THE HARBOUR [EDITING]

Excited?- Edited

6 PM AUGUST 17TH

22 BLEAKER AVE

The drive over to Wesley Moretti's House had been twenty-five minutes long. Daisy notes. She can not recall how many stops and turns they made she'd been too focused on keeping the mood sensual as they drove, using her best skills to tease him-keep him interested.

When they arrived, he'd gotten out of his car and headed straight for his house, not bothering to open her door. He didn't open it for her when they left her house either. Daisy isn't used to that kind of treatment. He'd unlocked his door hastily and beckoned her inside. "He has no manners," she'd thought to herself.

Once inside, he offered her a beer. Daisy never liked the taste of beer. Nevertheless, she took the can and gulped down its contents.

"Someone's thirsty," he teased. He cracked open a can of his own and drank from it, not taking his eyes off her. He'd studied her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

Not knowing exactly what came over her. She'd smiled at him, placing the can on his coffee table and coming out of her dress at an agonizingly slow pace.

Within the next moment he stepped closer to her picking her up bridal style in one swift motion- going up the stairs two at a time and heading to his bedroom. He'd kicked open the door and thrown her onto his bed. Daisy gasped as her body lightly bounced off his mattress she found herself excited. Luke had always been delicate with her. When they'd fought, he'd been different but not like this. She's never had someone manhandle her.

Now, as she lays on her back, watching him take his shirt and pants off, she holds her breath in anticipation. Wesley- Wes he'd asked her to call him three times over on the car hide. Wes is cut. She can't help but compare him to Luke and his delicate but strong features. Luke is exceptionally attractive in his own right, but Wes, Wes is all man.

His chiseled shoulders cut an impressive silhouette. Each muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hands, showcasing the raw power and control he possessed. His chest- a powerful canvas of rippling strength, the contours shadowed and highlighted with each movement, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.

His strong, tapered waist led to well-defined legs, an obvious testament to his disciplined physical regimen. Daisy found herself itching to get her hands on him-all of him. She hadn't realised she'd been rubbing her thighs together when he asked chuckling "excited?" She blushed turning her face away from his gaze.

He stands over the bed in nothing but his underwear, his lustful gaze set on her. She could see the impressive bulge forming beneath his briefs. "Excited?" She said mockingly.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. He then lowered his head and began to kiss her deep and rough. She moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth, making him groan, a sexy sound from deep within his chest. Daisy slipped her hand to the back of his head-entangling it in his hair, deepening the already passionate kiss as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth.

His hands slid to the back of her bra, unbuckling it easily. He breaks the kiss chuckling when she whined. He takes her bra off, tossing it across the room, and looks down at her erect nipples with hunger in his eyes he has to taste them. He takes each breast in his hands and begins to massage them, squeezing lightly with each messaging motion the sensation had made her shudder in pleasure. He pinches her nipples lightly, his eyes never shifting from her face. "Kiss me," she pleaded as he looked down at her- a whimpering mess.

He instead took her breast in his mouth sucking on it like a man starved making her back arch. Daisy hadn't known her nipples would be that sensitive to the sensation "Wes," she moaned out as he nibbled on her. He groaned again, the sound almost making her unravel-she brought her hand to the back of his head holding him down on her breast she needed him to swallow her whole.