Wes reached for me, and I went into his arms. He pulled me in tight, molding his body to mine. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing our chests together. I loved the rasp of his sparse chest hair against my nipples. I shuddered, then moaned, when my length slid against his. I could come just from this, from letting him hold me as I rubbed against him. Another time, I’d have to try that. Right now, I focused onother things. I grinned as I pulled back, tugging him toward the bed. He came with me willingly, a salacious grin lighting his face. When he gave me a gentle nudge, I fell back on the mattress. I wiggled because the sheets felt so good against my skin. His smile turned indulgent, and I rolled my eyes.
“Get the lube,” I commanded. Gods, my voice sounded almost as deep as Wes’s.
He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking. “No more foreplay?”