Wesley

“I have a question.”

“Hmm?” I hum happily.

We’re wrapped up in each other, lounging in Anna’s bed after the best sex of my life.

The only sex of my life. I am no longer a virgin. It’s about damn time. My time in prison took me off the market for most of my adult life, but ironically, I’m glad it made me wait for Anna.

Contentment liquefies my bones. Apparently, it does the same to her because she’s draped over my body. She fits so well, all the soft pieces of her molding to the hard pieces of me. My fingers trail random patterns over her back, arms, waist, neck. Anything I can reach. I can’t stop touching her soft skin.

“My freshman year, before homecoming…”

My stomach churns. I remember that night so clearly. It was the night I started pushing her away. This is not exactly what I want to talk about, but I guess I have some explaining to do.

“I was so sure you had feelings for me before that night. Like that day at the pool when I first wore a bikini, I could’ve sworn you noticed.”

“Oh, I noticed.” My dick could’ve won records for the fastest erection ever that day. The bikini with the ties behind her neck and on her hips.

“And, when you gave me the necklace for my birthday, I thought you were going to kiss me.”

I remember that moment so clearly, too. Fastening the necklace behind her neck, the scent of peaches drawing me closer, her pretty face expectantly looking up at me, the way she was looking at my mouth. I almost did, too. I almost said fuck it all and kissed her when John called my name and broke the spell.

“I wanted to. So badly.”

“So then, when I asked you if I should go to homecoming with Charlie, why did you tell me to go with him? You had to know, I wanted to go with you.”

I sigh. This part is tricky because I don’t want her to feel guilty at all for my choices.

“I was arrested the week before.”

She sits up, shock widening her eyebrows and making her mouth open and close like a fish. “What? No, you’re thinking of the wrong night. This was your junior year, not senior year.”

“I was arrested twice. I was arrested just before the night you’re talking about.”

“For the same thing? For dealing?”

I sit up, opposite her. “Yes.”

“What happened? How come you didn’t go to jail after that? Or would it have been juvie?”

“Your parents helped me.”

“My parents knew and never told me?” Shock and a bit of anger pink her cheeks.

I hold my hands up at her outrage. “I made them promise not to tell you. I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to think less of me. You’re one of the only people who looked at me like I was more than a piece of trash. Working for Bryce was a mistake; I knew it then, too. I would do anything to go back and change that night.”

“So, why didn’t you stop then?”

“I planned to. But, when I was busted, the cops confiscated the drugs I had on me that night, worth twenty grand. Bryce was not happy about it.”

“Why didn’t you just tell the cops about him?”

“He threatened you.”

“What?” She gawks. “Me? What did I have to do with anything?”

“I told him I was done, told him I didn’t have the money to pay him back, but he wanted me to work off my debt by dealing for free. I refused, but he knew my weakness.”

“Wesley,” she whispers, using my full name for once. “You kept working for him to keep me safe?”

I shrug. “I would do anything to keep you safe, Anna.”

“Even when keeping me safe means you get arrested?” Then, her face morphs from shock to horror. “Oh my God. Wesley! You went to jail for ten years because of me?” She cringes, pulling up the sheet to cover her nakedness. The low light from the lamp reflects off the tears welling in her eyes.

“No, Anna. I went to jail because of me. I should have gone to the cops. I never should have started dealing in the first place. I got myself into that mess. You had nothing to do with any of it. But, after he threatened you, I kept my distance from you to keep you safe.

“Besides, I never thought I was good enough for you. Still don’t, if I’m being honest. Charlie came from a better background. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and you liked him. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.

“I couldn’t have you, so I wanted you to stop waiting for me. Even if I broke my own heart in the process.”

“You were really convincing. I kept hoping you’d change your mind…until I saw you…”

Until she saw me kiss Ellen. That stupid kiss.

“I needed to convince you.”

She sniffs, as if feeling that same hurt all over again. “It worked.”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I had a feeling you would still wait for me. Ellen never replaced you though. She was around a lot because she was best friends with John’s girlfriend back then. It was convenient enough to go out on double dates. But I ended it when she started to develop real feelings for me that I could never return. Someone else already had my heart.”

