Take the Plunge
CLYVE
NOTHING HAD ever felt so damn right than to be with a woman you loved. And yes, goddamn right, I loved Westley. She might not tell me the three words, but I knew the feeling, and I knew she was almost there. And my heart just soared high with hope.
I was still inside her, and I felt I was hard again. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that she would be on top of me.
She lifted her hips with a wicked look on her face and bit her bottom lip as I positioned my cock into her entrance. I watched her pussy swallow my cock inch by inch. The further she sunk in, the louder she moaned until she reached the root.
When she rode on top of me, I matched her movement, lifting my hips. I covered her moan with a searing kiss as I pushed my length forward. My nerves shimmered, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I gripped her thighs to widen her legs as I plunged all the way in. A cry tore out of her throat. As I watched my cock sinking into her pussy, the sensation was building pressure towards my balls, and my muscles began to tighten.
Westley started to writhe on top of me, and her moan was getting louder, her pussy was tightening around me, but that didn’t stop her from riding me harder I had my head back against the pillow while I continued to pummel her further.
“Oh god!” She stared up, her eyes enormous, transfixed.
“Come around me, Westley.” My pace got faster, my cock began to thicken, and I was breathless as we moved in rhythm, determined to reach the highest.
Then an ecstatic cry filled the air as her inner walls spasmed, and waves of bliss washed over her, and collapsed on top of me. My body tensed as the strong waves hit me, and I growled as the unspeakable and indescribable pleasure flood through me.
* * *
NO MATTER how I wanted to spend and be with Westley, my phone kept on buzzing. I dragged myself out of bed after I kissed the snoring Westley. We had another round before we finally got some rest.
We hadn’t talked if I wouldn’t consider moaning, groaning, and screaming with ecstasy could be called talking. Before I closed the door behind me, I looked at her one more time, and I didn’t realize how much I missed her and how much I wanted her in my life.
All this time, I let myself suffer from agony when the only answer was right in front of me. I felt a weight lifted off my shoulder, and I was able to breathe freely again.
“About time you answer. I went to your studio, Austen said you left early. How’s the meeting with ad service?” It was Skip.
“As you said, I let them do their job. I’m gonna email the pictures they asked, for and let them take a few shots they want this week.”
“Great. You need that.” The tone in his voice changed. There was something he wanted to hold up.
“What is it, Skip?” I felt my throat choke up.
“I have good and bad news.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Bad news first.” Either way, I had no choice but to listen to both.
“The artist I asked declined my invitation. He might want a little push.” I got it, he didn’t know me. Sometimes well-known artists were dicks. They were setting their standard. Small artists wouldn’t take a break because of them. For a first-timer art exhibit like mine, they wouldn’t even give a chance, especially when it was for a cause. They were scared that it would just go to the pocket of the organization handling the event. I couldn’t blame him, but a part of me wanted to shove it to his face when my exhibit would be successful. Hopefully.
I nodded as I pressed my lips tightly before I spoke. “It’s alright. I can find another artist, or if I can’t, maybe the ads would help me. The good news?”
“I was able to convince someone to put his collections on sale. All of the profit will be for the cause.”
My heart raced. I could feel my lips slowly spreading into a smile. “How many? I mean, who is he?”
“How about a surprise?” He laughed. I trusted Skip. I was sure I’d be satisfied with those collections, knowing my brother’s taste when it came to arts. He was just like my father. I hoped I could make my father proud when the exhibition time came.
“Damn you, brother. Stop being a killjoy.” I laughed with him, then familiar hands wrapped around my waist, and soft lips pressed on my bareback. My body responded, and I instantly felt our skin creating a searing heat. I closed my eyes to relish the feelings she caused. I already wanted to be inside her again. I could still feel her warmth, her taste, her sound, her body. She was perfect.
“What is important is you have additional paintings for your gallery.”
“Thanks so much, brother. I don’t know what to do without you.”
“You shouldn’t be saying that to me. Try telling that to someone else.”
I chuckled. “Fine.” I turned around. My gaze was transfixed on hers, and I didn’t want to look away. She looked well-fucked, sated, and gorgeous, her hair was a messy finest gold against the light. We stared at each other in silent conversation. I was just glad that I made the right call, of picking up what we left off. “I don’t know what to do without you. You are the only thing that I am doing right, Westley.”
Skip was laughing his ass out loud from the other line before I hung up. I cupped her face and kissed her lips. She must have brushed her teeth or used my mouthwash-she tasted minty.
She didn’t kiss me back. Her lips were immobile. When I broke the kiss, she was still staring at me, deadly serious.
“Westley, did I say something wrong?”
“You’re the only thing I’m doing right, Linton.”
I wrapped her in an embrace. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed in my chest. “I have to revise my manuscript.”
“Then do it.”
“You don’t understand.” She pulled away, grabbed a mug, and poured herself a coffee.”
“It’s dinner time, love. Are you hungry?”
“It’s past dinner, but I could eat some sandwiches.”
I opened the fridge and took something to make her sandwich. I already had a green salad for me.
“Let me do it,” she suggested.
I let her and gave her the knife. I waited for her to talk to me, but it didn’t happen.”Make me understand, Westley. I wanna help you. We’re in this together.
“We passed through secrecy, and I promise to do the same.”
She stopped slicing the bread. “Do you have cheese?”
I grinned. “Yeah. My brother was here.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“You haven’t told me the story you were writing. Tell me about it.”
“I’m not ready to show you. When it’s ready, you’re the first one to read the sample.”
I could feel pride in my chest as I kissed her cheek. “I’m sure it would be a bestseller, Westley. I’m so proud of you.”
I grabbed my salad from the fridge and started digging when she bit her sandwich.
“I wish I have the same confidence as you.”
“I believe in you.”
We sat side by side. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief that this was finally happening. I was still trying to wrap my head around it, but when I kissed the side of her head, I knew this was all real and that Westley and I were finally together.
“Can I ask you something?”
I looked at her. “You know you don’t have to ask me that. Shoot.”
“About the painting.”
“Your painting?”
“Yeah.”
I chuckled. “You’re not gonna see it until it’s ready.”
“So, I’m gonna see it during the exhibition?”
“Yup.” I was still not sure if I would put that during the exhibit, but I didn’t want to spoil her excitement.
Her brows met together. “What if I’m not gonna like it?”
“Well, then it sucks.”
“What if we trade, my manus to your painting.”
I shook my head. I was going to read it anyway, but I wanted to see the reaction on her face when she saw her image in the painting. “Still no.”
“Fine.” She slid from the stool. I wasn’t nearly done with my salad, and she was done with her sandwich.
“You’re hungry, love.”
Then she smiled slyly and wickedly. “How could I not?”
My skin started to heat as to the way she looked at me. “Let me finish, then I’d be honored to shut that sultry smile on your face.”