building. Savannah watched herself through colored lenses, chest crashing with unforgiving breaths, body trembling, blood burning, and every nerve primed with anticipation…though nothing could have prepared her for the tiny sparks that spread rampant at the first flick of his tongue against her earlobe. Every circuit in her body fired.Oh mama.
“Ohh…”
“Just getting started, love.”
“I like the ears.”
“Yeah.” His smile broadened. “Thought you might.”
A rain cloud floated into her parade, no matter how small. “From Paige?” she whispered.
Stupid question, of course; he'd only had sex with one other girl. And even with Wesley's multiple assurances that he couldn't stand his ex, the fact remained there lived out there someone he'd already touched like this. Someone else who had felt what she felt now. Wesley might be Savannah's first, but she wasn't his.
It hadn't mattered to her twenty-four hours ago. Now it mattered alot.
As it was, Wesley evidently decided to ignore the question, which was likely healthier for everyone. Instead he peppered kisses down her throat, taking a breast in his left hand and pinching her nipple just as his tongue curled around the other areola. “You have such pretty titties,” he appraised softly. “Always thought so.”
Savannah blinked blearily. “A-always?”
“Well,” he clarified with a smirk, “what I've seen, at least. You chits do fancy wearing knickers when you go swimming—”
“It's a bikini!”
“And you get all…chilled…”
Savannah's jaw fell open. “You ogled my boobs?”
Wesley shrugged unapologetically. “I'm a healthy, red-blooded, heterosexual bloke,” he reasoned. “Can't help what I notice.”
The words made no sense. Wesley had noticed her before?Like that? He'd noticed her sexually? Well, perfect. He'd already given the thought of them hooking up some consideration, then, and he'd probably laughed it off just as she had so many times. He was good-looking, popular, and coveted by most of the school. He could have anyone he wanted.
And he hadn't wanted to do this. With her.
“Don't make a thing outta it,” he continued before swallowing her breast completely. There, yet another thing. Her boobs seemed so laughably small, he could fit one entirely in his mouth.
Paige had tits out the wazoo. And as he'd noted, he was ahealthy, red-blooded, heterosexual male, and those guys typically had the mind-set of “the bigger the better.”
“I-I…” she heard herself saying, against her better judgment. “I just…I never thought you'd…”
“See you?” Wesley countered, after releasing her flesh with a wetplop . “I do have eyes, y'know.”
“But I'm—”
“My best friend.” He nodded. “I know. And that's why I never said anything.”
He disappeared before she could question him further, pressing hot kisses up the slope of her other breast to give the neglected nipple its fair share of attention. And God, every flick of his tongue had her body threatening to liquefy. The sensation faded too quickly, his mouth dragging down her abdomen, and only when his tongue circled her belly button did his intentions became clear.
“Wesley!” Savannah bolted upward, only to be ushered down again by persistent hands.
“Wes, we really don't have to—”
“I know.”
“I didn't ask you to—”
He chuckled, pulling back and unbuttoning her jeans. “I know.”
“So why—”
“Because,” he retorted, dragging down her zipper, “I told you.” He grasped her denim by the waistline and nodded at her. “Lift.”
Her hips obeyed of their own volition, and just like that, they had crossed another unrecoverable threshold. Naked with a man for the first time—naked with Wesley—and there was nowhere to look, nowhere to hide. Wesley drank her in greedily, breathing harshly, eyes roaming over her face,
“Ohh…”
“Just getting started, love.”
“I like the ears.”
“Yeah.” His smile broadened. “Thought you might.”
A rain cloud floated into her parade, no matter how small. “From Paige?” she whispered.
Stupid question, of course; he'd only had sex with one other girl. And even with Wesley's multiple assurances that he couldn't stand his ex, the fact remained there lived out there someone he'd already touched like this. Someone else who had felt what she felt now. Wesley might be Savannah's first, but she wasn't his.
It hadn't mattered to her twenty-four hours ago. Now it mattered alot.
As it was, Wesley evidently decided to ignore the question, which was likely healthier for everyone. Instead he peppered kisses down her throat, taking a breast in his left hand and pinching her nipple just as his tongue curled around the other areola. “You have such pretty titties,” he appraised softly. “Always thought so.”
Savannah blinked blearily. “A-always?”
“Well,” he clarified with a smirk, “what I've seen, at least. You chits do fancy wearing knickers when you go swimming—”
“It's a bikini!”
“And you get all…chilled…”
Savannah's jaw fell open. “You ogled my boobs?”
Wesley shrugged unapologetically. “I'm a healthy, red-blooded, heterosexual bloke,” he reasoned. “Can't help what I notice.”
The words made no sense. Wesley had noticed her before?Like that? He'd noticed her sexually? Well, perfect. He'd already given the thought of them hooking up some consideration, then, and he'd probably laughed it off just as she had so many times. He was good-looking, popular, and coveted by most of the school. He could have anyone he wanted.
And he hadn't wanted to do this. With her.
“Don't make a thing outta it,” he continued before swallowing her breast completely. There, yet another thing. Her boobs seemed so laughably small, he could fit one entirely in his mouth.
Paige had tits out the wazoo. And as he'd noted, he was ahealthy, red-blooded, heterosexual male, and those guys typically had the mind-set of “the bigger the better.”
“I-I…” she heard herself saying, against her better judgment. “I just…I never thought you'd…”
“See you?” Wesley countered, after releasing her flesh with a wetplop . “I do have eyes, y'know.”
“But I'm—”
“My best friend.” He nodded. “I know. And that's why I never said anything.”
He disappeared before she could question him further, pressing hot kisses up the slope of her other breast to give the neglected nipple its fair share of attention. And God, every flick of his tongue had her body threatening to liquefy. The sensation faded too quickly, his mouth dragging down her abdomen, and only when his tongue circled her belly button did his intentions became clear.
“Wesley!” Savannah bolted upward, only to be ushered down again by persistent hands.
“Wes, we really don't have to—”
“I know.”
“I didn't ask you to—”
He chuckled, pulling back and unbuttoning her jeans. “I know.”
“So why—”
“Because,” he retorted, dragging down her zipper, “I told you.” He grasped her denim by the waistline and nodded at her. “Lift.”
Her hips obeyed of their own volition, and just like that, they had crossed another unrecoverable threshold. Naked with a man for the first time—naked with Wesley—and there was nowhere to look, nowhere to hide. Wesley drank her in greedily, breathing harshly, eyes roaming over her face,
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