Page 83 of Blue Line

“Do you hear how wet you are for me?” I slide my fingers all the way out and then back in, curving to hit her G-spot before pulling my fingers out, an idea forming in my head.

“Grab your vibrator.”

“Wha—”

“Do it.” I tip my chin toward the nightstand, where I know she keeps it.

She crawls off me to grab it, and I can’t help slapping her ass when she shakes it at me.

“Wes,” she husks out, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“You like that?” I push down my shorts and pull off my shirt, needing to feel her skin against mine.

“Nope,” she sasses, situating herself in front of where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread out.

“Don’t lie to me.” I lean down and kiss along her neck.

“Or what?” she asks, wiggling against my hard dick trapped between her back and my body.

I grip her hips. “We can stop this right now.” I start to move my hands.

“Don’t you dare, Weston A. Reynolds.” She grabs my hand and guides it between her legs.

“Use the vibrator on your clit, baby. And watch me fuck you in the mirror.”

She does, bucking against me and letting out the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from coming against her back at the sight. She’s magnificent. Why have I not tried this before? This might be my new favorite show.

It doesn’t take long between the vibrator and my fingers before her pussy is squeezing me so hard, and she’s yelling out my name. I stroke her through her orgasm before pulling my fingers out. I make sure she’s still watching me, then I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean.

She groans, turning in my hold and pushing against me. I shift up the bed so I can lie down, and she climbs on top of me.

“Are you going to ride me, cowgirl?” I ask as she hovers over me.

“I am.” She starts to lower herself. “Shit.” She lifts back up, her eyes wild. “Condom.”

“I got tested a few months ago. Annual physical. I can show you the papers if you want. I haven’t been with anyone since the test except for you.” The words are out before I can stop them. “I’ve never been bare inside of any woman, not that there have been many.” Never wanted to risk getting anyone pregnant who I wasn’t sure was my forever. But Hadley. She’s my forever. There won’t be any other woman for me. “But I can go get a condom if you’re not comfortable.” I’d never do anything she wasn’t on board with.

“I’m on birth control. And I got tested after I broke up with Henry.” She cringes. “Not that I thought he was cheating on me or anything. I just wanted to be sure everything was okay. There hasn’t been anyone since.”

“Whatever you want. It’s your call.”

“I want to feel you inside of me with nothing between us.”

Thank fuck.

I help guide her down on top of me, both of us groaning when she sinks all the way down. She swirls her hips, getting used to my size, and I squeeze my eyes shut, staving off my orgasm.

Wanting to enjoy this.

Never wanting it to end.

Chapter thirty-two

Hadley

I roll my hips, feeling the swoosh in the bottom of my stomach that tells me another orgasm is building.

How is it that every time with Wes gets better and better? How is he real? How is this my life?