“I need to go,” he growled, his voice unsteady. His head turned just enough to allow her to see him in profile. He took several steps toward the door.
“Beau,” she whispered, a soft plea. He turned toward her, and she could feel the heat in his gaze, the tension rolling off of his body. “You said whatever I want tonight.”
His jaw clenched and his lips tightened, even as his dark eyes speared into her own. They were hot. Barely reined in desire sparked in them.
Reaching behind her, she lowered the zipper of her dress. She took a deep, courage bolstering breath and then shimmied, letting the dress fall to the floor at her feet with a rustled whisper. She stood before him, completely naked except for a pair of black lace panties.
She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed thickly, his white-hot gaze roving over her nakedness. The candlelight flickered wildly, casting them each in shadow and light. His hands balled into fists at his sides and his chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath he took.
She stepped out of the pool of fabric, taking two tentative steps toward him. She hadn’t been naked in front of anyone in over a year. Sex hadn’t seemed to be something Ryan was particularly interested in, satisfied with heavy petting after their dates. It had been so long since she’d felt a man between her legs, felt the weight of someone pressing against her, into her. It had been nearly two years since she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced with her faithful vibrator.
She was acutely aware of his eyes still on her. They cataloged every inch of her skin. Her hips were wide, thighs heavier than she’d like and striped with faint stretch marks. Her stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, her lower belly soft, but her ribcage was narrow. Her breasts were small but round, her nipples tipped and pointed in the slight chill of the room.
“You said whatever I wanted tonight,” she repeated as she drew closer to him, slowly, as if trying not to spook him. He stared at her, his gaze intense. “Please. Beau…hold me and don’t let go until I say to. Don’t go.”
Whatever had been holding him back snapped; she saw it in his eyes. He muttered a rough, “Fuck,” and strode forward, wrapping his arms around her tightly. One hand buried itself in her hair, his other arm banded around her waist. His large, strong hand squeezed a handful of one of her ass cheeks as his mouth crashed against hers again.
This kiss was carnal, heady, and rough. A claiming. He wasn’t gentle, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip until she gasped sharply. He soothed it with his tongue and then took her mouth again deeply. He pressed their bodies tightly together and she wound her arms around his waist, fisting her fingers in the fabric of the back of his shirt.
“You should have let me leave,” he growled against her mouth, and she trembled slightly. She was shaking. He caught her jaw in his hands, tilting her face up to his. “Tonight, you’re mine, Val. Do you understand? I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars.”
She nodded against his mouth mutely, and then he clasped her beneath the curves of her bottom and lifted her. She squeaked in alarm, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips as he deftly carried her through the tiny apartment toward her bedroom. He deposited her on her back on the bed and his hands dropped to the scrap of lace that was the only thing keeping her from being completely naked. He shimmied them down her thighs and tossed them aside, his eyes running over her. His fingers made quick work of the buttons down his shirt before he tossed that aside too, at the same time toeing off his boots. He stood at the foot of her bed in nothing but jeans that were tented at his fly. His chest rose and fell, his shoulders, arms, and chest heavily tattooed.
“Jesus, Val,” he muttered darkly from above her and she blushed before his hands slid over her thighs, up her hips, to the curve of her waist again. “You’re fucking exquisite.”
She fairly glowed under his praise and reached for him at the same time that he lowered himself over her, pressing his body along hers fully as his mouth found hers once more. She slid her hands into the hair at the back of his head, rolling her hips against his until he hissed out a string of curses, dropping his mouth to the curve of her throat. His fingers plucked at one tight nipple, making her arch off the bed with a sharp cry.
He pressed kisses along her shoulder, collarbones, pressed his tongue to the frantic fluttering of her heartbeat at the base of her throat. All the while, he whispered dark, sexy words to her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Fuck, these tits,” he groaned hoarsely, dropping his mouth to take one peaked nipple into his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she writhed beneath him. “I thought I’d never seen anything as beautiful as you in that dress tonight, Val. But you naked in front of me…you take my fucking breath away.”
