When Wesley had sex with someone or fucked them it was normally a flurry of curse words, desperate acts to get unclothed and then the act. When Wesley made love it was quiet, intense, like something else deep inside was taking over. Sometimes, where Wesley knew the person but was giving in to carnal desire, those two may have crossed... but whatever the term Wesley always treated the person like they were the most beautiful thing on Earth with sensual touches and appreciating every inch of them. He treated every sexual partner like they had known each other for years, however with Hope it truly did feel that way. He’d not felt like this in a long time. With his mouth gently kissing along her delicate collarbone, tasting her cool skin he was truly aware of her breasts needing some close attention.
Her right breast was cupped in his hand, kneaded gently before he lowered his mouth to tease at her nipple. The other hand attended her left, stroking it gently. Though there was every want in him to speed this up he wouldn’t give in to it. Hope was made to be appreciated, and he would take his time. As he gave a final lick to her right breast he then moved to do the same on her left, while one of his hands deftly sneaked down beneath the waistband of her thankfully slacked pants to tease at her center.