Fuck. She is fucking killing me. I need to grab a condom, and quick. But fuck would I give anything to feel her bare.
I pull away and sit back, pulling her with me. “I need to get a condom. But first do something for me?”
Beth nods without hesitation, and I can’t help but grin at her eagerness. It’s just so goddamned sexy.
I lean back against the couch, guiding Beth to straddle my lap, my hard cock caught between our bodies. We both look down at where I strain against her belly.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I rasp at the sight of it. I swallow past the sudden dryness in my throat. This is too much. She’s too much.
Beth licks her lips, and they’re so close to mine, I kiss them. I suck her bottom lip between my own, pulling gently, and when she sighs into my mouth, I lose it. I grab her hips and guide her over me, but she takes the cue, and we kiss and kiss like we know this whole thing could end tomorrow—and it could—as she slides her center up and down over me.
Every nerve in my body screams for me to enter hers, and it would be so easy to just slip inside her, and I need to get there before I lose it all over her stomach like a fucking virgin.
Beth moves over me, slow but firm, and with the encouragement of my grip on the perfect handfuls of her ass, she creates a rhythm in time with our frenzied mouths, until my fingers tighten to halt her movements.
Beth looks quizzically down at me, but when she tries to climb off my lap, my arm shoots around her back to hold her against me.
I press a hard kiss to her lips, if for no other reason than I can. “Don’t move,” I say hoarsely, and then, keeping her flush against me, I lean over to the side table and open the drawer. I pull out the small wooden box, which Beth eyes with bemusement.
“Now don’t judge me for this,” I warn her. I open the box and get a condom, but Beth grabs the box from me before I can shove it back in the drawer.
Predictably, she bursts out laughing. “Brother March’s Emergency Condom Supply?”
I fake a scowl. “Housewarming gift from Bogart,” I explain.
Beth tries with limited success to stifle her laughter. “Steven thinks you need an emergency condom supply? In your living room?” She lets out one more giggle before quickly calming, as if considering something she doesn’t actually find all that funny after all, and even though I shouldn’t—because it shouldn’t matter to my friend with benefits—I reassure her anyway.
“Well, yesterday I would have just called him an idiot, but for the first time I’m starting to see some wisdom in the idea.”
Beth giggles, and all is right again. But as much as I enjoy the sound of her laugh, it’s her moans I’m after right now, and I rock against her to make the point. Her eyes drain of mirth, and fill with unmitigated desire. She watches with fascination as I roll the condom down my length.
“If you’re not sure, tell me now,” I say, my voice low but serious.
Beth blinks at me. “I’m sure,” she breathes, and the words sound utterly beautiful to my ears.
I cup her face and bring it close. “If you become less sure, or change your mind, you tell me. No matter what, or when. Clear?” I would never forgive myself if there was even a moment of this she regretted.
Beth smiles a soft, unfamiliar smile I don’t understand, but for the briefest moment it’s mirrored in her gaze, and it sends a surge of the strangest mix of calming warmth and thrill through my chest at the same time—and it fucking terrifies me. But she nods, and my dick throbs, reminding me of its impatience, and when Beth’s teeth bite down on that plump bottom lip of hers, again, I just can’t not kiss her.
For all of her inexperience, Beth kisses me back with all the passion and skill of fucking Aphrodite, and I wonder if Falco really was her one and only. But I banish the thought forcibly and fast. It doesn’t matter anyway. Now, or ever.
Still, when my hand moves between us and between her legs, and I finally slip a finger inside her, I’m startled by how tight she is. If I didn’t already know better, I’d suspect she was a virgin, which on its own would freak me the fuck out, but if it meant Falco had never been inside her…fuck, I’d take it.
Beth breathes hard, grinding onto my hand, barely able to keep up with her own kisses by the time I pull my hand away, and she groans in protest until I pull her flush against me. She gasps as my cock lines up with her center. I love her reactions. I love that they’re so fucking real, just so fucking her.
I kiss my way along her jaw, down her throat, and across every bump and groove of her delicate collarbone, before pulling her soft earlobe between my lips. My condom is soaked, and again I curse the necessity of them. Feeling her skin to skin was of another fucking world entirely, and to experience that inside her…well, it will have to stay exclusive fantasy material, in any case. Because I know they are a necessity, one I’ve never neglected even once, and certainly wouldn’t start with the one girl who actually fucking matters to me.
I stroke myself a few times, my free had cupping her cheek. “Your move, beautiful girl,” I challenge her. And she is. So goddamned beautiful.
Beth licks her bottom lip before nervously pulling it between her teeth. “I’ve never…I…” she trails off, gaze locked on my very ready dick.
I clutch her chin and point it back at mine. “My eyes are up here,” I smirk.
Beth playfully slaps my chest. I grab her wrists to stop her, giving a firm squeeze before I reach for her sides, digging in my fingers where I know she’s unbearably ticklish. Beth jerks on my lap, and my hands shoot down to her hips to stop her before I fucking embarrass myself.
I’ve never had this before. I’ve had friends with benefits, technically; only I was never actually all that close of a friend to any of them. I didn’t know them the way I do Beth—they didn’t know me. Neither of us were at ease enough to be playing and laughing during foreplay. In fact, laughter is just about the last thing I’d have thought I’d want to hear before sex. But instead of being a turn-off, I just want her even more. I want to fucking own her. To tease her and play with her and make her smile and laugh only to drown it all in her moans before she screams my name.
“You’ve never what, Bea?” I ask softly.
