10. WES

10

WES

I war with myself after hearing her words. I know what she's asking. I know she's a virgin and it never crossed my mind that I'd be her first. Do I want to be? Hell fucking yes. I want to be her first and her last, but I also know there's so much attachment that comes with that. I have to be perfect for her. I don't have it in me to be there for one time only and send her on her way.

But I can't be who she needs. So I've always chosen women who I knew wouldn't stay.

But Hazel walked in and never left. Despite all the times I pushed her away from me.

Which makes what I want to do tonight even worse. Can I do this? Can I be selfish and take that bit of her to keep with me forever?

Truth is, I haven't been with anyone in quite some time. I've alluded to it, I've brought dates around, but I never took them home. And despite the jokes I've gotten from my cousin and best friend, I haven't slept with anyone in two years.

Two years.

Because Hazel is the one I want. So I punished myself, deprived myself of intimacy because I knew it wouldn't mean anything unless it was with her.

Jerking off did nothing to slow my need for her and I couldn't help but touch her tonight while we took that shot at the bar. And now it is engraved in my mind that there will never be another woman who affects me like her.

Boston . My heart broke hearing her mention a state so far away. I'll live in misery if she leaves but I also don't know how to keep her. I wish I could say all these thoughts out loud but surely all these indecisions and second guessing about how it wouldn't work out would make her drift further away.

I help her from the truck and we walk inside in silence. Shutting the door behind us feels like a monumental moment as we searched for each other, our eyes adjusting to the dark room. She watches me with large round eyes and I'm not sure if it's out of fear I'll tell her no, or out of fear I'll tell her yes.

And I fall even harder for her.

"Wes I?—"

"Hazel. I know."

"What do you know?"

"I know how you feel about me. I've always known."

"So why did you always push me away?"

"Because I can't be?—"

"Can't be what I need," she interrupts. "I know. I've heard this over and over and I don't know why you think that."

I remain quiet, not wanting to air my insecurities right now and after a few long moments of silence she asks, "For tonight. Can we pretend?" She steps closer and links her fingers with mine. "If you know how I feel, you'll give me this. You'll know I love you no matter what. And that you're important to me."

"You're important to me too," I reply hesitantly. "And that's why I don't want to ruin it."

"We won't let it," she states adamantly.

"It's a big gift to give," I remind her.

"Yes. And it's my birthday, so I decide what gift I get, right?"

I laugh, her silly logic helping to break the tension. "I don't think that's how it works."

"Then think about what I'd like and give it to me, Wes."

I only have so much self-control and she just broke it. I stop thinking and decide to just feel. I want Hazel and she wants me. Is that so wrong? I cup her face and take her lips slowly and cautiously, but she meets me back with certainty, and when she whispers ‘ gift me, baby ' in my ear, I know I'm done for.

"Hazel, you've no idea how you make me feel," I respond gruffly, my body trembling with need. "Please be sure of what you're asking because I won't be able to stop."

She takes my hand and pulls me away from the front door. Maybe she's afraid I'll run but I have no choice but to follow wherever she leads.

"I know what I'm asking for, I want you just as badly."

"You deserve so much more than this, Hazel. Flowers, candles?—"

"Since when do I need things? Just you, Wes. That's all I need."

The desperate man inside me snaps, and I scoop her up bridal style. She gasps and throws her arms around my neck, snuggling close to my chest. I hold her tight and walk to my bedroom, placing her on my bed before opening the curtains to let the moonlight in; it's so round and full that it lights the room.

I stand at the end of the bed and watch as she kicks off her shoes. She sits up on her knees and pulls her shirt from her head, leaving her in a low cut tank that shows off the swell of her breasts. I've looked at Hazel many times throughout the years but being able to see her like this is incredible. The strong woman who knows what she wants. And it's me she wants.

I slowly unbutton my shirt and shrug out of it, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes watch me with rapt attention and a smile dances across her lips. She extends her hand to me. "Come here."

When I step to the side of the bed, she pulls me onto it and we laugh as I fall ungracefully, not expecting her to yank so hard.

"Can we not make this weird?" she asks with a laugh.

"I'm not the one who just yanked my arm out of the socket," I tease, shaking my arm out. She giggles and I kneel, moving closer to her before falling back against the headboard. She kneels beside me.

"Don't be a baby," she croons.

Her eyes drop to my chest and that desperate man inside me begins to scream for more. With one look, she makes me feel like I'm a king.

"Come here," I say gruffly, and she moves to my lap, straddling me. I trace the strap of her tank and let my fingers drift across her chest. "You're gorgeous."

Her eyes never leave mine, her hands stroking across my shoulders and down to my biceps, squeezing them. "So are you."

