Part 24 (1/2)

He sits there comfortably and kicks off his shoes. I'm just about ready to bolt at this point, but I'm stark naked. I've done my part, and I wonder what he wants from me.

”Come over,” I tell him, wanting him all over me.

A wide smile stretches across his face, ever so slowly, doing sinful things to me. He's being playful again. ”Open your legs for me. I'd like to see you,” he whispers. ”If you're comfortable...”

My heart pounds in my chest as I spread my legs for him, very slowly. I spread them wider and wider, surprisingly not feeling exposed at all, but rather extremely aroused.

”Mirella...” he whispers.

I feel like I'm going to die if he doesn't come to me soon.

Finally, he stands and walks slowly over to me, his eyes glued to mine.

He leans over me, and he kisses my neck softly. I close my eyes as he trails his lips down my chest and kisses my breast, licking circles around my nipple but not quite touching it. He's teasing again.

I run my hands through his soft hair, breathing in the wonderful scent of him. I want this moment to last forever.

Finally, he takes my breast in his mouth. My breathing quickens, and I slide my hands against his smooth shoulders. I make my way down and reach for his fly. I want him naked against me.

He stills my hand. ”Uh...no,” he laughs softly. ”We're not doing that, quite yet.” His tongue ribbons down my stomach and around my belly b.u.t.ton...and below. I ache for him to venture south and lick me there. He tangles his arms in my legs and kisses the inside of my thighs, his tongue sliding against my skin, along the edge of my curls.

”You...are...such a tease.” My words are ragged.

He plants soft kisses on the fleshy part of my thigh. ”Just ask,” he whispers.

He wants me to beg again.

”Please.”

His warm breath lands against my s.e.x, and I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. His tongue slides back and forth against me.

It's so good.

I'm climbing quickly.

I grab a handful of his hair, the soft, thick locks tangled in my fingers, my moans louder and louder.

I'm almost there. I want this to happen. There is no way I can stop him-it just feels too d.a.m.n good.

But then, he pulls away.

I could just kill him.

I lean up on my elbows. ”Weston,” I cry out.

”I'll bring you there...” he promises with a sly smile, ”but I have yet to see every inch of you.”

What in the world is he saying? He's seen everything.

He pulls away. His eyes are intense and serious. ”I'd like you to kneel for me.”

He wants me on all fours.

”But only if you're at ease doing so,” he adds.

At this point, I would do anything he asks-I want him so badly. I turn around, do as I'm told, and settle my knees on the soft bed, feeling extremely exposed. Suddenly, I'm in someone else's body-someone bold, s.e.xual.

He stands behind me and trails his fingers softly along my spine, down to the base of my back.

He traces a line to the edge of my crack. ”You are a work of art.” His fingers dance lightly along my a.s.s, my s.e.x. Neither of us utters a word. I am too aroused to speak. I just want to close my eyes and enjoy his touch. His fingers linger for an eternity, trailing back and forth, nearing, but not quite touching.

I'm not used to this.

Gabe is not like this. His style is fast and furious-he plows on through and hopes I can catch up with him. Weston, on the other hand, likes to take things slowly. He likes to explore. He likes to tease. He likes to hear me beg. I had never realized being with another man could bring such a different experience. And I eat it up. I love being teased, taunted, and brought to the edge of desire. I love being explored and adored and handled softly.

”Touch me, Weston,” I finally beg.

His fingers glide between my lips.

And I want him so badly.

”I want you inside me,” I say softly. The ragged words escaping from my mouth shock me.

His hand leaves me, and I open my eyes. I tilt my head over my shoulder to look at him. He reaches into his pocket.

I throw my head down, close my eyes and wait for him, my body antic.i.p.ating his. This magnetic pull he has over me is beyond comprehension. I've never seen myself as a very pa.s.sionate person before-I've always been ruled by my good senses, not by l.u.s.t.

He teases me with his shaft. I want to beg him to stop and to enter me-I want him inside me. I bite my bottom lip as I enjoy the feel of him against me.

He finally eases into me, and I want the sensation to go on forever. He moans as he stretches into me. I cry out, knowing I'm going to come, fast and hard. His thrusts are slow and intense, and he moans louder and louder. As he comes, he pushes harder into me and brings me to my own climax.

When I'm finally brought down from the waves of pleasure, I turn to look at him and smile. Thirty seconds-I think that's all there was to it.

He laughs. ”In my defense you worked me up quite a bit.”

I laugh. ”I didn't even touch you.”

He kisses the back of my neck. ”What can I say,” he says softly. ”You have extraordinary powers.”

He eases out of me, his hands still on my hips. ”I'll be back in a moment.” And he's gone again.

I bury myself under the covers and wait for him. I definitely don't want a repeat of last time.

I want him to stay.

He comes back, a plush towel wrapped around his waist. He is magnificent, and I just want to rip that towel off.