“I hated seeing you with her.”

I nod. “I know the feeling.”

“I’m sorry you had to see me with Charlie.”

I want to ask what happened with him, but I’m all of a sudden exhausted.

“I only ever wanted you to be happy.”

She stares at me in awe. “You really have loved me since then.”

I lie back down and pull her on top of me, arranging her comfortably like we were before. “I really have. I really do.”

“Thank you, Wes, for keeping me safe.”

“I’ll always keep you safe.”

My internal clock doesn’t care that I’m in bed with a gorgeous, naked angel. I wake up bright and early.

And hard.

Fuck.

My cock is throbbing, nestled against Anna’s stomach. I’m still holding on to her, our skin slick with sweat from sleep. Anna sighs and shifts a bit, turning her head to nestle into my neck, throwing her thigh over my waist.

Oh fuck. I’m going to hell. Her pussy is five inches away, and my cock is greedy. I’d love nothing more than to bury myself in her, but she’s so serene in her slumber. I don’t want to wake her up.

I try to relax and enjoy waking up with her. My thoughts drift back to last night. Telling her how I felt. Kissing her. Washing her. Tasting her. Sinking inside her.

Bare.

And coming inside her.

I couldn’t stop watching, fascinated by every whimper and gasp, loving the way her pussy clenched around me, the way her muscles trembled when I thrummed her clit.

And, holy hell, she was loud. I never would’ve guessed she was a screamer.

But I loved it.

This train of thought is not helping with my erection. It pulses against her thigh.

Anna sighs again, then groans. She sleepily blinks up at me.

“Morning, Angel.”

She smiles sweetly and wraps her arms around my waist. “Morning,” she says into my pec. “One second, I have to go to the bathroom.”

She runs to the bathroom in all her naked glory. After a minute, I hear the toilet flush, then the faucet, followed by the sound of her brushing her teeth. I palm my dick to get some relief, squeezing the base. One strong tug has me debating on whether I can jerk myself off before she comes back. But the door opens, and she dives back under the covers to straddle me, nipples erect and goose bumps dotting her skin from leaving the cocoon of our warmth.

“Did you sleep well?” She smiles down at me, rubbing her hands up my abs and chest.

My hands settle on her hips, and my cock is ecstatic about this new position. It jumps against her center when she wiggles. She laughs, and it does amazing things to her tits, which happen to be dangling right in front of my face.

“Sorry. You can ignore it. I loved sleeping with you. How did you sleep?”

She grinds her core into me, making me curse under my breath. “I slept really well. I dreamed about you.”

Her slit is cradling my dick, and it’s hot. She inches forward and then backward, and I groan at the friction.

“You did? What did you dream?”

She leans down to kiss me, and her hair drapes around my face, tickling me, so I reach up to smooth it back and hold it behind her neck. She glides back and forth over me while she kisses me, deep and desperate.

When she sits back up, her eyes are hazy with lust. “I dreamed you wanted to do some research.”

“Research?”

“On which position you like the best.”

I swivel my hips up and down to maximize the friction, feeling how wet she is. “I like this dream.” My smile gives way to another groan as she slides over my cockhead.

“Maybe we should turn my dream into reality.”

I nod slowly. “I do have a lot to learn.”

My heart hammers in my chest, my senses narrowing in on just me and her. Really, just my dick and her pussy. And how much I want to buck up and sink into her.

“I volunteer to be your willing subject.” She reaches down to guide me into her, and we both gasp at that first delicious slide inside.

“Fuck, Anna. You feel…I can’t even…fuck.” There isn’t enough blood flow going to my brain in order for me to form sentences right now.

My hands go to her hips, and she stills to get used to the intrusion. My eyes are wide open. I don’t want to miss a thing, not one gasp, not one tremor. And what a vision she is. Her face is tilted up, eyes closed, lips curved up in a small, sexy smile. Those long, glossy locks spill over her shoulders, curving around her breasts.