My breath catches in my throat, my eyes closing briefly at her touch. I enjoy her hands on me for a few moments then open my eyes, holding her gaze as I say, "I want you to do anything you want, as fast or as slow as you want. If you need something more, you can tell me. If you don't want to continue, tell me. We go at your pace."

"I love that you're saying all this, but stop making this a lesson, Wes. It's supposed to be fun. I want to have fun with you. You're not going to scare me, and I want you to talk to me, too. Got it?"

I chuckle softly, not at all surprised that she's like this, mature and willing. "You love to put me in my place, don't you?"

She rocks back and forth twice, grinding against me and I let out a low groan. "Nothing changes, Wes. It's still you and me, like always."

She leans in and kisses me, softly at first, teasing me with her tongue. I lean closer and nip at her lip with my teeth before pressing my lips against hers. She kisses me fully, sinking in, our lips and tongues meeting urgently.

I slide my hands under her tank and her stomach quivers at my touch, but her lips never leave mine. I sit up fully, leaning away from the headboard, as she wraps her arms around me, pulling herself tight against me, yet we still don't break the kiss.

Her lips on mine feel like the dream I've had for years, and I don't want it to end. If this is the only night I get with her, I'm going to memorize every single part of her.

Our movements become frantic as she pulls away, panting, then she presses her forehead against mine. "This feels so good."

I steal a kiss from her smiling lips. "It sure does." She chuckles breathlessly and I hold her waist, stilling her gyrating hips. "Keep dry humping me and this is going to be over before we get to the good part."

"Oh, come on," she murmurs playfully. "Don't tell me you can't handle it."

In one swift move she yanks her tank over her head and throws it to the ground. The lace over her full breasts draws my attention, taking my breath and she laughs out loud, the sound sending electrical waves through me. She's so fun and full of life and being here with her now is the best decision I've ever made.

"Oh, I can handle it," I reply, surging forward and flipping her onto her back in a move so fast she gasps and her eyes go wide. I take her mouth again, my lips and tongue seeking as I cup her breasts over her bra, my thumbs brushing her nipples.

She sighs out a moan and I kiss down her neck, to her chest, and over the lace to tongue her nipples. Kneeling over her, I stroke my hands down her arms, capturing both her wrists with my left hand and pulling them above her head. She smiles seductively and wiggles her hips, searching for me.

Using my free hand, I trace the cups of her bra again, glancing at her eyes and back to her breasts. Her nipples are hard through the damp lace and I continue rubbing my thumb over one and then the other, enjoying her soft moans and gasps. I lean down and flick my tongue over her nipple again, watching her watch me, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You're amazing, Hazel." I release her wrists and she leaves her arms above her head, arching her back, offering herself to me. I move off the bed, shedding my jeans but leaving my boxers on, and she sits up and quickly takes her pants off, leaving her in a matching light blue lace set.

"You planned tonight, didn't you?" I ask with a knowing smirk, and her lips twist as she lays back down on the pillow, bringing her knees together and laying them to the side. "You came out tonight knowing you were going to seduce me?"

I lean over the bed nipping at her skin with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue and she swats at me. "Stop! I'm ticklish!"

I step back, and she watches with wide eyes as Isqueeze my cock over my boxers. "Don't worry, we're going to get you good and ready for me."

I grab her ankles and pull her flat before crawling up the bed and covering her body with mine. I pull the cups of her bra down, palming both breasts, licking and tasting. Making my way down her body, her legs wrap around my waist, and I taste and tease each part of her. I bite at her ribs, lick up and down her belly, teasing around her belly button before coming back to her breasts again.

"Fuck, I don't know what I want first, Hazel."

Her fingers run through my hair as she replies, "Have it all."

"Oh, I'm going to." I tease her nipples again then blow cool air on them, laughing when she presses herself flat on the bed again. "What's wrong, baby?"

"It just feels so good. I don't ever want you to stop."

I chuckle against her, the vibrations sending shivers down her body. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

She lifts her head then raises her upper body so she's leaning back with her hands supporting her. I slide her panties down her legs, watching her face as I ask, "You okay?"

She nods her head and we both laugh as she responds dreamily, "I'm perfect."

"Yes, you are," I whisper, my body is aching to be inside her. Wanting to make the experience as pleasurable as I can for her, I ask, "Can you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Touch yourself." Her eyes widen, her brow furrowing as she watches me, so I add, "I'm serious Hazel, show me what you like. Touch yourself and I'll follow your lead."

She hesitates for the briefest moment, before running her hands over her own nipples. She gets bolder and makes her way to her pussy where I watch hungrily as she makes a slow circle around her clit.

