Wesley groaned softly as Fred took his fingers into her mouth, cleaning them of her juices. When they had first started sleeping together, she had been a bit bashful, which, given what she had been through, wasn't surprising. But he had let her know that it was okay to take control, had let her take her time and do what made her comfortable. And as they had grown closer, she had become more bold, more comfortable in their sexuality together. It always turned Wesley on, having Fred do what she wanted with him. Just as it also turned him on when she let him take control.
Tonight was her night, though. He immediately sat up when she tugged at him, looking at her with a smile before hissing as she rubbed her warmth over him. Sometimes, it was almost impossible not to just put his hands to her hips and pull her down onto him, but he forced himself to stay still.
A moment later, he was sliding into her tight warmth. "Bloody hell, love," he choked out, closing his eyes. She always felt so good, especially when she started moving on him, slowly at first. Slowly and steadily, pressing him deep. They weren't rushing this, trying to get to the end; instead, they were just enjoying the intenseness of being together.
Nudging her head up, Wesley tilted his head and began kissing her as he lifted his hips up to meet each of her thrusts. He could feel the pleasure burning at the base of his spine each time he buried himself all the way inside of her. Despite what some others obviously wanted, he knew that he would be the only one to ever experience this with her for the rest of their lives. He was never going to let her go.
"My beautiful Fred," he murmured, slipping his hand down between them to find her clit again.