Page 105 of Sex Positive

Charlie twists, cupping his face in her palms, forcing him to look at her. “You are not like him.”

He doesn’t say anything, so she kisses him, desperate to vanish the darkness from his gaze.

“You are warm and kind,” she continues. “Andfunny. Like, to the point where it’sannoying.” His lips twitch, a trace of warmth leaching back into him. “And you are nothing like him.”

He hums before tipping up her chin and kissing her.

Feeling emboldened by his touch, she dances her fingers down his chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles, and feels his breath hitch when she descends lower and wraps her hand around his cock.

“Fuck,” he gasps, drawing out the word. When she begins moving her hand up and down, he bites his lip, releasing a delicious groan that unfurls flames in her belly. “Rogers.”

She flashes a coy smile. “Yes, Wesley?”

“Christ.” He presses his mouth to her shoulder. “You catch on quick.”

“Just making up for lost time.” She leans close, brushing her lips along the curve of his jaw. “I’m a very fast learner.”

He laughs, then gasps, his breathing ragged. “Keep going. That feels so fuckinggood.”

Rising above him, she licks the column of his throat, relishing the moans she pulls from him. She wants him to come undone for her.

Sliding his hands up her thighs, he grips her hips, all the while kissing her, devouring her. She returns it in equal measure. His arm shoots to her bedside table, fingers scrabbling to open the drawer. When her alarm clock crashes to the floor, they both ignore it. After retrieving a condom, he returns to her, rubbing her slick center with his fingers, teasing her.

She gasps, wincing.

He freezes. “What’s wrong?”

“A little sore,” she replies, but it’s not enough to deter her from wanting him inside her again as soon as possible. “Keep going.”

In a low, husky voice, he says, “Get on top of me.”

Uncertainty and anticipation rush through her. “I don’t—”

“Do you trust me?”

Unequivocally.

She nods.

“Guide me inside you.” His rough voice sets her aflame with the sudden realization that shelikeswhen Wesley Quinn tells her what to do. “I want you to have complete control. Go as slow as you need.”

Biting her lip, she takes his cock, tips up her hips, guides it to her entrance. The pressure returns, but it feels so much better than before, and he fills her completely, her knees on either side of his hips.

Wes smiles, the one she loves the most. “Move your hips like—” His fingers slide over her waist, helping her, guiding her, and when he thrusts into her, she moans. “That feel okay?”

She nods again, moving on top of him, following his rhythm. One hand slides to the base of her spine, and the other finds her clit again, circling it. He moves with her, whispers, “Yes, just like that,” and begins a steady rhythm in time with the movement of her hips.

“You’re so good,” he whispers. “So perfect, Charlie.”

She finds a rhythm that makes them both pant, makes him beg her to keep going, not to stop. She dips her head to his neck, sucking on the spot under his ear.

“Beautiful,” he groans. “So fucking beautiful.”

His fingers slide against her faster, and she buries her hands in his hair, breathing his name in the sanctuary of her bedroom, the fire in her body building and building—

And she falls apart on top of him.

After he finds his own release, he traces lazy circles over the small of her back while she returns to her body. She climbs off, collapsing next to him on the bed with a contented laugh. He presses his lips to her temple, and she drifts off to sleep in the security of his arms.