He laughs. “I know. I won’t try to keep you in a bubble. I promise.”
“And I will try to be more careful. A little more careful.”
He takes my hand in his. “That’s all I ask.” With a sexy smile he adds, “Do you know what the absolute best part of having a fight is?”
“What?”
“The make-up sex.”
Before I can say a single word, he pulls me toward him until our mouths crash together. The kiss is so frenzied and passionate—like we desperately need the other one to breathe.
Earlier today, I was bummed out, thinking I wasn’t going to get to kiss Beau anymore. Yet here we are. Maybe I should stop being so damn dramatic and start fighting a little harder if I want us to keep kissing like this.
I want more.
Ineedmore.
Not wanting to take the time to get to the bedroom, I pull him down to the floor. It’s awkward and clumsy, and when he lands on top of me, we both start laughing.
He smiles down at me. “Right here?”
“Seems like as good of a place as any,” I say before grabbing his collar and yanking him toward me to kiss him again.
This time, my hands waste no time in pulling his shirt over his head and then moving on to his jeans. I unbutton them and pull them down far enough to reach inside and stroke his cock.
He lets out a loud groan against my mouth before his lips move lower, trailing along my jaw and then my neck. When he gets to my chest, he pulls my shirt over my head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arches off the floor, as I push further against him. Every flick of his tongue has my clit pulsing with need.
He moves back and forth between my breasts, making sure each of them gets equal attention.
Finally, I can’t take anymore. “I need you, Beau. I need you to fuck me.”
Leaving me for a brief moment, he reaches into the drawer in the end table and pulls out a box of condoms. Ripping one open, he kicks off his jeans and rolls it on. While he’s doing that, I get out of my own pants and anxiously wait for what comes next.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long. Seconds later, he pushes into me.
“Fuck!” I cry at the wave of pleasure that spreads throughout my body from head to toe. I wrap my arms around him, moaning as our bodies move in harmony.
Just when we get in a good rhythm, he pulls out. I’m left empty and unsatisfied—or at least I am until he moves down my body and his mouth is on my pussy. I probably should have shaved today, but I didn’t realize this was going to be happening, and honestly, Beau doesn’t seem to mind.
His tongue expertly licks my clit, teasing me by changing things up but still pushing me closer to release. I try to stay still while focusing on how good it feels.
I lose my fucking mind when he slips two fingers inside to rub against my g-spot while he continues tonguing my clit. It doesn’t take long before the heat building in my core explodes and spreads throughout my limbs.
When I’m too sensitive to take any more, he sits up and says, “Fuck, I love the way you taste.”
He goes to get back on top of me, but I have another idea. Instead, I flip him onto his back.
“My turn.”
Chapter forty-seven
So Fucking Much
Beau
Ilie on my back and watch Jo swing one leg over my waist before lowering herself onto my hard cock. It takes her a moment to be able to fit me comfortably at this angle, but once she does and starts moving, holy shit. Bracing her hands on my chest, her hips move up and down at a steady pace while also gyrating in a circle.
Staring up at her, I can’t get enough of the view. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and it has nothing to do with her tattoos or dirty piercings. It’s all just Jo.