When I think I might go out of my mind if I don’t thrust into her, she starts to move. It’s a slow pull up and then down. My hands are everywhere—her hips, her thighs, her mound. She leans backward, bracing herself on my thighs, giving me the view I want. I’m transfixed, watching as my cock disappears into her wet slit. Dark curls frame the slippery folds. I place a hand across her lower stomach, putting pressure, wondering if I can feel my dick inside her.

She hisses at this, as if the pressure is too much, and I need more sounds from her. The next time she comes down, I drive up, meeting her halfway, loving the way she cries out.

“That’s it, Anna. I want to hear you.”

She meets my eyes, and I love the way she’s so far gone, drunk on sex. She pants and groans and squeezes her eyes shut, as if she’s chasing her pleasure. Soon, all I can hear is the sound of skin slapping skin as she bounces on my dick.

I lick my thumb, get it nice and wet, and then reach down to rub her clit.

“Ah, Wes!” she screams, thighs starting to tremble, pussy starting to flutter around my dick.

Yesss.

Her fingers dig into my thighs, and I know she’s close. The first pulse of her pussy is strong, a vise clamping down on me so delightfully tight, I almost see stars. My balls tighten, and my spine tingles as I fuck her through her orgasm, drawing out every twitch and, “Oh God,” from Anna.

Then, I pull her hips down, plunging as deep as I can, and come inside her.

She watches me just as I watched her.

My orgasm robs me of breath and coordination; it seizes my muscles, and it feels so good, it hurts. I grimace and grunt, pumping my cock in and out as I fill her up.

I don’t know why I’m compelled to feel my cum inside her. But I need to.

“Lie back,” I tell her, my eyes keen on her pussy.

As she lies down, I scoot down, kneeling in between her legs. Her slit is pink and puffy, my cum leaking out of her entrance. I touch the trickle, catching it and guiding it back into her. She groans when I push my finger inside to feel the heat of both of us.

Fuck.

More of my cum trickles out, and I catch it again, almost scooping it up to put it back inside her. If my dick can’t stay inside her, then I want this part of me to be there. It’s like I’m a caveman, trying to plant my seed inside of my woman. But, every time I push my finger in, more comes out.

She spreads her legs wide for me, allowing me to do this mindless compulsion. Soon, she starts to pant again, and her pussy pulses around my finger.

She’s going to come again.

Fuck. Yes.

I push a second finger in and spread her open with my other hand, moving her curls up and out of the way. I want to see every inch. Her clit is a swollen little bean that I must suck on. I lick it, then wrap my lips around it, and suck.

She screams, hips arching off the bed, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets, but I stay with her, sucking her sensitive little clit while rubbing my cum inside her. Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she detonates for the second time this morning. I go from sucking to licking, almost petting her clit with my tongue, soothing the sting away, until she squirms. I plant a gentle kiss on her clit and then climb up her body to lie beside her, grinning like a fool.

She grins back at me, face flushed and hair a tangled mess.

“You’re amazing.”

“Are you sure this is only your second time? You’re…very good at that. Almost a pro.”

“Oh no, I’m far from a pro. I’m going to need to do a lot more research. I need to learn all the ways I can make you come. And scream.”

She laughs and throws her arm over her face, hiding her embarrassment. “Sorry!” she splutters.

I laugh, too, but I move her arm away, loving the heat in her cheeks and the shy smile on her face. “I love hearing you.”

Her blush spreads down to her chest.

“Speaking of hearing you…I could’ve sworn I heard a moan through the wall on Friday night.”

“Oh God!” She turns into me, burying her face in my chest.

I wrap my arm around her. “Hey, that was sexy as hell. Way sexier than the book, which is saying something. I’ve never read a book so sexy before.”

“You really read it?”

“Well, I’m not done yet. But I read the first half.”

She peeks up at me, curiosity winning over embarrassment. “Did it turn you on, too?”

“So, you didn’t hear me?”

And, just when the pink was leaving her cheeks, it returns. Her eyes sparkle as she bites her lower lip. “I did.”

“Maybe we could read the rest together, and we can help each other when we need relief.”

She chuckles. “Good idea.”

“Let’s go take a shower; let me clean you up.”

We ignore my hard-on in the shower this time.