Free Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance by Sasha Page B

Wes’s chest, finding the buttons of his shirt already.
    Wes grinned, blinking innocently at her as he sought Zenobia’s mouth again, his teeth nibbling in the lower curve of her lip.
    “You’re…awful,” Zenobia groaned, her voice breathless, a hint of laughter peeking through.
    “Want you,” Wes groaned, biting into the line of her jaw, then down on her neck. “Been too long.”
    “Six hours,” Zenobia grinned back, her fingers seeking skin, equally eager despite her amused tone.
    “Too long,” Wes repeated.
    He smiled and pressed his lips to Zenobia’s brow, kissing down the bridge of her nose, thumbs stroking her cheekbones.
    “We should sneak away more often.” Wes grinned, lips meeting lips as his fingers started to pull at the hem of Zenobia’s dress, bunching it in his hands as he tried to tug it over her head.
    Zenobia smiled, raising her arms and breaking the kiss long enough to have him take it off. Wes’s hands immediately skimmed over Zenobia’s torso, brushing past her nipples and around her hips, fingers framing her waist and teasing the curve of her tailbone.
    “You’re so beautiful,” Wes whispered, nimble hands sliding over heated skin, their breath mingling.
    He hovered in front of Zenobia’s mouth, locking eyes with her. Zenobia parted her mouth slowly; the tip of Wes’s tongue slipping past willing lips, bodies pressed so closely together that Zenobia knew Wes could feel her heart thumping right out of her chest.
    Zenobia’s knees sagged as Wes carefully mapped out every inch of her mouth, fingers fluttering against his cheek as if he were as delicate as a butterfly. She moaned into the kiss, her own arms winding around Wes’s neck without any conscious thought as she shook under the onslaught.
    Wes’s hands wrapped around Zenobia’s hips, and with a fluid motion, she was being hoisted off the ground and up into the secure circle of Wes’s arms. Zenobia’s legs curled around slim hips, ankles crossing behind Wes’s back.
    “So perfect,” Wes whispered again. “My perfect, beautiful Zenobia.”
    This time Zenobia wasted no time allowing Wes’s tongue past her lips, her head tilting backwards to allow a deeper kiss.
    “Wes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers curled tight over hard muscle.
    She was still taken by surprise when Wes demonstrated the endless strength he kept coiled inside his body; overwhelmed by the way her boyfriend could manhandle her and still be so impossibly gentle. It was nothing like it was with Sebastian. Wes cradled her in her arms as though Zenobia was made of fine blown glass. She had never felt so helpless or so cherished as she did when she was in his arms.
    Wes pulled her away from the wall, steadily walking backwards until they were by the lush red couch, the cool leather making Zenobia gasp and arch in Wes’s hold. He didn’t put her down, not yet, his cock grinding against her, the friction eliciting soft, garbled moans from both of them.
     
    “Missed this,” Wes moaned, mouthing down her neck and sucking gently at the hollow of her throat. He pressed a trail of kisses all around Zenobia’s neck and collarbone, hoisting her up a little higher so he could suck one of the hardening brown nubs through his lips.
    A thrill raked Zenobia’s spine, and she tightened her legs around Wes’s waist, hips rolling and rutting against Wes’s, breath broken by soft whimpers as his cock pushed and throbbed in its denim cage.
    Zenobia whimpered, her hands fisting in Wes’s hair as she bucked up against his mouth. Wes turned them around and pushed Zenobia down on the couch, hunkering down on the carpeted floor as he kept kissing Zenobia as thoroughly and methodically as if he’d never done it before. Zenobia’s back was rubbing against the leather, Wes’s teeth grazing her nipple and she moaned, head thrown back and bumping against the wall behind the couch.
    Wes chuckled, looking up at her with eyes blown wide by lust.