Wesley was practiced in pleasuring people of all races and creeds, and he knew how women mostly liked it. Each woman was different but still he had a good idea of what would encourage Hope to maybe even scream his name. Focusing on her clit one finger dared to slide inside of her, penetrating her center with a gentle push before he began to stroke within her, feeling her juices swelling.
He continued for several moments until he pressed in another finger, gaging exactly where inside of her got the best reaction, what happened when he curled his fingers, how she moaned when he went slow or fast... all preparation. All fucking wonderful. Eventually he removed himself, crawling back up her body with renewed appreciation and desire, only to plant a deep and needy kiss on her lips.