**Mature readers only, this is a smutty chapter**

Personal suggestion... don't read this in public.

Sarah Gilmore

After seeing the softer side of Wes, I could feel myself letting my emotions win. He was familiar and I missed that. He was kind and that was refreshing compared to my last serious relationship.

"Are you done?" The impish smile on his perfect mouth was going to be the end of all my inhibitions.

"What? Yes, I'm done but you didn't answer my-" I was cut off. My nipples hardened and my skin tingled as his fingers buried themselves into my hair at the base of my neck. I hadn't been cut off by his kiss, it was his touch.

Gentle and careful he brought our mouths together. It wasn't demanding, like his kiss from earlier. This kiss was sensual and tender. I almost didn't know what to think of it, but my mind was cleared when I remembered what he had said. It finally sunk in, 'whatever you're willing to give me.'

I needed to stop thinking. Thinking too much always got me into trouble and this was no different. The only thing I was thinking about was getting more of him.

Stabilizing myself against him by gripping at his shirt, I lost myself in the moment. Us. Here. Together.

He didn't push or pull me in for more. He was letting me lead and I loved it. Relinquishing his control, he leaned into my pull.

My hands sought his skin, finding it as I pulled his shirt away from his stomach. Finding where the band of his jeans met his smooth skin. Climbing my nails up and under his shirt, he inhaled sharply into my mouth.

Seizing the opportunity, I flicked my tongue over his upper lip, watching as his eyes turned molten. The shiver that ran through me brought out my inner vixen and I pushed him back.

With a confused look, he watched me. Creeping back, along the wall of my hallway, I slowly slid my shirt over my head. He took the cue and did the same with his own. Showing his injuries were already on the mend, I scanned him. My eyes drifted down and back up him until I met his amused stare.

Slow was our speed. Something I wasn't good at. I didn't like to wait and I sure as shit didn't want to wait for my pleasure, but Dalton was different. I relished in the pleasure he created and I'd learned the same for him.

The next layer to go was my jeans as I turned and slid them over my hips. Exposing my thong and my ass to him. Hearing him groan added fuel to my fire. A glance over my shoulder let me know the pressure that was building was too much for him. He unbuttoned his pants and the zipper pulled apart.

I gave him a shy smile as I ran into my room, tossing my tank over my head and jumping onto the bed. When I turned towards the doorway, he stood there watching me. Content and pleased with the show so far.

With my best striptease, I pouted my lips, reached back, and unclasped the hooks on my bra. Holding the front against myself, I slid each arm out. His eyes tracked my movements as I tracked his. His hand slid beneath his waistband, starting to stroke himself as I tossed my bra away, still holding my chest.

"Two can play that game, Dalton," I teased as I used one hand to do the same. My thong didn't cover much, but my hand and my pussy were hidden from him.

"You're making things difficult, sweetness."

"How so?"

He took gradual steps towards me, shaking his head, saying, "I'm trying to be on my best behavior, but looking at you like this, doing that... I don't want to take things slow and I definitely don't want to behave."

A smile was all that I could manage before his body moved over mine, pinning my hand in place. He moved quickly and I hadn't realized how close he had gotten until then.

His voice was low and husky as he lowered his head to my ear, "If I weren't here tonight, would you be playing with yourself?"

I couldn't contain the moan that slipped free. Yes, my answer was yes I would have been. My date had canceled, Wes was in town, and I was in serious need of release. Breathing against his neck, I answered, "Yes."

"Show me," he whispered back.

I froze. I had never masturbated in front of anyone. A part of me wanted to tell him to leave, that this was a mistake and that he should go back to wherever he had come from. The other part of me was agreeing with him and his little game. Play, release, please...

Slowly leaning away and off of me, he settled on the bed between my legs. I debated another moment before I climbed off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"You wanted to know what I'd do if you weren't here," I said as I entered my walk-in closet and pulled a box from the top shelf. "So this is what I would be doing."

I unclasped the two buckles and opened the box. His eyes went wide as he took in my collection. From my lube to my dildo and all the in-betweens. He held up a pink vibrator that was made specifically for G-spot stimulation and smirked at me.

"Which is your favorite?" He asked it so innocently, but I knew him better than that.

Picking up the large black and silver dildo with a bunny ear clit teaser, he turned it on low and watched as it came alive in his hands. The tip gently thrust up and down as the silicon bunny ears started to blur.

"The one you're holding, actually. When I'm alone it takes care of my pussy and my clit."

"This one!?" He increased the speed and I smirked as I watched his fascination.

"You wanted me to show you, I can put on a show for you, Wes." I hissed his name as I took the dildo from him and tossed it towards my pillow. Climbing back onto the bed, I snagged my small bullet vibrator from the box and lay down.

"Take them off, I want to see everything," his command was barely audible as he motioned to my underwear.

Moving leisurely, I eased them down my hips and over my thighs. Slipping one leg out, just like I had with my bra straps. His hand moved to his crotch and he rubbed himself through the tight fabric.

His eyes were hungry and I quickly became addicted to his reactions. Biding my time as I spread my legs for him, showing him all of me.

