“I knew it!”
Beau looks at me with confusion coloring his eyes.
“Knew what?”
“You’re babying me.”
“I’m taking care of you.”
“Nope, babying me like I’m going to have a breakdown at any moment.”
“Well, I do want to make sure you’re okay.”
I straddle his lap and face him. “I’m about as okay as anyone who has an ex who tried to kill them. It’s not news to me that Wes is a monster. I made a promise to myself in that ocean. I was going to live my life if I made it out.” I cup his face. “I did. I made it out.”
A little understanding dawns in his eyes. “I’ve been wondering,” he begins. “Why did you seduce me? That night?”
“Part of it was adrenaline.”
“And the other part?”
My fingers move to the pearl buttons on his pajama top. I undo one then the other. “I felt you needed it as much as I did. Plus, I made myself another promise. I would do whatever felt good.” My lips are so close to his, I can almost taste his kisses. His heart thumps rapidly against my fingertips. “You looked like you felt good.” I give him a soft peck on the lips. “I was so fucking right.”
We kiss like two people who’ve been denied pleasure for too long. I moan against his mouth and beg him not to stop this time. He rips off my super long shirt, and I want to cry in relief when he doesn’t stop me from releasing him from his pajama bottoms. He makes a pleading sound when I wrap my hand around his erection. It’s so hard, silky, and warm.
“You know, your underwear has been clean and dry since the first day,” he teases me about my nudity.
“I’m saving them for a special occasion.”
My smile is swallowed by another hungry kiss. His big hands grab my hips and pull me forward. I whimper hard when he pulls me down until his erection is seated deep inside of me. I rock my hips and grind against him. He feels so damn good.
“Condom,” Beau protests but doesn’t stop.
“Too far.”
“But…”
“I’m clean. I tested myself often and thoroughly since I left that motherfucker.”
“Damn, Celeste. You feel so fucking good,” he moans against my neck as he nips and sucks.
I feel so sex-starved that I’m getting close the edge, each stroke makes me shudder.
“Don’t stop, Beau…”
“Never,” he growls, pulling me off of him. I find myself face down on the couch with my ass in the air.
I claw at the cushions when he slams into me repeatedly, quickly pushing me to my peak. My channel grips him hard. This is what I’ve been wanting—this wild abandon. The kind of passion I’d never experienced until I met Beau. The delusion that my world is okay. The fairytale that Beau is mine. I would love to stay in this alternate reality, but the real one is creeping into my psyche.
“You like taking my dick?” The rawness of his voice and word choice pulls me right back into the moment. “Are you happy you’re getting what you wanted?”
This is a new side. I like ‘Dirty Talking Beau.’ His fingers dig into my sides as he increases his pace and force. I’m sure I see stars.
“Shit, Beau. I’m cumming.”
“Mmm. Cum on my dick like a good girl.”
So hot. He’s been holding back. I bury my head in the cushions and scream until I’m normal again.
