The Mistress
Page 111Laila arched her back as his touch sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. She opened her legs a little wider, inviting more of him. He responded with a second finger.
“Too much?”
“No, I want more.”
“Greedy,” he teased, kissing her on the mouth again. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. She’d grown so wet she could hear her own fluid on his hand. But Wes didn’t seem to mind, didn’t seem disgusted or even amused. She’d fantasized about this night as long as she could remember and she felt nothing but gratitude she’d chosen to do this with someone who knew what he was doing.
He pushed his fingertip into a spot inside her and her vagina twitched around his hand.
God, did he know what he was doing.
He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Rising up on her elbows, she stared down the length of her body and watched his hand moving inside her. She’d never seen anything so erotic, so beautiful, as Wes’s fingers disappearing into her and pulling back out again, shining with her own wetness.
He took her nipple in his mouth again and sucked deep as he pushed a third finger into her. This time she felt her body’s resistance. Still she breathed through the slight pain and in a few minutes the pleasure, all of it, had come back.
His hand moved faster inside her and her hips pushed in time with his hand. She’d come whether he wanted her to or not if he kept this up. Closing her eyes she relaxed against the pillow and let the sensations wash over her. Something built inside her. It felt like a river pushing against a dam and any minute the dam would break. She wanted it to break, needed it to break.
Abruptly Wes pulled his fingers out of her and covered her body with his.
“Laila?”
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him.
“Ready,” she whispered.
He reached between her legs, parted her folds with his fingers and kissed her mouth. Her last kiss as a virgin...she almost didn’t want it to end.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“Never.”
With arduous slowness, Wes started to push into her. She wanted it so much, wanted to feel him filling her, but she couldn’t stop herself from flinching as her body protested against him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Do you need to stop?”
“No...don’t stop.” She wrapped her legs around his back, desperate to keep him close, keep him in her. As much as it hurt she didn’t want to let him go.
He pushed in and she inhaled sharply as she felt something tearing.
“Breathe,” he ordered as he pulled out of her.
“Wes?” She immediately felt empty the moment he left her.
“We’re not done, I promise.” He smiled down at her and wiped her hair off her forehead. When she’d entered his room she’d almost felt chilly. Now sweat covered her body and she burned from within. “But you’re in agony. I don’t like agony. Maybe this will help.”
“What will help? Anything. I don’t want to stop.”
Wes kissed her chest and her stomach. She twined her hands in his hair as his lips feathered delicately over her hips. When he pushed her legs open wide she almost stopped, but his mouth upon her silenced any protest. Carefully he spread her wide and licked her clitoris. He teased it with his tongue until she started panting again from the pleasure. He moved lower and licked her aching lips, even pushing his tongue all the way into her. Moans, deep and guttural, escaped the back of her throat. She felt wanton, beautiful, erotic, even womanly, as he opened her up with his mouth. He lavished her with his lips and tongue. Her moans turned to pleas, begging him to enter her again.
Whatever anyone said or thought, Laila didn’t care.
Wes was inside her because he wanted to be, needed to be. This was no sin.
This was love.
42
THE ROOK
Grace stared down at her wedding ring and smiled. How far she and Zachary had come since the day he’d slipped this ring onto her trembling hand. They’d married in fear and desperation, not knowing what else to do. She’d been barely nineteen then and pregnant with her university professor’s child. Nothing good would come of this, she’d feared. Nothing but heartache and disappointment for Zachary.