him, I pushed my hair out of the way, silently praying my humidity enhanced curls didn’t make me look like a deranged housewife, scaring the erection right out of the man. Slinging a leg over his thigh, I instantly got my answer. The crazy morning coif was not a cock killer. Thank God!

“You’re a morning person, I see.” Hiding my smile was not a possibility.

“Yeah, I am,” Wes laughed, moving closer to me, his eyes filled with the unmistakable desire to become lovers, something I’d dreamed about on the deck of a windjammer long ago.

“You can wake me up like this anytime.” I needed to let him know it was okay. He’d said he’d take it as slow as I wanted it and what I wanted right now was a slow rhythm of him plowing into me. Hard.

“Are you hard to wake up?” He was pressed up against me.

“I think you’ll figure out the secrets to rousing me.”

“You’ve already figured out the secrets to arousing me.” His voice still had that sexy edge of morning roughness to it, making me want to skip all foreplay and have him inside me.

“I’ll bet you have a few more secrets I can discover,” I said against his lips, as I shifted the leg I had slung over him, pressing my heat and wetness against his already throbbing cock.

Wes groaned and I could feel his smile against my lips. “You know you’re going to make it impossible to make slow, sweet love to you.”

“Good, because I don’t want it slow and sweet.”

Wes flipped me onto my back, “I can easily accommodate your wishes. Are you on anything or do I need to…”

“We’re good,” I assured him.

“Yes, we are.” He kissed my neck, then swiftly pulled my tank top over my head tossing it to the floor. “We’re going to be really good together. Of that, I have no doubt.”

And I knew he was right. Being with this man had been so perfect from the night we met. We meshed with ease and the result was pure joy.

The warmth in his eyes and smile made my breath catch, and in that moment, I was flooded with overwhelming emotion at how much I wanted him. How much I’d always wanted him. It was more than lust, beyond the heat of the moment. Wes Bergman was the man I had always wanted, from the night we met. That was clear to me now.

“I vote we skip the foreplay.” I wriggled out of my underwear.

“You’re on.” His smile told me he was taking on the challenge.

“You’re in,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, surprised at the swiftness with which he filled my request.

“Ah f*ck, you feel good.”

His face was hovering above mine. Lacing my fingers through his hair, our lips met and I wrapped my legs around him. With his arms embracing my shoulders, he rocked back to his knees, lifting me with him and sinking deeper into me. Breaking our kiss so that I could watch his face, I slowly lifted up the length of him until I could feel the head of his cock against me. Leaning forward, I bit his full lower lip before slamming down onto him.

“Oh God, yes,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and repeating the motion again and again. “Damn, Tara, I have wanted to f*ck you since the night I met you.” Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to him for a kiss. When our lips broke, he asked, “Why are you smiling? What’s going through that head of yours?”

“Well, besides the fact that this feels so f*cking good and that you like to talk during sex, too – which I guess I should not be surprised at, I’m smiling because I’m thinking, Finally! Finally, he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

Laughing, Wes softly kissed my neck, as he continued to pound me up and down on his cock. “Ah, but I do have a girlfriend. I’ve got a great girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah?” I pushed him onto his back so that I was now straddling him. Squeezing him as tightly as I could, I asked the question, “Am I the other woman?”

Reaching up to my shoulders, he pushed me back in one swift move, until my back was on the mattress. Pulling me to the edge of the bed so that my ass was hanging over, he stood on the floor, raising my feet to his shoulders before plowing back into me.

“Other woman?” He cocked his head to the side, driving into me fully with force. “You are the woman. The only woman. You got that?” There was not a hint of a smile left on his face. Reaching forward, he slowly rubbed my clit as he continued his steady pace of filling me.

Lost in the sensation I closed my eyes, unable to answer him, at least not with intelligible words. What started out as soft whimpers, grew quickly in volume and intensity as I neared my peak.