Wes is on top of me, but I don’t feel pinned or trapped. I love it when he takes control like this. We’ve been through a lot together, and a part of me feels vulnerable. Losing my job, getting it back again, being humiliated and having Wes declare his love for me – all in one day – takes its toll on my emotions. But he told me he loves me, and I believe him. He makes me feel safe because I know now he’s serious about me and I’m serious about him, too.

His cock is in my mouth, but I’m struggling to concentrate on sucking him off the way I usually do because his mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking. My body shudders involuntarily, and I squirm beneath him. When I’m lying straight, his cock is thick and long in my mouth and when he bucks his hips slightly – he’s careful not to do it too much – he pushes down my throat. Once he’s past my soft pallet, I don’t have the urge to gag.

He pumps into me slowly, fucking my mouth while he eats me out and it’s hot.

I move my head to the side now and then when I need air. The more he licks me and sucks on my clit the closer I get to an orgasm, and I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing anymore. I abandon his cock and close my eyes. Wes’s body hovers over mine, and I can feel his heat, but I’m focused on the sensation between my legs, the muscles clenching at my core.

I’m buzzing. Blood rushes in my ears, and I forget about everything around us. For a while, it’s just me and Wes and what he’s doing to my body. I’m on my back beneath him, legs spread wide for him and he licks at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

The orgasm creeps closer, and I moan louder and louder. I love when I’m at his place, and I don’t have to be quiet. I’m not a quiet person in bed. It’s something I’ve learned about myself, and I know that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to be completely quiet.

Wes knows this about me, and he seems to love it unless we’re in a place where I need to be quiet. He doesn’t hesitate to remind me.

I stop thinking again. The orgasm gets bigger and bigger. My body goes numb, and I can feel the heat between my legs. It’s building, becoming larger and larger. I’m filling up like a cup of hot water, and soon I’m going to spill over.

Wes doesn’t mind that I’m not sucking him off the way he intended when he crawled over me into this position. He seems more than happy to keep at it, licking my pussy, sucking my clit. I gasp and squirm, my breathing coming out in erratic bursts. I reach up and wrap my arms around his thighs.

The orgasm washes over me moments later, and I cry out. I tighten my arms around his legs as my body spasms, and my muscles clench throughout my body. My legs close around his head but he’s relentless, his tongue lapping at me even though I’m pinching him between my legs. I move my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth, his tongue.

When the orgasm subsides, I breathe hard, and I’m suddenly sensitive. I squirm, and Wes seems to know because he lifts himself up and off me. I lie on the bed, gasping, in a puddle of sweat and cum.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe, and Wes smiles at me. His smile is full of potential.

Wes lies down on the bed next to me. I turn my head to him, and he kisses me, first a peck and then with tongue. The kiss doesn’t last very long. He puts his hand on my hip and turns me onto my side so that my back is toward him. He runs his hand along the contours of my body, tracing my curves. I turn my head and look up at him. He’s studying my body like he hasn’t seen me naked before.

His cock is hard and smooth, all at the same time and he presses it against my ass cheeks. I shudder. The thick flesh is hot, and I want it inside of me.

I back up, pressing my ass into his crotch and wiggle it. He gets the idea. His hand is on my ass cheek, and he squeezes it before he guides himself to my entrance.

I’m very wet, and when he pushes into me, he slides in with little effort. I’m tight after orgasming, and I’m sensitive, but it’s pure pleasure, and I moan as he slides into me. I lean forward a little bit more so that I’m at an angle to his body. He slides in and out easier this way. Wes picks up the pace and starts fucking me. His hips move, and I can feel him as he pushes into me harder and harder. His balls don’t slap against my ass, yet, but I can feel them when he slides into me.

He’s larger than usual because of how tight I am. The friction is fantastic, and I’m aware of how big he is and how well he handles himself. He puts his one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my hip, holding me in place. When he does, he picks up his pace and pumps into me harder and harder.

I cry out, gasping and moaning loudly. He slides in and out of me with slippery strokes, and I’m getting an echo of the orgasm. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I have the sheets on his bed bunched in my hands as something to hold onto while he fucks me in the spooning position.

His hand moves from my hip, sliding up my body. He finds my tit and squeezes it. His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches it lightly, rolling me between his fingers in the way that he usually does. It feels good every time, and I gasp.

Wes stops moving, his cock still inside of me and leans his body against mine. It pushes me forward so that I’m lying on my stomach. When he rolls onto me, he’s still inside of me. There’s something very intimate about Wes covering my entire body with his and the weight that comes with it. He doesn’t put his full weight on me, obviously, but I feel the pressure is just right. When he starts moving his hips again, sliding in and out of me, his weight on my back pushes the air out of my lungs along with the rhythm he’s building in my pussy.

The strokes are slow and languid, and he grazes against my G-spot every time. It’s just this side of uncomfortable – the G-spot usually is – but I love the sensation. My face is pressed half into the mattress, and I’m helpless. It’s a turn on. He’s in complete control, and he can do anything to me.

The thrill comes from the idea that he could, but I know that he won’t. I trust him that much.

He fucks me like this for a while, rocking his body back and forth on mine. The motion creates a deep, heavy breathing that he matches in my ear, and I shiver with his hot breath against my skin. He runs his hand down the side of my body, and it tickles a little. I squirm, but when I do he pushes deeper into me, and it’s like a little game. He tries to get me to squirm, and I try not to. When I do, he pounds into me harder, which is really what I want, anyway. It’s a win-win for the both of us.

After a while, Wes pushes himself up so that his body weight isn’t on me anymore. He pulls my hips up with his hand and positions a pillow beneath my hips, but it’s further down than I think it should be. I’m about to say something when his hand reaches around me, and he finds my clit with his fingers.

Right. That’s why he put the pillow where he did.

I jump, my clit is still sensitive after he made me orgasm the first time. Wes knows what he’s doing, and instead of uncomfortable, the feeling is intense but erotic.

His cock is still inside me, and he pumps in and out of me. His fingers focus on my clit, drawing circles around it. Echoes of the first orgasm – or a precursor to the second – find me, and I shiver, my muscles already contracting in anticipation. Wes is working his fingers on my clit faster and faster, keeping his strokes with his cock slow so I can concentrate on my clit rather than on what he’s doing inside of me.

I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation. My body rocks back and forth on the bed, my skin brushing against the sheets, and I’m caught in the mesmerizing combination of his hand on my clit and his cock inside of me, rubbing against my G-spot. It pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm.

It grows inside me like a flame that’s coaxed to life. It burns brighter and brighter until the heat inside me is so great I explode. The orgasm shatters through me, so much more intense now that he’s been stroking my G-spot, and I cry out. My body is pinned down so I can’t curl into a ball and my muscles spasm and contract, fighting my position. It’s all that much more intense because of it.

Wes’s cheek is against mine, and our breathing is in sync. I gasp and moan, letting the orgasm spill over me and sweep me away before it finally subsides.

I like it when I lose control like this with him. I like how he takes me to places I haven’t been before.

Wes and I have had raucous sex multiple times, but this time is different. Maybe it’s because of our confessions of love. Maybe it’s after everything we’ve been through. Maybe it’s because finally, everything will work out okay.

Wes pulls out of me, and I feel his absence acutely. He lies down next to me and pulls me against him, cuddling me. We’re not done yet – he’s rock hard, and I won’t mind another orgasm or two – but it’s nice to be held.