I was soaked to the core, but I teased the tip of my bullet with my tongue before trailing it down to my clit. Pressing the small button, the vibrations started low and increased when I didn't let up on the small button. By myself, I needed the pressure. By his hands, all I needed was a feathered touch.

As the plastic met my sensitive bud, I closed my eyes. My first thought was that I needed to imagine he wasn't right in front of me, this was my own time and my own fantasy.

With his groan and the shift on the bed, I couldn't help but peek. He was still watching, but he quickly stripped his lower layers and came to lay beside me. His thickness rested against his stomach, full and in need of release.

I felt like an exhibitionist with him watching me. Solo and for his pleasure only, I didn't want to be in my head anymore, I wanted him to be a part of this.

I guided one of his hands to my chest as I pressed the bullet to my clit harder. Swirling it, hitting the right angle, causing me to moan and my body to roll.

His hand squeezed and his mouth lowered. Flicks with his wicked tongue followed by nips that shot need to my drenched core.

His hand settled over mine, barely touching but just enough to know he was willing to replace my own. I let my head roll and found myself in the crook of his neck. Inhaling deeply, I scraped my teeth over his skin, setting free a moan from him.

His hand that had been above mine disappeared and was replaced with a new vibration. I knew the pulse and the texture of my dildo. The tip rubbed at my entrance as I continued to use the bullet. As the pressure increased at my entrance, I relented with the bullet.

I clicked off the vibrator and led him. He sat up to watch as he pushed the toy into my folds. Holding my leg to better watch as he pushed it all the way in. The bunny ears tickled my clit and the dildo had filled me. Arching my back, my hips moved in reaction to the pleasure he was creating. Slowly he withdrew it, only to thrust it back in.

Clawing at his shoulder, I was completely aware of his stitches and the fact that I needed to be careful. I avoided using my teeth near it.

"Is this what you do, sweetness"

"Yes," I gasped as he increased the vibrations. The head pumped faster as it slid against my tight walls. "I don't want the toy."

"No? What do you want?"

"You." I gripped the sheets and writhed against the pulsing silicone. I preferred the real thing and I had it sitting on my damn bed. Why the hell would I want a toy over him?

He leaned in and bit my shoulder, hard enough that I yelped with surprise, but not enough to hurt. Moving his way across my collar to my neck, he asked, "You want me to fuck you, Sarah?"

"Yes."

"But I am. This toy is doing all my work for me."

"Dalton," I growled through gritted teeth.

"Yes, Sarah?"

"I want your fucking dick inside of me," I mewled. My climax was building quickly as he hit the top power on the toy, angling it just right that it hit my spot.

Shifting my leg over his shoulder, he pressed in between my thighs. Dildo still embedded in my pussy with his hand, keeping me from forcing it out. "You want me here?" He dropped his head, withdrew the dildo, and licked my slit.

Gripping for his hair, I cried out his name.

"Or maybe you want me here?" He pressed a finger and then his palm over my ass, making me clench.

"Dalton, stop teasing me," I was losing my patience and was greedy for my release.

"You used to like it when I teased you."

"Too long," the broken thought came out without knowing where it was going.

"Since?"

Shit! There I went saying things I shouldn't have during the wrong moments. It had been too long since I'd been properly handled. Sure, there were some guys since Dalton and I had last spent a glorious evening together, but nothing had compared.

Sensing that I didn't want to talk about it, he tossed the dildo to the side, hoisted my legs over his shoulders and devoured me.

With a yelp, I accepted. Watching him as his lids closed and he moaned as his mouth covered my clit. The position he had me in, left me with very little control. My legs clenched and my body arched as I tried to get more of him.

The delicate flicks combined with the heat of his mouth was causing me to fray. When he added his teeth to nibble, I couldn't control my reaction. Bucking into him as my body spasmed.

"Fuck! Yes," I cried out.

His amused chuckle was all I got as he climbed off the bed, still holding me to his mouth. As he readjusted, his tongue plunged between my folds.

On his knees at the edge of my bed, I could barely see him. Pulling away for a moment, he kissed his way up to my navel. Replacing his tongue with two long fingers.

My breathing came in panting gasps as he rubbed over my spot. He remembered what I liked. I was having trouble making full thoughts and my words were choked at the back of my throat.

"Tell me," he planted another kiss, "how long have you been collecting for your toy box?"

"I um," I stammered. He twisted his fingers as he drove them in and out of me. "I've had the bullet for years, but others are newer." Once the words were out my eyes rolled back, my mouth opened wide, as my orgasm crested.

"Looks like I may have to get you a bigger box."

Feeling my walls clamp down on his fingers, he moved his mouth to swirl over my delicate lower lips.

"Wes..."

"Are you going to come for me, Sarah?"

"Yes," breathing the word in a short exhale as my body arched off the bed, only to slam back into the soft sheets.

"Good, you're my favorite dessert."

With his words, I unraveled. My muscles tightened as I accepted the release. His fingers worked with his tongue and I found a new feeling, explosive. My legs shook. I could feel my warmth flowing out of me. His tongue at my entrance, ready and waiting.

He didn't stop.

I couldn't think. With one fluid motion he was standing, condom on and ready.

