He worships my body in a way I didn’t know existed. Slowly, and steadily, he relishes in the feel and taste of my body.
Just when I fear my legs can no longer hold me up, he gently guides me to sit on the edge of the bed, placing a firm hand on my chest and lowering me back.
He doesn’t waste a second, moving in between my thighs once again, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and clamping his hands on my waist and tugging me toward him.
With a grin and a cheeky wink that could easily have me orgasming on the spot, he dives right in and runs his hot tongue through my folds, pulling an ungodly noise out of me.
I lift my head to watch this man eat my pussy like his last meal on death row. He hums in appreciation as my body writhes under his touch, and that sound alone has me gripping the sheets with white knuckle force. My orgasm builds, but not in a way I’m used to. No, this is a whole other level. Is this what I’ve been missing out on? Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Because if so, sign me the fuck up for an annual pass to ride Beckett's face.
He pushes a finger inside me, and that is my undoing.
“Beckett, please…” I choke out, my tone desperate, and as the pressure builds, my legs tighten around his neck. I’m sure I am cutting off his air supply, but it only seems to encourage him more.
The pace of his fingers quickens, and the sound of my arousal echoes around the room. With one firm suck of my clit, I come undone. I free fall as a wave of pleasure hits me with such a force my body shudders as he continues to work me through my orgasm.
My legs relax and fall from his shoulders, and my feet hit the floor. He stands over me, his lips swollen and glistening with evidence of my pleasure. He wipes them with the back of his hands and sucks on the finger I assume was the one inside me. The sight makes my stomach flutter and my jaw go slack.
I don’t know if I should thank him or beg him to do it again. Instead, I reach for his belt and pull him toward me. “My turn.”
I work his belt, not wasting a second. I tug his pants and boxer shorts down, and I am caught off guard when his thick, hard cock springs free.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, my eyes wide as I focus on the head of his dick, leaking pre cum.
I’ve never really been keen on giving blow jobs, but right now, I want to devour every inch of his hard length. I stand, manoeuvring him to sit on the bed, and I kneel before him, the same way he did for me. Even though I’m the one of my knees, the position feels powerful, because the way he’s looking down at me, I think I could do anything to this man, and he’d let me.
I wrap my delicate fingers around his thick shaft and begin pumping slowly, up and down, using the pad of my thumb to rub over his tip.
“Fuck.” I take that as my cue to pump faster, poking out my tongue to lap up his pre cum, which sends his head rolling back. I watch in fascination as his abs contract with every movement I make.
I slide my free hand up his thick thighs and take as much of him as I can into my mouth. I bob my head, sucking and swirling my tongue. The moans coming from him have me pressing my own thighs together, and when his hand lands on the back of my head to guide me up and down, it’s all the encouragement I need to cup his balls and massage them. In an unexpected move, I am dragged to my feet, and his mouth comes down on mine. He steals my breath, and I let him.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and come, and I’m not ready for this to be over.”
“But I want to taste you.” I pout.
“Oh, you will, baby. Don’t you worry. I just want to savor every moment with you.”
Baby.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“You, on your back. Legs spread.”
A thrill runs through me, and I crawl onto the bed and watch as he walks over to the mini bar fridge takes out a bottle of champagne. The cork pops, the bubbles overflowing. Becketttakes it in his mouth and downs it. I watch as his neck flexes as he takes down the bubbly liquid.
“Want some?” he asks, holding up the bottle. I nod slowly.
“Open up for me, angel.”
I do as I’m told. He grips my chin firmly, keeping me still as he pours champagne straight from the bottle into my waiting mouth. I swallow the liquid down, the bubbles exploding on my tongue, and the sensation makes me dizzy in the most delicious way.
I watch him drink from the bottle again, and then he grips my jaw again, titling my head. I wait, open-mouthed for the bottle to meet my lips again, but instead, champagne free-falls from his mouth into mine, and I swear, it is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Champagne runs down my chin, and Beckett laps it up, trailing his tongue back up to my mouth, where he steals my breath once again. This man kisses with meaning, and I don’t think another kiss could ever compare.
“I need to taste you again,” he says.
“But I haven't finished tasting you.”
