Small Steps...

[da_lilah]

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Finally Wesley came in with me from the roof, the words before we'd fled the rain still ringing in my ears.

"Thank you for coming back Lilah. I can't promise you...anything."Since when had I ever asked him for more than he could offer? I'd known the score, even back then. No promises. Hell, we'd even made a bet over who'd be

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[da_lilah]

"I think...that you've your lover's mixed up, my dear. I'm just Wesley,"

He was just Wesley? If he only knew the power he could hold over me if he wanted. Good thing he didn't know. It was bad enough that Eve had managed to push the right buttons, exploiting how I felt about him to the hilt until I'd caved. Wesley was my Achilles heel. I knew it, and I wondered who else knew it.

God, Wesley was sucking at my nipple again, I arched my back, pressing my breast into his lips. Then he was moving down my body, lips and teeth grazing over my belly, making me shiver when his breath tickled over the sensitive skin.

Then I gasped and tried not to jerk my hips too suddenly when I felt his tongue contact my clit, his fingers squeezing my nipples at the same time. I whimpered and clutched at the sheets while his tongue worked on me, sending jolts of intense pleasure through my entire body. He was driving me crazy, the feather-light strokes of his tongue lapping at that sweet spot between my legs. I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused, my sighs and moans increasing in volume.

Then he thrust a finger into me and I gasped at the wonderful friction of feeling him slide inside. I grabbed at the back of his head, unconsciously digging my fingers into his scalp, as I bucked and rolled my hips to the rhythm of Wesley's fingers thrusting in and out of me, and his relentless tongue probing at my hot core.

When Wesley withdrew his finger, he brought it to his mouth and I watched, fascinated as he deliberately tasted of me, before he changed position, kissing and licking and biting at various parts of my body.

I loved the feel of his mouth bearing down on me, giving me the taste of my own juices as his tongue darted in to meet my own. Then Wesely was pinning my arms above me, and I felt a new thrill, the thought of surrendering, letting him take what he wanted, was overpowering. Give over control? How often did I do that?

Wesley pulled back and gazed down at me, I looked back at him, my swollen lips parted and aching for him to kiss me again. My whole body wanted him to possess me like he never had before. His knees forced my thighs further apart and I shuddered when I felt his shaft finally penetrate my moist hot centre.

Mine

Wesley was mine, surrounded and engulfed in me. I squeezed down hard on my inner muscles, creating even more of a delightful friction. I wanted to feel every part of him as he plunged into my body. I stifled a cry as he thrust deeper into me, biting down hard on my lip and moving my hips to meet his.

"I've missed you," He murmured, his sharp shallow breaths mingling with mine.

"And then some." I managed to whisper back, enjoying the way his hand still kept my wrists captured, and pinned above us.

The sensation of Wesley's cock entering me was incredible. It evoked memories of other times we'd connected like this, and yet, it was different. Both sadder and sweeter at the same time. I matched his rhythm, my breath coming out in short sharp gasps as I pushed into him, revelling in the way his hips slammed into me, and his lustful gaze pierced into my soul.

If I died again, this would be the moment I chose for it to happen. Looking up at Wesley, unable to speak or utter a single coherent word as he laid claim to what had been his all along, if he'd only thought to claim it.