"You ready?"

"Oh fuck, please!"

He pulled out his fingers and surged into me. His full length embedded in my tight pussy. I suddenly felt overly full.

I wasn't even done with my first orgasm when he caused a second. I felt the spray on my leg and cursed as my body convulsed.

Looking up, he was both shocked and pleased with what had just happened.

"That's new," he whispered

"Sorry," I started to say before his drenched fingertips came up to silence me.

"I'm honored, sweetness. There is nothing to apologize about." His mouth turned up at one corner and he drew back. With a whimper, I gripped his arms and looked up at him. "You never used to squirt. When did that happen?"

"I-" He surged back in. Filling me to his hilt. He had more girth than my toys. Just him inside of me was causing shock waves. I raked my nails down his arms and groaned. Quickly remembering his fingers at my cheek, I teased my tongue along his hand.

"Want them?" He asked.

I nodded greedily and he happily obliged. I took one into my mouth, focusing on him rather than the nearly painful stretch between my thighs. When both were clean, he said, "Better?"

"Mhmm," was all I could manage.

"Let me know when you're ready," he leaned in and peppered kisses down my neck.

I'd waited long enough and I was over him being gentle. I rocked my hips into him. I heard him hiss and I continued.

As he raised up, I circled his neck, sitting me up with him. Hooking my heels into the bed frame, I pushed my hips into him. Staring down at where his cock disappeared into me, I found pleasure in watching us.

Featherlight touches followed the contour of my thighs as I worked him. Finally, he tilted his head to the side, his shoulders shook, and his breath came out rough.

His arms came around me and wrapped. Holding me tightly as my ass left the bed. I leaned away from him and ground down. Swirling my hips as my clit rubbed against him.

"Damn, Sarah," he groaned.

I smiled into his neck as I played with the bottom of his ear. The noise he made was carnal. An animalistic growl ripped from his chest and he sank into my wide armchair on the other side of the room.

One of my fantasies ran through my head. He was under me. I was in control. I placed a hand on his chest and rode his dick. My hips hadn't had this much exercise in a long while, but his facial expressions and the noises he was making was worth it.

When he closed his eyes, I climbed off. When he opened them, I was lowering myself back over him, reverse cowgirl. Using my legs to bounce on him, I felt his hands on my lower back and I could have sworn he cursed.

I could feel him swell within me and I smiled. He was almost there. It seemed our timing wasn't going to line up, though. I was still partially numb from the surges of pleasure he had already given me.

"Shit. Sarah, I'm not going to last with you doing that."

I did him the same favor and didn't let up. Lifting higher, coming down harder, I wanted him to explode inside me.

He hunched forward, claiming my waist with a strong arm and pulled me into him. Unable to move like I wanted to, I moved against him and felt him. With a small puff of a moan, he came. The rubber expanded and I could feel the warmth of his cum.

I felt stated even if I hadn't come with him. He had given me two already, I was happy to leave it like that.

"Give me a minute," he breathed into my shoulder.

"For what?" I giggled.

"You."

"What about me?"

"You need to finish."

"I'd consider us even. Perfectly happy with what you gave me already. I'm not that greedy."

"But I am. I am that greedy. Seeing you cum is something I'll never tire of."

"Seriously, Wes, I'm fine."

"Nope."

Without another word, he pushed me to the floor. Kneeling down behind me and pushing my shoulders down. Baring my ass to him, I smiled at the position. It was my favorite.

"You're going to come on my cock, Doctor Sweetness."

"Doctor Sweetness?" I laughed.

My laughter turned into a gasp as he withdrew completely only to fill me again. Pushing deep and fast. Holding my hip with one hand as the other pushed into my shoulder. It wasn't going to take long before I exploded.

The angle he was at was perfect. I vibrated with need as I felt fluid roll down my inner thigh. I knew it had to be a mix from the both of us and the thought was sexy.

His strong hand came down hard on my ass and I cried out with the pain and pleasure of the sweet sting. He quickly smoothed over it before doing it again. I tensed around him both times. The third time I came, hard. I skyrocketed over the edge. My vision darkened at my peripherals.

Sweat dripped down my face as I rolled to my back. looking up at him. He had changed. He wasn't the same man I'd gotten to know years before.

With a smirk and a kiss to my cheek, he headed towards the bathroom. I couldn't move right away. Watching him walking through my home...

You dumbass, I chided myself before busying myself by collecting the toys that needed to be cleaned. This was not SLOW and my stupid heart was aching with attachment and emotions.

"Hey," he had paused by my dresser.

"Yeah?"

"Who are these guys?" his voice had softened.

I turned to look at what he was talking about and froze. In his hand, standing stark naked in my bedroom, was a picture frame. It was handmade and had stickers and glitter, I knew which photo he was holding and I had hoped we would never have this conversation.

I swallowed my fears and said, "Those are my kids."

"Your kids?" His brows pinched and his mouth fell open. Besides being surprised, I couldn't read him on this.

My hands shook and my heart hammered as I soaked in his silence. Different scenarios ran through my head on what he could be thinking.

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A/N- I always worry that my scenes won't come across right, so I hope you enjoyed it. 

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