I let out agrowl and she smiles wantonly as I murmur, "Fuck, that's hot. You're so wet," then I scoot down, licking up her pussy without warning, and she bucks up against me, rubbing against my face as she gasps, "Holy shit, Wes."

I smile smugly, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly. I lower my torso, situating myself between her legs, holding her thighs and watching her face as my tongue meets her pussy again.

"Oh god," she moans as I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue as her hips gyrate, rubbing against me with abandon.

I fucking love that she's so open and responsive, and I urge her on. "Ride my face, baby."

"Wes," she moans, her body growing tense at my words.

I shake my head back and forth against her pussy, my word of encouragement rough and jumbled against her slick flesh. "No. Move how you want to move. Do what feels good. You can't do anything wrong and I'm here for it all and I fucking love it. Use me to get off, Hazel. You'll make me the happiest man alive if you call out my name while you come."

She comes in a rush, my name falling from her lips just as I demanded, and I have to pull back, not daring to press my throbbing cock into the mattress for fear I'll embarrass myself.

I climb back up her body, pressing my hips against her drenched pussy, letting her feel just how good she makes me feel. I lean down, speaking against her lips. "Feel that?" She nods, her lips smiling against mine as I add, "You've got me so hard I can't think straight."

She licks her lips, her tongue just brushing mine and my eyes roll back as I choke out, "Christ, how do you know just what I need?"

"Same way you know what I need. We fit, Wes."

Warmth rushes over me at her words, and suddenly, I can't wait any longer to have her.

Standing, I step out of my boxers, and her eyes widen as she stares at my bare cock. I open the nightstand drawer and pull out a couple condoms before I position myself back on top of her. I hold my cock in my hand and tease her clit with it, tapping a few times then rubbing small circles as she stares up at me.

"Are you okay?"

''Better than okay," she says breathlessly.

"Ready for more?"

"Yes."

I pull back slightly and she pushes her hand between us, but I shift my body back just out of her reach. She scowls but laughs, "Wait, I want to?—"

"No, tonight's about you," I answer as I grab a condom, open the wrapper and roll it on. "I'll let you suck my cock in the morning."

"Wes," she says in fake outrage and we both dissolve into laughter. I've never had so much fun with a woman in bed before. I don't feel afraid to say anything to her, she's not going to take it the wrong way because she gives that biting banter right back.

I tease her pussy again and she raises herself up and looks down to where we're about to be joined. "I'll go slow."

"I don't want slow, Wes. I don't want you holding back. I just want us to move together how we're meant to."

We hold our stares as I ease my dick into her tight pussy, my eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing in a circular pattern, and she moves her hips slowly until I'm seated all the way inside.

I rotate my hips, pushing in as she adjusts to my length. "You're so tight, baby. Breathe with me." She exhales the breath she was holding and the tenseness of her body eases, so I pump in and out twice. "Is this alright?"

She runs her hands over my shoulders before raising her legs up to wrap around my waist. I groan and thrust into her again as she whispers,"It's so good."

I nuzzle her neck, our hips moving together. We fit exactly right, and I've never felt as close to someone as I do with her right now.

She wraps her arms around me, and I put a bit more of my weight on her, sliding my hands under her shoulder blades, rocking us both as I kiss her chin, her nose, her lips. Our bodies are tight against one another as I pick up speed, pressing the base of my cock against her clit each time.

"Do you think you can come again?"

Her eyes close, her head tips back and she throws her arms over her head, her hands pressing against the headboard. I want to rear back, grab her waist and rut into her like an animal but I don't want to hurt her. "I think you can. I feel your pussy strangling me."

Her mouth opens on a loud moan and I smile. "You like to hear me tell you that, don't you?" She nods, but says nothing, so I add, "You want to hear what you do to me? How you make me feel?"

"Wes," she whispers brokenly.

"Say it again, baby. I'm about to come and I need to hear you say it's me."

"Wes," she calls out as she convulses, pleasure washing over her as I push in deep, grinding against her clit. My own body tightens, molten heat shooting down my spine and the moment I come, I swear lightning flashes behind my eyelids.

We slow our movements, breathing together before we lay there lifeless.

I slide to the side rolling her with me, so I don't crush her, still seated deep inside her. I brush the hair from her face, and she turns, kissing the inside of my wrist in such an intimate gesture that my heart races.

After a moment I ease back, my cock sliding out of her. I move off the bed and take care of the condom before returning to her, resuming my earlier position facing her.

"Are you sore?"

She traces my lips with her finger. "A little but it's okay. It feels good."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You didn't, Wes."

"Ever, Hazel," I reply with great feeling. "I don't ever want to hurt you."