He showed each breast the same adoring attention before kissing lower, down her belly. He knelt on the floor and wrapped his arms beneath her knees, pulling her toward the edge of the bed.
“Oh!” she cried, propping herself on her elbows as his breath ghosted over the junction of her thighs. He grinned up at her, pressing his mouth hotly to the inside of her left thigh. When he came away, there was a dark bruise there and she gasped. “Beau, you don’t have to—”
“This was all I could think about at dinner,” he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. “All I could think about. Shoving everything off that table and making this pretty little pussy my meal instead.”
“Holy shit,” she moaned, dropping back and throwing one arm over her eyes as the other hand found purchase in his hair. His lips were dragging over her clit, his beard tickling her, and then his tongue lashed out and she shuddered. She tried to pull away, but he wrapped his heavily muscled, tattooed arms around her thighs where they were spread over his shoulders. His hands slid up to press, palms flat, against her abdomen. Hands spread wide in the gap between her hip bones, fingers pressing into the softness of her belly as he suckled and licked and stroked. His tongue danced around her clit, pushed inside her even as he hummed with approval as she cried out at his ministrations. One of his arms released her thigh, his hand disappearing between her thighs as his tongue returned to her clit,circling deftly. And then his lips closed around that bundle of nerves at the same time he pressed two fingers inside her as deep as he could, flicking his fingers against that magical spot deep inside.
“Ohfuck,” she cried, circling her hips against his mouth and hand as her thighs began to shake uncontrollably around his shoulders. The hand still pressed flat against her stomach flexed, pressing down even as he continued to flick his fingers inside her, his mouth deftly suckling her clit. “Beau, I’m—”
She felt more than heard his answering hum of approval as she came hard around his fingers, against his tongue. The climax tore through her, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of it, her back arching off the bed. When it had abated, she slumped into the mattress, a panting mess.
He gave her only a moment of relief before starting again. This time it barreled through her without warning, so quickly she couldn’t draw a breath. She’d never in her life come so hard andso fast.
She was panting, stars indeed dancing behind her eyes, when he crawled up her limp body. He kissed her thoroughly, and she blushed furiously at the taste of herself on his lips, his tongue. His beard abraded her cheeks.
“We’re not done yet,” he warned against her mouth. “I’m going to feel you come on my cock, Val.”
“Ohmygod,” she moaned, tossing her head back against the mattress. She ran her hands over his naked chest, down his sides. Was this really happening? This was Beau… and lord was he magnificent. She looked up at him, wide eyed, when her hands encountered nothing but the bare flesh of his hips. She had been so deliriously distracted by the strength of her orgasms that she hadn’t noticed him take his jeans or his underwear off before he’d climbed up with her. His abdomen pressed between her spread thighs. “I haven’t… haven’t been with anyone since Wes.”
He kissed her, slowly, thoroughly. “It’s okay, Val,” hewhispered huskily when he released her mouth. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want—”
“No, that’s not…” she whispered, her face flaming. “It’s just… been a long time, is all. Don’t stop. Don’t go.”
He raised up on his knees between her spread thighs and she lowered her gaze to take in all of him. His cock was hard and long and thick, a bead of precum on the tip. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around him. She watched as his eyes slid closed, his head tipping back slightly. He was big… much bigger than her ex-husband had been. Girthier, longer. As she moved her hand, he shifted his hips back and forth, drawing the steely length through her hand again and again. The muscles in his abdomen bunched and tightened beneath a layer of soft flesh and his thighs flexed. His body was thick and soft in places, but well maintained. His eyes burned into hers as he dropped one of his hands to cover hers, pumping his hips into their hands wrapped around his cock.
“Are you sure, Val?” he husked down at her. “You say the word and I’ll stop.”
“No,” she whimpered, tightening her fingers around him just the slightest, which made his hips jerk, and a low gasp was torn from his lips. “Don’t stop. Don’t go. Please. I need you inside me.” She licked her lips then and blushed, whispering, “I… when I decided to try dating again… there are condoms in the bathroom.”
