He hooked his hands in the waistband of my leggings, yanking them and my panties off with a kind of urgency that had me moaning. And when he dragged me to the edge of the bed and sank to his knees, I was trembling with anticipation.
“Look at you,” he rasped, spreading my legs wide. “Prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He lowered his head until all I saw were hiseyes. He looked up at me through his brows, pupils blown wide with desire. “And you’re all fuckin’ mine.”
I gasped as his tongue ran along me in one thick swipe, my head falling back. His hunger-panged moan vibrated through me and had me sinking a hand in his hair and pressing his mouth against me harder.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as he sucked on my clit.
Beau left no stone unturned. He licked and sucked and teased every single inch of me until my thighs quivered against his head and I came with a toe-curling cry.
He let out a low chuckle, pulling back to reveal glistening lips and a smug smirk that made my heart race. “Am I forgiven yet?”
“No,” I panted. “Not even close.”
“Damn,” he said, not disappointed in the slightest, and lowered his head again. He took those perfect fingers and teased my entrance until I was nearly in tears. Only when I was on the verge of begging did he slip two inside, curling up to hit that spot that had me moaning his name.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered low against my sensitive flesh while working me to perfection. “Let’s hear how much you really missed me.”
My body melted into the bed as a torrent of pleasure washed over me. I’d never had two orgasms so close together before, but Beau dragged it out of me with his teasing words and absolutely devastating mouth in record time.
He pulled back with a wicked smile and stood. I watched with bated breath as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, revealing dark curls and the most perfect-looking cock I’d ever seen.
I let out a ragged breath, licking my lips, as my eyes ran over his body. He was stunning. Every single inch of him was perfect, and I wanted to pinch myself over the fact that he was mine.
I crawled to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. “I love you,” I said softly, running a hand along his broad chest that heaved under my touch.
He reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. My bra was next, tossed carelessly onto the floor. Chills coated my skin as he ran his hands along my body, feeling every part of me he could reach.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, placing a gentle kiss on my collarbone. “I’ve always thought so.” My eyes fluttered shut as he threaded a hand in my hair and brought my mouth to his. “And I’m so lucky to be loved by you.”
A breathy sigh left me at the words, my mouth melting with his. I laced my arms around his neck and kissed him slow and deep, hoping he could feel how much I adored him in every brush of my tongue against his.
I fell back onto the bed, pulling him on top of me. “I need you,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his large frame.
His cock brushed against my entrance, and my heart skipped a beat, knowing there was no going back from this. Being with Beau like this would ruin me, and I absolutely could not wait.
Our eyes locked as he pushed into me slowly, working himself in with shallow thrusts that stole my breath. His eyes rolled shut as he bottomed out, his head falling to the crook of my neck. “Fuck, Claire, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, his voice rough like gravel.
I nearly wept when he pulled out almost all the way, only for him to slam back in, tearing a ragged moan from my throat. He grabbed a leg and pressed it back to spread me wider, and picked up the pace.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered, my jaw dropping at how good he felt.
He was everywhere all at once. It was a full overtaking of my mind, body, and soul, burying himself so deep that he could never be replaced. Every thrust sent my need higher, built that pressure burning low in my belly brighter.
All it took was the brush of his lips against mine for me to shatter like glass beneath him, my heels digging into his ass as he drove into me harder, grunting through my orgasm.
“You make the prettiest sounds when you come for me, baby.” He pinned my arms over my head with one hand and reached between us with the other. “I wanna hear them again.”
“I can’t,” I panted, shaking my head. My body jolted when he found my clit, my muscles tightening around his cock as he started to rub it in slow, teasing circles.
His eyes glimmered, loving every second of having me at his mercy. “Oh, yes, you can. Be a good girl for me, Claire, and give me one more while I pump you full of my cum.”
Just the thought of it had me growing wetter. “Fuck, Beau, please,” I cried out, gripping his hand above my head harder.
“God, I think I might love hearing you beg as much as I love seeing you mad,” he said between forceful thrusts, sending the headboard smacking against the wall.
My head fell back into the pillows as I came, screaming his name. He followed right after, ramming his hips against mine to get as deep as he could, with my name on his lips.
We were sweat-slicked and panting by the end of it, nestled together in tangled sheets. He pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he asked between heavy breaths.
