The hair of his beard scratched deliciously against my inner thighs as his mouth worked my pussy. When his tongue found my clit, everything exploded in sensation. I fisted the sheets, arching myself up to him, letting out a stifled scream.
Beau didn’t stop, didn’t even pause as the most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. He kept going, lapping me up, gorging as I writhed through waves of pleasure, one orgasm melting into the next. It was months of pent-up desire, never truly sated. Months of tension, of anger, emotion I’d been holding being released from my body in ripples of ecstasy.
Just as I feared I wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity, just as I was about to beg Beau to stop, his lips left my pussy.
I sighed in relief.
Our eyes met, and I jolted from my haze. Beau’s lips were moist, his eyes dark, jaw wired with a wicked smile. He’d just devoured me. But he still looked like a man starved.
“I’ve imagined, in great detail, what this would taste like. What you would smell like.” He leaned down to my pussy then took an audible inhale.
I didn’t even have it in me to feel self-conscious. It was impossible to feel self-conscious when a man looked at you the way Beau was looking at me.
When his nose nuzzled against my pussy, I jerked in pleasure. Then he laid his hands on either side of my hips, pushing against the bed to stand.
“It puts every one of my fantasies to shame. Hannah,” he said darkly, tugging his thermal over his head.
Through my haze, I noted his perfect, muscled torso, the defined abs, and a dusting of dark hair. However, I didn’t get time to be astounded by all that he was because he was quickly divesting himself of his pants and underwear.
Then Beau Shaw, object of my fantasies, my ire and my literalboss,was standing in front of me, naked, cock at attention, staring at the pussy he’d just ravaged. Literally.
Again, I didn’t get a chance to explore him in his entirety, because Beau was not a man to stand and pose. He was a man of action.
His action was him leaning back down, stopping to lay his lips against my pussy, the contact causing my entire body to spasm as his fingers pressed into my hipbones.
Then he traveled upward, lazily laying gentle kisses all over my naked skin.
I might’ve been worried about the way my stomach wasn’t completely flat, that I didn’t have any kind of defined abs, that my body was curved. My running had helped define the muscles of my legs and made the difference between my waist and hips more pronounced, but I was never going to be “skinny.”
Beau showed nothing but pure appreciation for my shape, as if every piece of skin were sacred. He continued to peel my shirtupward as his mouth roamed to the base of my ribs. Then he peered up at me.
“Arms up, baby.” He gazed up at me, ordering hoarsely.
Wordlessly, I obeyed him, then he pulled the shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
That left me panting and naked except for my thin lacy bra.
Beau’s eyes homed in on my pebbled nipples—visible through the sheer fabric. He let out a low hiss, leaning to suckle them over top of the fabric.
My hands tore into his hair as I arched into his mouth. My body reveled in the friction, at the lust careening through me as his teeth grazed my nipples. I’d never thought my nipples were sensitive enough to elicit any kind of physical pleasure close to an orgasm.
But Beau almost got me there. Just from sucking my nipples. After he’d already made me come against his mouth, twice?
A magician.
The only reason I didn’t come again was his mouth released my nipple, reaching around my arched body to unlatch my bra and free my nipples.
He flung the bra across the room without even looking. His eyes were too busy taking me in.
“These are the most magnificent tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” His large hands cupped my breasts, kneading them as his mouth trailed over the ridges.
“Remember my promise?” he rasped against my skin.
“I want to fucking ruin you. Want you to scream my name at the top of your lungs. Want your body coated in my cum.”
Oh, I remembered.
Beau looked up at me. “You okay with me doing that, Hannah? Covering these magnificent fucking tits in my cum?”
