Feeling her center wasn’t enough. Though he wanted to be inside of her so badly he knew that would come in time, once they’d truly shared their appreciation of each other. There was no question at all that Wesley thought Hope to be beautiful. Her breasts were abandoned for her lips when he went to capture him, delving his tongue within her mouth with a soft groan before he removed his hand from between her legs. It was slightly odd not to feel an eminating heat but that was just what made Hope so gorgeously different. He didn’t need to feel a temperature to know how he was effecting her.
The material of her pants were tugged down, telling her what he wanted next. When they were removed Wesley began to kiss down her neck, between her chest, down along her stomach until he just above her groin. His tongue made a tentative lick at the top of her slit, his gaze darting up to meet hers before he became lost in the art of rolling, suckling and almost worshipping her clit.